Finally, Lin Huang got out of the second level, and it didn't take long for him to walk up a new staircase and go to the third level on the third floor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon he walked into a new light curtain, and the scene changed in front of him, and he appeared in a platform space in an instant.

It is a square platform 100 zhang wide, and the floor is paved with stone bricks, which looks extremely heavy and calm.

Behind the edge of the platform, there seems to be a cliff in the background.

And where you can see it, the most attractive thing is not this stone platform, but the square sky.

The sky was a little blue, and there were stars shining everywhere, as if there were tiny stars hanging in the sky.

The world as a whole is not very bright, but it can see things, and it is not very dim.

Wow!

Not long after Lin Huang looked around, there was a slight fluctuation in the space dozens of meters away on the left hand, and soon a person in white clothes, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of energy, and the white-clothed man who could not see his face showed his figure.

The white-clothed man's cultivation was at the peak of the True Yuan Realm, and from the moment this person appeared, the temperature around him plummeted, and a cold momentum began to permeate the four directions.

Almost the second breath that appeared on the other party, the spiritual power around him suddenly fluctuated, and his palms were clenched into fists.

The fist was shrouded in a dazzling white aura, which looked heavy and cold.

"Frost to the bone!"

Soon the man in white did not hesitate, and his body shot vertically, his fists were like the wind, and he hit one punch after another.

The other party made the martial arts nothing else, it was the powerful exercise of the cold power, the "Frost Chill Fist".

And it is exerted with the power of perfection, and the power is by no means so easy to deal with.

"Ink Twist Palm"

In the face of the opponent's attack, Lin Huang's face did not change, his palms turned slightly, and his spiritual power sprayed thin, and each turned into a cyclone to envelop his palm.

Bang bang......

The first time I met, I suddenly saw the two of them staggered and wandering, their fists and palms striking each other from time to time, and the strong spiritual power between each other kept colliding, and the cold ink light exploded everywhere, and the wind was whistling and rolling.

The opponent's fist is cold and majestic, and the cold power seems to penetrate the true element, directly destroying the flesh and bones, and the penetrating power is extremely strong, and it is very difficult.

Fortunately, Lin Huang's moves based on the Dark Mahamudra Heart Method, combined the Blue Wave Cyclone Skill, and the Ink and Smoke Skill created in the past half a year, the spiritual power is condensed and profound, and it also carries the power of decay, which is not trivial.

For a while, even if it was the other party's cold energy that penetrated through the flesh and bones, it failed to gain the upper hand and penetrate the power of the ink-colored cyclone shrouded outside Lin Huang's palm.

"Frost-scarred!"

However, after more than 30 times of confrontation to no avail, the man in white let out a deep sigh and changed his fist style again.

This time, his attacks became a series of fast, and his stamina continued, constantly blasting out icy punches.

Moreover, every time the ice attribute spiritual power of this attack collided with Lin Huang, some of it would remain on Lin Huang's palms and whirlwinds, and it would be difficult to disperse for a while.

In an instant, the cold qi energy of the opponent's chain fast attack quickly superimposed, causing the cyclone true qi condensed under Lin Huang's palm to continue to shatter, and the crisis continued, and the consumption of true qi also increased greatly.

"Mo Yuan Yu!"

Seeing that the form was becoming more and more unfavorable to him, Lin Huang's brows condensed slightly, and he changed his moves in an instant.

I saw his hands dancing in front of him, forming an unfathomable black air vortex, and immediately resisted the opponent's attacks that were stacked with cold strength one after another.

The palm power vortex formed by the dancing of these palms was like a deep mouth, constantly devouring the opponent's attack spiritual power, and constantly dissipating.

"Frost Weathering Blade!"

Lin Huang's defensive moves were opened, and the fighting situation was instantly deadlocked, and in the blink of an eye, the opponent's moves changed again.

I saw the other party's hands bombarded, and his fists struck, and the cold fist spurted and rolled the air current, and each turned into an air knife several meters long.

Bang bang ......

The two air knives soon broke through Mo Yuanyu's defense with a strong posture between the air and light explosions.

However, Lin Huang was extremely fast, his palm style changed rapidly, and he took advantage of the situation to retreat in an instant.

"Frost Weathering Blade!"

Seeing Lin Huang's figure slipping and retreating close to the ground, the man in white did not give up, and quickly developed his body method to chase after him. When the fist wind roared, the spiritual power gushing under the fist swirled the air current, and once again turned into a sharp huge air knife to impact and kill, and it was close to Lin Huang, who was slipping and retreating.

For a while, the sharp wind of Sen Han blew the face first, and there was also a pressure around the body, which suddenly tightened.

"Humph! Ink Finger! ”

However, at the moment of crisis, Lin Huang was still as calm as ever, and soon faced the body that was still in retreat in the face of the approaching killing machine, the index finger of his right hand pointed out, and a bright cyclone condensed between his fingers and greeted it sharply.

Boom!

Soon the finger and the ice blade met, and suddenly a huge difference appeared, a finger less than a foot long and a few meters long ice cold air knife collided, and the air instantly froze, bursting with the most brilliant aura.

Bang Bang ......Bang

However, just a moment later, the Finger Cyclone began to expand, and the Ink Cyclone swirled at high speed, and the powerful corrosive friction force erupted, and finally completely shattered the Ice Blade in the huge explosion of qi and light, causing it to explode into the void.

At the same time, a strong air wave rippled out, Lin Huang continued to fly back with his strength, and the man in white was blocked, and the next moment he involuntarily retreated.

"Frost-scarred!"

When he stopped his body, the man in white danced with his fists, once again condensing the dazzling white light, and the cold and bright spiritual power like crystal on his fists.

Immediately after that, the opponent did not immediately pursue him, but bombarded the air with both fists, punching one punch after another with both hands, and constantly striking out a cold fist like a boulder from under his fist.

Bang Bang ......Bang

The fist power flew through the air, and the air was densely attacked, and suddenly Lin Huang's body that had just stabilized, and the fist power continued to appear around him, dodging, and everywhere he passed, the ground was constantly shattered and exploded by the cold fist bombardment.

For a while, when the body moved, there were gravel flying around the body, ice chips fluttering, and the cold wind blowing the body.

However, Lin Huang is skillful, even if the opponent's fist attack is intensive, he can't help Lin Huang for a while.

"There's no trace of ink!"

However, being beaten passively is not Lin Huang's style. Soon, I saw that the body martial arts created by his collection of several major body methods disappeared without a trace, and immediately unfolded.

Suddenly, I saw that Lin Huang's body began to appear with the flow of ink, and the figure began to blur, gradually as if the figure had disappeared, and only the ink qi was left in his eyes, like clouds and smoke, and there was no trace of a dream.

And finally felt that he had caught his traces, but the attacks he made often only hit a cloud of ink, where was the trace of his real body.

At this time, Lin Huang's ethereal body moved, and the attack of the man in white was completely ineffective, and he could not threaten him.