The bodies of the two collided violently again, and the strong waves visible to the naked eye swept in all directions like a tide, and the hurricane was born, rolling up the broken grass and dust, and they were all blowing, so lively.

In an instant, the two of them exchanged fists hundreds of times, and then each of them retreated backwards again.

Far from each other.

Yelu Donglai felt the burning pain in his chest, his eyes drooped, and he found that two hideous wounds had been added to his chest at some point, and blood was constantly flowing out.

There was a hint of a smile in the white old ghost's expression, the two of them had fought so far, he had to correct his attitude, that set of cozy attitude, the invincible intimidation of the world also lost its effect, so that he had to carefully consider the strength of Yelu Donglai.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, I didn't expect your strength to increase so quickly. ”

The white old ghost's rickety body seemed to stand up straight, staring at Yelu Donglai, and said slowly.

"What's the matter? It's still worse than you. ”

Yelu Donglai said with a cold expression.

Old White's expression became very serious, "Now I am on the verge of death, and my essence blood has reached the point of withering, but you are at the time when your essence blood is strong, and sooner or later you will surpass me." ”

Yelu Donglai's brows furrowed slightly, he might as well think that this old white ghost would have such good intentions to tell him these truths, and his purpose was just to drag him down.

The qi machine flowed, turning into nine dragons entrenched around him, the terrifying coercion emanated, rippling in all directions, and the battle intent in his eyes became more and more vigorous, "It's useless to talk more, now you and I are our own masters, let's see the real chapter on the fist!"

The white old ghost's expression couldn't help but be angry, and Yelu Donglai's ignorance made the incomparable anger in his heart suddenly rise, and the cold and fierce power emanated, and he said slowly: "This is what you asked for." ”

Yelu Donglai didn't say anything more, his body moved, and his fierce fist threw forward, which was the best answer.

"Hell of ghosts. ”

The old white ghost gently spit out two words.

The body is majestic, the strong internal force is constantly swept out, carrying the meaning of endless coldness, the temperature around it is rapidly decreasing, the fine frost is constantly growing, the grass within a radius of ten miles is quickly withering and yellowing, the vitality is extracted, the cold, the breath of the forest is densely filled in the void, suddenly there is a wind born, and the sound of whimpering is suddenly endless.

Yelu Donglai's body broke into the ghost prison with a brutal attitude, but he found that the fist he threw out became sluggish, and there seemed to be countless invisible walls in the air, blocking his fist, and the breath of Sen Ran made Yelu Donglai's back a little cold, and the internal force surged out even more, and the fierce fist smashed out violently forward, and the invisible wall shattered away in an instant, but it was difficult to hurt the white old ghost in the slightest.

- Hellish Prison.

——This is the realm of the white old ghost's cultivation, and it is a time of its own, as if it is from the boundless, vast geometric void, intercepting a space the size of a room, in this space, the white old ghost is the master, and has absolute control.

The sound of whimpering continued to pour into Yelu Donglai's ears from all directions, making his heart condense, and the cold temperature made the blood in his body feel like it was going to freeze.

Consciousness is emanated.

Yelu Dong came to look for the traces of the white old ghost, but found nothing.

The fierce fist carried a powerful and violent smash, rubbing sharply against the void, producing a harsh sound, and the cold temperature seemed to rise a few times.

Yelu Donglai felt an extremely strong killing intent.

The sound of whimpering sounded loudly, and in an instant, four tall bodies appeared beside Yelu Donglai's body, each of which exuded a cold and strange aura.

His eyes froze.

Yelu Donglai's fist slammed out again.

Bang –

Bang –

……

With Yelu Donglai's shot, four tall figures also attacked, attacking from all directions, sealing his way of life and forcing him to choose to fight hard.

In a moment.

Yelu Dong threw out one hundred and eighty-eight punches, each punch carried a brutal and powerful force, but the four figures surrounding him didn't seem to feel anything, and they didn't even retreat from their steps.

On the contrary, there was a feeling of soreness in Yelu Donglai's body, and in the confrontation just now, he had received a lot of fists, and each fist was extremely fierce.

"These are...... Runeman!"

After a little thought, Yelu Donglai clearly judged what these four tall figures were.

——The art of ghost cultivation is often cold and weird, and the cultivators are all uneventful, which makes the cultivation method in the rivers and lakes has always been taboo, but the cultivators have always flocked to it, for no other reason, the art of ghost cultivation can gain strong strength in a very short period of time, especially the most mysterious Yin Fu technique in ghost cultivation, which can refine living people and make them lose their self-consciousness, but the most important thing to have strong strength is that the talisman made of it becomes invulnerable, and the body is as hard as King Kong.

——Looking at the rivers and lakes in the world, there are many people who have cultivated the art of ghost cultivation and entered the hall, but only the old white ghost can advance to the realm of the great master...... Of course, the white old ghost is not his real name, and almost no is known what his real name is.

There was a hint of solemnity in his expression.

Yelu Donglai's fear of the white old ghost in his heart has increased a few more - it is rumored that the Yin Fu technique has been cultivated to the extreme, and even a master at the grandmaster level can refine it.

Feeling it carefully, Yelu Donglai clearly felt that the four runes beside him were all martial artists of the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm, and they were also master-level figures in the rivers and lakes, and they never wanted to be reduced to becoming a tool driven by the white old ghost, and a tool like the walking dead, which was really a pity.

Taking a step slightly, Yelu Donglai tried to escape the siege of these four runes, but unexpectedly, the moment he moved, the runes also moved suddenly, the earth trembled slightly, and the four of them formed a pincer attack, and four pairs of iron fists were smashed out suddenly.

Yelu Donglai's face couldn't help but be cold.

In an instant, a colder, more solemn aura emanated from his body, and snowflakes suddenly floated in the void, falling one after another. Behind Yelu Donglai, a pair of huge wings burst out of the air, constantly flapping, rolling up the wind, and the snowflakes in the void became chaotic.

Suddenly.

Yelu Donglai's body walked out, as fast as lightning, and the pair of frost-converging wings suddenly slashed at the runker like a sharp sword.