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In the white mist, the old man looked up at the young man in mid-air with a shocked face, and after a while, his face gradually became solemn, and he whispered: "Boy, what kind of secret method do you have?" ”

No wonder the old man is so shocked, although in this ancient continent, there are not many secret methods that can improve their strength so quickly, but the level of those secret methods is at least above the indigo-level exercises, in this ancient continent, the people or forces who can come up with this level of secret methods are only those who are a handful of super forces or super powerhouses in the hidden world, and in the eyes of these super forces and super powerhouses, the powerhouses in the Dragon Teng Empire are undoubtedly just fireflies that compete with the bright moon.

"Could it be that this kid is from those forces?" A frightened thought flashed through the old man's heart, and under the shock of those extremely terrifying transcendent forces, it was no longer possible for him to maintain his composure in his heart.

"Impossible! Although this kid has a variety of strange treasures, the exercises he cultivates don't seem to exceed the purple level, which is definitely not like the style of those forces! Although he was a little frightened in his heart, after a while, the old man slowly suppressed this emotion and comforted himself in his heart.

Gradually regaining his composure, the old man's face was solemn, his dry hands were slightly clenched, and the cold mist around him quickly condensed, and finally solidified into a snow-white ice gun between his palms.

After condensing the Yuan Qi into an ice spear, the old man still felt a little unsafe, and quickly formed a seal knot with one hand, and then shouted softly: "Ice and snow armor!" ”

As the shouts fell, the icy mist that filled the surroundings suddenly formed a thick ice armor with a cold luster on the old man's body.

The weapons in the old man's hands and the ice armor on his body were completely condensed from the Yuan Qi, and this was at least something that required a Martial Tribulation Realm powerhouse to barely do.

On the Daogu Continent, ordinary people, when they reach the early stage of the Wuyuan Realm, they can release their vitality, at this time, if they cover the vitality on the weapon, they can greatly increase the attack power, and when they reach the Martial Tribulation Realm, they can condense the weapons and armor completely transformed by the vitality like the current white-haired old man, this kind of weapon and defense is naturally far from ordinary weapons and armor can be compared.

can make the old man treat it so solemnly and do his best, which shows how much attention he attaches to Jun Qianluo after suddenly improving his strength at this time.

Ignoring the fully armed appearance of the old man below, Jun Qianluo in mid-air, the momentum emanating from his body was getting stronger and stronger, and at a certain moment, he suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and in the long roar, the surging vitality contained in it actually blew away nearly half of the fog below.

Looking at Jun Qianluo with just a long roar, he broke the dense fog, the old man's face changed again, he didn't dare to slack off again, and with a wave of the ice gun in his hand, countless sharp ice spikes quickly condensed in the sky above his head, and then brought a burst of wind to break the sound, and shot away at Jun Qianluo in mid-air.

Above the air, the whistling sound gradually stopped, Jun Qianluo's wings shook violently, and his body swooped down like a roc, looking faintly at the overwhelming ice spikes, his hands to ten, and then gently closed.

As the palms collided with each other, an invisible energy spread out like lightning, and then, followed by the overwhelming ice spikes, there was a click... Spectacularly turned into a cold purple phantom in mid-air...

"It's... Soul power? Looking at the high-speed spinning ice spike that was shattered into powder without the slightest warning, the white-haired old man was slightly stunned, and then lost his voice.

Ignoring the old man's surprise, Jun Qianluo's wings fluttered, and he flashed straight above the old man, holding the Xuanbing Ridge in his hand, and suddenly splitting down.

This wave of the Xuan Bing Ridge almost completely tore the air, and where the heavy ridge passed, it actually left a shallow black trace...

Although this attack was not as powerful as before, but when Chong Ling swung out, the old man's face became extremely solemn, and he knew in his heart that this attack was silent, but the destructive power it contained was not at all comparable to Jun Qianluo's previous attack...

Cautiously taking a step back, the old man's palm suddenly tightened, and then the ice spear carried a cold and bone-chilling energy, and stabbed out.

Looking at the old man who chose to touch hard, a faint mockery clearly flashed in Jun Qianluo's eyes, and Chong Ling suddenly accelerated, and finally bombarded with the ice gun.

Chong Ling and the ice spear collided together, and suddenly a circle of ferocious energy ripples spread out from the junction, shaking the ground in the room into a spider web-like crack.

"Broken!" As soon as it was handed over, the ice spear was compressed into a bow-like shape, and with Jun Qianluo's cold drink and click, the ice spear broke violently, and ice chips splashed everywhere.

In a round, the weapon was easily broken by the other party, and the old man's face suddenly became quite ugly, he didn't expect that the young man in front of him, in just a few minutes, was actually like a different person, and the strength before and after was difficult to contrast!

If the previous Jun Qianluo was only a mid-martial artist in the Martial Mind Realm, then now he is probably at least at the level of a martial artist in the Martial Tribulation Realm! Such a frightening huge gap really made the old man feel a little shocked.

"What the hell did this kid do?" A thought flashed quickly in his heart, the old man kicked on his toes, his body retreated rapidly, and when he retreated, his hands danced rapidly, and with the dance of his palms, seven ice mirrors flashing with cold light quickly condensed out, completely blocking the way Jun Qianluo wanted to pursue.

The seven ice mirrors had just been arranged, and the old man didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, only listening to a crisp sound, his eyes raised, and he was a little shocked to find that Jun Qianluo, who was holding a heavy edge, actually rampaged all the way, and the ice mirrors along the way, before they could touch his body, were swallowed by the purple cold flames outside his body.

"Good boy, I still don't believe it today, I have been in seclusion for more than twenty years, and few people have no power to fight back in the same attribute spirit root!" Angered by Jun Qianluo's reluctant quick attack, the old man's eyebrows straightened, and the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the cold vitality was frozen into a thick ice on the ground more than ten meters around.

"Bingxuan Hurry!"

His hands quickly formed knots in front of him, and the old man suddenly let out a low roar in his throat, and suddenly, a series of crescent-shaped ice blades swirled around him.

There were more and more ice blades, and in the end, the old man's body was completely hidden in it, and the ice blades were connected to each other, forming a small spiral storm that was completely united by the ice blades.

"Go!" In the midst of the storm, a low shout came out, and the ice blade storm suddenly swept towards Jun Qianluo, and along the way, the floor of the room was almost destroyed to the point of ravines, and some crystal counters were scraped all the way by the ice blade, and they burst violently, and the place where the burst was as smooth as a mirror.

Looking coldly at the old man who was attacking fiercely, Jun Qianluo suddenly stopped, and the purple cold flame and ferocious momentum that shrouded his body were completely absorbed into his body.

The current Jun Qianluo has no defenses in his body, and the Xuan Bing Ridge in his hand is also inserted by him.

"Boy, look for death!"

Looking at Jun Qianluo's actions, in the ice blade storm, the old man's slightly angry shouts suddenly came out, obviously, for Jun Qianluo's contemptuous action, the old man was also extremely angry in his heart, originally with his identity, it was a little inappropriate to shoot at a junior, but now he is fighting with all his strength, but in this case, the other party chose to give up the defense to face his strongest attack, which undoubtedly made the old man's strong self-esteem suffer.

Ignoring the old man's anger, Jun Qianluo felt the feeling of oppression coming from the void in front of him, exhaled lightly, his palm slowly poked out, and then trembled slightly, and the cold flame of Senbai suddenly rose.

After Sen Bai Hanyan appeared, Jun Qian slammed on the ground with the soles of his feet, and with an explosion, his body turned into a ray of light and shadow almost like an arrow off the string, and shot straight at the small ice blade storm that swept in.

"If you look for death yourself, then you can't blame the old man!"

Seeing that Jun Qianluo actually chose to fight with himself, in the storm, the old man suddenly said coldly, although his strength is not as good as before, but when he used this blue-level advanced "Bingxuan Rapidity", there were really not many people who dared to choose to directly touch him, and now Jun Qianluo's actions undoubtedly made the old man feel that he was killing himself!

Still ignoring his angry shouts, Jun Qianluo rushed straight to the storm, and the palm of his hand was almost completely covered by the cold flames of Senbai, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Jun Qianluo's palm suddenly plunged into the storm.

The palm of his hand was inserted into the storm, and inside the room, a circle of terrifying energy fluctuations suddenly spread out, lifting the ground nearly half a meter away!

"Click..."

Jun Qianluo maintained the posture of inserting his palm into the storm, and after a moment of pause, he saw that the ice blade storm that was originally rotating rapidly began to solidify, and in the click, the ice blade storm was completely solidified into a huge snow-white icicle.

Looking at the icicle in front of him lightly, Jun Qianluo slowly pulled out his palm from it, and flicked his fingers lightly on the icicle.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the icicles burst and turned into countless cold purple powders, which fell from mid-air.

The icicles burst, revealing the old man wrapped in a thin layer of ice.

Looking at the old man, Jun Qianluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he opened them again, at this time, the indifference and vicissitudes in his dark eyes had completely disappeared, and in their place was the vitality and vigor that a teenager should have.

"Old sir, you're defeated, I'm sorry, the thing belongs to me." Clapping his hands, Jun Qianluo smiled at the old man.

(Ask for support, to be continued)

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