Just when the man in white gradually stopped punching desperately, and the speed of Lin Huang's body also decreased sharply. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info soon saw that it suddenly appeared from the misty body.

"Ink Storm!"

However, what came at this time was a slap he made at the man in white, and his body was full of momentum.

In the end, a large amount of spiritual power gathered in his whole body turned into rolling spiritual power and gushed forward with the punching action.

Suddenly, I saw an inky storm cyclone with suffocating power, and the fierce tyrant rushed away.

Rumble!

Facing the pressure of the wind, the man in white was startled, and his body flashed away.

And the place where it once stood was devastated. A large crater was blasted out of the ground, and a ** devastating ink ripple rippled, chasing the pieces of rubble that were washed away by the strong wind, and immediately turned them into powder, which was very terrifying.

This move is also a move of the Ink Smoke Gong, which is a powerful storm attack that combines the cyclone method of the Blue Wave Cyclone Gong and the Heart Method of the Dark Great Mudra.

"Ink Storm!"

Just after two successive attacks, causing two great damage to the platform, Lin Huang made a palm for the third time, and it was still the powerful storm attack.

"Chill Pillar!"

However, this time the man in white did not dodge, but stepped forward and threw a punch, this punch came out, the cold and incomparable fist wind, roaring and angrily rolling countless air currents.

This large amount of air flow suddenly wrapped towards Lin Huang's domineering inky storm.

Titicaca ......

Suddenly, I saw a strange scene in the air. As soon as the punch of the man in white came into contact with Lin Huang's ink storm, it began to freeze a little bit, and it began to swirl around the storm's energy, and the wrapping froze little by little.

However, after a few breaths, the entire storm cyclone was completely frozen in the air, turning into a snow-white and crystal ice sculpture, which was very strange.

Boom!

In the end, the ice sculpture fell to the ground, shattered and scattered in all directions, and Lin Huangxin's attack was immediately cracked.

This move is nothing else, it is also a move in the Frost Shock Fist.

When attacking, the fist wind comes out, encouraging the opponent's body to freeze with water vapor, and the whirling dance turns into icicles to lock the opponent's body, and finally freezes the opponent in the icicle, and finally bursts apart.

At this moment in the battle, the two can be said to be back and forth, not giving in to each other, and it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

At this moment, the two of them stood opposite each other, and the momentum in their bodies was still increasing, and an invisible collision indicated that a stronger battle was about to break out.

Later, the two moved almost together, condensed each other's spiritual power, and began to prepare for the next powerful attack.

"It's cold!"

The white-clothed man's heart was running, and finally his fist suddenly blasted out at Lin Huang on the opposite side.

Suddenly, I saw the ice fist that followed its move, and a huge cold arm with the shape of an arm outline and a full six meters long burst out of the air.

Soon the huge cold qi arm came to the ground, impacting all the way to the ground, shattering a large number of masonry, and the cold energy drove a large number of broken broken stones, turning into a rain of broken ice and stones, and the power was amazing.

And when it came to Lin Huang, he had already launched an attack almost the moment the other party blasted out his huge cold arm.

"Ice Ink Cold Dragon!"

I saw that between the waves of his palms, he gathered surging black spiritual power, and finally suddenly launched an attack with both palms.

Suddenly, when the palm was launched, the spiritual power around the body swept and roared, and soon turned into a black dragon, with the majestic momentum of the mighty void, and led the waves and cyclones to dance wildly, and the power was incomprehensible.

Boom!

The two forces met in mid-air, and the powerful spiritual power collided with each other, and the place where the mid-air impact suddenly became two extreme colors, one black and one white.

In the end, with the dazzling aura exploding, the majestic wolf continued to wave, and wisps of frightening wind swept across the platform.

Later, the aura dissipated, and the fight between the two turned out to be inseparable again.

But the two strong compete with each other, and they will eventually have to distinguish the superior.

Finally, the man in white flew up in the air, his spiritual power surged, and an incomparably thick cold aura condensed outside his body, and the overall momentum was unprecedentedly at its peak.

Faintly, you can see the cold wind howling in all directions, and the small thousands of frost particles dancing in the void, beautiful and cold.

Facing the white-clothed man who was becoming more and more amazing in mid-air, Lin Huang didn't dare to underestimate it, and immediately put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together and turned into a sword finger, and the next moment the sword finger danced around his body with a mysterious trajectory.

It's just a moment, and the condensed ink flow of true qi flutters around the body with the wind, like a dream.

This scene is as if Lin Huang is a painter, using his sword fingers as a pen, in an environment that resembles the world of ink painting, dancing beautiful swordsmanship.

However, in the midst of the beauty, there were sharp edges gathering, and the flowing ink qi around the body became brighter and brighter, gradually exuding a sharp aura.

"The cold mountain is frozen!"

In the end, the man in white became the first to become a momentum, and suddenly rushed down diagonally, and with his impact, the cold currents around his body condensed forward, and finally all of them gathered in the direction of his punch, as if turning into a cold hill several meters high and condensed in front of the fist, and with the swooping momentum of the body, they pressed towards Lin Huanggai below.

For a while, the void air was rolling, the wind was as cold as a knife, and the powerful and incomparable pressure attacked him.

This is the last move of the Frost Chill Fist, turning the whole body into the coldest, heaviest and most powerful iceberg attack, which is extremely powerful.

"Ink kills a hundred catastrophes!"

Almost as soon as the other party violently punched out an iceberg-like fist, the sword glint in Lin Huang's eyes flashed away, and at the same time, a faint black halo appeared behind his head, and the next moment the sword finger finally danced around, and suddenly the ink flow true qi around his body condensed one after another, and finally turned into a black qi sword with brilliant ink.

If someone carefully counted the number of qi swords, they would immediately find that there were a full hundred, no more and no less.

Moreover, each qi sword buzzed and trembled, and the qi light was crystal full, exuding sharp energy, like a crossbow arrow ready to fire, condensing great power.

"Kill!"

Woo Woo ......

In the end, the qi sword took shape in an instant, Lin Huang didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and immediately accompanied by the sound of his own move, the sword pointed obliquely at the void.

Suddenly, a hundred swords shot out in the air, rolling up a sword stream of terrifying winds, facing the iceberg fist with heavy might.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom......

In the end, Baijian encountered the strength of the iceberg fist with the sword momentum, and suddenly there was a huge shock of energy. Soon, a hundred qi swords were plunged into the iceberg.

For a while, between the explosion of qi and light, the impact sword power brought by the hundred swords was frozen in the void with the power of the iceberg's fierce cover, and no one could move much distance towards each other.