In the snow-white sky, there was constantly a fierce cold light galloping and flying, and everyone's ears were full of the sound of ice cubes hitting or ice cubes shattering, and they couldn't help but feel that the originally cold surroundings were getting colder and colder.

An ice and snow giant palm fell from the sky, and the powerful qi wave directly crushed and squeezed all the wind and snow equipment under the palm, and the figures of the dreamer and Han Guang appeared on the ice and snow field.

At this time, the Dream Collector was standing in the air on top of the ice and snow giant palm, looking at Han Guang indifferently through the translucent palm print, and then his right palm wearing a broken soul quickly pressed down.

There was an exclamation all around, and there was a bit of worry in the eyes of the gods of the moonlit night, this palm, but after the deepening of the shattered spirit, the power was dozens of times stronger than that of the empty palm, and it was difficult to guarantee that Han Guang could successfully resist this palm.

The cold situation naturally saw that the situation was not good, and he was so angry that he kept trembling all over, but he still roared arrogantly: "Guang'er! Don't be afraid just because the other party is holding a tree demon wood artifact, you are a moonlit night god, and your ability is enough for you to crush all the Xuanwu gods! ”

"Hmph." When the Tibetan Dream Man heard Han Ji say this, he was even more sarcastic in his heart, Han Ji was not telling everyone that he Han Meng could have such strength by relying on broken spirit.

However, the Dream Collector didn't care if he relied on Broken Spirit, no matter what method he used, as long as he could win the competition in front of him, it was enough to make Cold Fight lose face and make Cold War proud of his son.

Thinking like this, the Tibetan Dream Man's eyes condensed, he clenched his teeth, and a more turbulent divine power rushed directly from the Left Arm of the Dream Collector to the palm of the palm, and then the Left Palm of the Tibetan Dream Man slammed into the back of the right palm, and the Ice and Snow Giant Palm suddenly let out an extremely dull roar, and the violent air wave swept out wildly, and the coverage increased by more than three times in an instant, and the falling speed became faster and faster!

With this palm, the frightened cold man's face turned pale, and he quickly shut up, not daring to speak again, for fear of angering the Zangmeng people and making the Tibetan Dream people make some crazy moves.

Han Guang gritted his teeth, the speed of this giant palm landing was so fast, and the coverage was so wide, he couldn't escape with speed at all, the only way was to resist hard.

"It's not that easy!" Han Guang raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the extremely orthodox bloodline in his body played a role at this time, and a power of Xuan Han, which was more pure and powerful than that of the Hidden Dream Man, suddenly surged out of his body, and the majestic and violent ice blades in the sky were like hundreds of millions of chaotic blades densely rolled upward.

In the midst of this crazy blade, Han Guang's right foot stepped on the ground!

In vain, a 10,000-foot iceberg was pulled up from the ground, accompanied by countless chaotic blades, and the countless iceberg peaks also rose into the sky.

In the frightened eyes of everyone, the ice and snow giant palm and the chaotic blade spike penetrated each other in an instant, and the chaotic blade spike passed through the giant palm and stabbed towards the Tibetan dreamer, and the giant palm pressed the iceberg, and continued to press towards Hanguang.

With a deafening sound, countless frost blades shot out indiscriminately, and the vast snowy sky turned into a turbulent space-time of ice light blades, and the earth trembled violently at this time.

I don't know how many martial artists and gods with lower cultivation were seriously injured in this collision, because in this turbulent shoot, there were also pieces of blood light, and in the howling wind, there were also terrifying screams one after another.

Nothing can be seen with the naked eye, but fortunately, the gods who are present with high cultivation levels are all watching the battle with their divine sense, so it does not affect their interest.

I saw that in the violent turbulence, an irregular huge palm print pressed on the ice and snow field, the pit was deep and wide, and the irregularity of the palm print was because of the iceberg rising from the ground, squeezing out the palm print energy.

At this time, Han Guang bent his waist, standing in the deep pit of palm prints, panting sharply, blood continued to flow down from his body, and the bleeding of the seven orifices was even more infiltrating, and the hideous pool of blood under his feet was still rippling, and it was blown out by the wind.

And above the sky, the figure of the Hidden Dream Man was also crumbling, his robe was already tattered, and hideous blood marks covered his whole body, hardly a piece of flesh and skin, except for the broken palms.

However, at this time, the Dream Collector's hands were trembling, proving that even if he was protected by broken spirits, Han Guang's energy still vibrated into it, and his palms must be unbearable.

Seeing this, the cold situation hurriedly shouted: "Guang'er, take advantage of the victory to pursue!" Hanmeng is already seriously injured! ”

However, Han Guang was still panting violently, indifferent at all, his breath was already messy to the extreme.

On the contrary, although the voice of the dreamer trembled slightly, his breath was not disordered, and he said coldly: "Han Guang, this is your strength?" But I haven't done my best. ”

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings were shocked.

It turned out that the palm of the Tibetan Dream Man directly shocked into the inside of Han Guang, and Han Guang's chaotic blade spike only hurt the outside of the Tibetan Dream Man!

In the midst of the frightened gaze of the cold situation, the dreamer was suddenly in the turbulence of space, allowing the wanton ice blade to cut more wounds on himself, and he also had to quickly approach the cold wide!

The Dreamer stood above Han Guang's head, and pressed his right palm directly on Han Guang's Heavenly Spirit, and then the Dreamer quickly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep in the midst of all the attention!

"What is he doing?"

"Could it be that he is already lacking in divine power?"

In the midst of all the discussions, everyone finally found the reason, because they saw that Han Guang also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and the right hand of the dreamer was raised, and Han Guang followed suit!

It's just that at this time, Han Guang's hand actually has a sharp Xuanhan Ice Sword.

Then, the right hand of the Hidden Dream Man turned inward, and Han Guang also followed with his right hand, and the tip of the Xuan Han Ice Sword pointed at Han Guang's eyebrows!

Not only was everyone frightened, but even the cold situation went crazy, the Dream Collector actually controlled Han Guang's behavior with a dream, and wanted Han Guang to penetrate his brain, even if he didn't die immediately, it was enough to hurt his vitality!

I can't care if my face is still there, let alone the face of the true domain on a moonlit night, the safety of my son is naturally the most important.

"Stop!" Annoyed by the cold situation, as soon as he stepped on his toes, the whole person rushed towards the Tibetan Dream Man, with an unprecedented violent killing intent, countless ice and snow coiled around him, like an ice death.

"You dare!" Not only the cold situation, but even his eldest son Han Hui and second son Han Fu also followed to kill.

The momentum of the three of them has really reached the extreme, and their arrogance has reached the point where they will not stop until they wipe out the Hidden Dream Man in one fell swoop.

The life of the dreamer is about to disappear at this time.