The gray aura was like a silent god of death, without any emotion or compassion, holding the Sri Lanka sickle in front of Long Junchen, waiting for the latter's spiritual sense to disappear, and then used the sickle to harvest Long Junchen's life away.

At this time, Long Junchen's spiritual consciousness had almost turned into a cloud waste covered with ice and snow. There was no hope in the cloud waste. Only in the mountain peaks of the deepest part of the cloud waste, the holy dragon was still whistling stubbornly. The dragon's tail struggled to swing the wind and snow all over the sky. Facing the cold falling from the sky, it was unwilling and violent, and the two pupils were flashing with a decisive light, but the snow was too big. Just as a splash of snowflakes spread, the second and third batches came one after another.

?No, I can't die yet! I can't die just like that!

Long Junchen repeated this sentence over and over again in his heart, warning himself over and over again not to be fooled by this gray aura. The dragon began to yell and smashed the huge rocks in the mountains with his dragon's tail a little irritatedly.

Just as Long Junchen shouted like self-hypnosis, his already numb body suddenly began to tremble. Yi Daoxing, the eyelids on the opposite side suddenly jumped, and he looked at the changes in Long Junchen's face in shock. The unwillingness to turn into a wildfire, burning from Long Junchen's pupils, gradually spreading through the whole body, piercing through the ice and snow. The frost frozen on Long Junchen's eyelashes and snow on his face were like a mirror being broken by a heavy object. With a few clicks, they shattered pieces, and then scattered like sharp arrows. The layer of frost mask was directly broken, revealing Long Junchen's unyielding eyes. Two sharp cold lights shot straight towards Yi Daoxing on the opposite side.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his lips and sprinkled downwards. The blood was very turbid and sticky, because there were many broken blood ice particles condensed by low temperatures. Long Junchen's throat was broken because of this cough. The turbid blood flowed on his clothes and fell on his left hand. The left hand, which was surrounded by gray breath and had five finger bones broken, was poured by the blood and suddenly became hot. The cold-white knuckles were slightly red, and the blood evaporated into mist and brushed through his face.

The dragon pattern bloodline began to repair Long Junchen's injured fingers and damaged meridians. Although the speed was very slow, Long Junchen was able to start to re-mobilize the dragon pattern bloodline, and he could already control his body again.

Long Junchen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely clear, and the blood in his body began to warm again. His hands trembled slightly, and his right hand exerted force, directly shaking the ice and snow, shaking all over, shaking all the ice layer pressing on his body.

Long Junchen withdrew his left hand and took a step back, and was a little scared and vigilantly guarding against Yi Daoxing on the opposite side. However, Yi Daoxing did not seem to have planned to let Long Junchen go. The so-called bad guy died of talking too much. Yi Daoxing ignored the changes in Long Junchen's body, nor did he say anything harshly. The gray aura lingered up like a maggot on the tarsal bone. Three muffled sounds. The long sword in Yi Daoxing's hand poked out back and forth. Long Junchen's body was still in a semi-freezing state. Although he could move a little, he still had no power to resist the long sword that was splashing with snow. Just a few encounters, and several slight sounds, three blood holes appeared on his body.

Yi Daoxing's sword was extremely fast. A piece of snowflake fell on the ground. Before he even got close to the snow underground, Yi Daoxing had already produced three swords. The three swords penetrated through the three big holes, and blood flowed out, dyeing Long Junchen's clothes red and the snow under Long Junchen's body red. Because these wounds were extremely tricky, one on the shoulders, one on the thighs, and the other on the right abdomen, Long Junchen could do nothing except moaning painfully in his mouth. He could only sit hard in an extremely ugly posture. Not to mention picking up the Pangu axe to continue fighting, it was unlikely that he could even stand up.

"Boy, you are not bad, you are really good. You can actually break my barrier. However, you stand opposite to the Dragon Fallen Society. This is your destined ending. You have to accept your fate." Yi Daoxing used the soul-devouring sword to take down a snowflake. The snowflakes mixed with the blood of Long Junchen on the knife. Yi Daoxing raised the knife, placed it at the tip of his mouth, licked it gently, closed his eyes with some pity, and showed a very enjoyable expression.

Suddenly, Yi Daoxing's pupils froze and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands, smiled viciously, and walked towards Long Junchen. The injuries on his body were actually very serious. The magical power of Long Junchen's Pangu Axe and the pressure of the real dragon made Yi Daoxing not get much benefit in the battle just now. If it weren't for the absolute crushing of his cultivation, he might not have been able to defeat Long Junchen.

While walking, Yi Daoxing started coughing. This was a battle of both sides. Although Yi Daoxing was seriously injured, his steps were still so stable. He stepped on the thick snow like a thick layer of snow, leaving only very shallow footprints.

Long Junchen was in great pain, as if countless ants were crawling around in the blood vessels, sucking his flesh and blood. But he was very unwilling to accept everything in the wind and snow. This unwillingness was like the sharp claws of a beast tearing his spirit, making him nervous and painful. All this happened so unreal. Because of these unwillingness, he wanted to stand up, but after a little force, his body began to hemorrhage. He could only maintain that strange posture and sit on the ground dejectedly, thinking unwillingly, is it really going to end here?

At this point, it is naturally not the fate that Long Junchen should have. But at this time, Cui Liewo was entangled by the Buddhist and dragon slaying man, so he naturally could not distract himself and lend a helping hand to Long Junchen. Long Junchen looked at the long sword dragging in the snow, the red blood stains, the blood flowing from his body, and looked at the Yi Daoxing, who was not planning to let him go, in despair.

Yi Daoxing smiled groaned, held up the terrifying long sword, groaned, and held the knife with both arms, and he shouted loudly, slashing towards Long Junchen, who was dying in the snow, as if he was crazy tiger, and he left the snow!
Chapter completed!