"There will be something else!" Tang Yulan crushed the beams of the house with the palm of his hand, and smashed the sawdust into Huo Lie's face with a spark, and shouted in his mouth: "Look at it." "A flirtatious leg kick out.

Huo Lie hurriedly closed his eyes, for fear of being affected by the sparks, his ears trembled slightly, and he felt a cold wind coming from his lower body, and his seven souls and six spirits were almost flown out of his shell, his hands crossed, his waist bowed down to block, and he was clamping Tang Yulan's calves, his palms stretched out, and a layer of hoarfrost quickly appeared on his five fingers, and with an icy cold air, he grabbed Tang Yulan's ankles.

Before the other party's palm touched it, Tang Yulan already felt the cold air to the bone, like an ice blade cutting back and forth at the ankle, if he caught it, I am afraid that the hamstrings would freeze. At the moment of crisis, Tang Yulan's left foot touched the ground, his body spun in mid-air, and his toes poked towards the temples of Huo Lie's head, his body was like a fighter performing stunts, responding quickly and domineering!

Even if Huo Lie hurt the other party, he would inevitably be kicked in the head, so he had no choice but to jump backwards with all his strength, even so, Tang Yulan's sole still brushed in front of his forehead, rubbing out several bloodlines.

In Zhu Lingwei's exclamation, Tang Yulan's entire body rotated in the air more than three hundred and sixty degrees, his clothes were hunting, his trouser legs were flying, as if he was tied with a steel wire around his waist, and after falling steadily to the ground, it was as light as a feather, and he barely made any sound.

"You're a liar!" After Huo Lie stood firm, he looked at Tang Yulan angrily.

"Having said that, your IQ has lowered the lower limit of the nation!" Tang Yulan hadn't fought like this for a long time, and he only felt happy.

Huang Yizhong had just climbed to the base of the wall, panting heavily, and when he saw the mess in the room, he broke out in a cold sweat. This will be considered to really know the strength of the two.

Without saying a word, the two began to fight again, and the floor under their feet was shattered into pieces, and the pieces were trampled into gravel, and the gravel was crushed into powder.

If Matthew Buick were here, he would definitely risk his life to make a fight video, which is wonderful enough to win the Condor Film Festival award for Best Action Film.

Huo Lie has rarely met opponents in his life, and although his fighting skills are not as good as Jing Huaiying, he is younger and looks energetic, like a middle-aged man in his early thirties, and every punch and kick shows his peak state.

Looking at Tang Yulan again, although he is less than fighting after being reborn, he has invisibly comprehended a lot of star tattoos and the philosophy in the ink-colored slate, plus the bone is superior, as the battle heats up, the advantage is becoming more and more obvious. When fighting, although there are few martial arts routines, his wild ways are all learned from countless battles and slashes.

Both of them are among the strongest in the world, fighting together, like Mars hitting the earth.

Every time the fists and feet collide, the people who listen to them are in a terrible mood.

At the door, there was a tattooed man with a tattoo on his face who was nervous to observe the situation in the field, and suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and when he looked down, he saw that a chair leg had been inserted into his lower abdomen, and he was deep in it.

The tattoo man slowly fell backwards, and before he could hit the ground, he heard a thunderclap of thunder, and the walls exploded, revealing Huo Lie's fist in the burst of masonry.

The tattoo fell.

There was another thud in the room, and there were a few bangs.

When the two fought, a small whirlwind was stirred, and the glass on the window couldn't stand the surging energy and shattered.

The expired medicine in the medicine cabinet flew out of the window, and the tattoo who was guarding outside looked down to see that there was something shaped like He Shou Wugen, the left side was scorched, and the right side was even covered with frost.

The room was also filled with a smell of burning.

"Boom!"

Just hear a loud bang.

The two of them smashed through the wall and ran to another room.

"Tang Yulan, if you fight against hell, there will be no good results." A cold and piercing, powerful voice pierced through Xiao Han, allowing people a hundred meters away to hear it clearly: "Do you know that my strength can't stop the Prison Emperor's move." ”

"Lao Tzu is playing monkey, otherwise he would have killed you a long time ago!" Another voice shouted coldly.

Immediately, there was another burst of explosions.

"Bang!"

The roof tiles exploded, three meters in diameter, and the flying tiles fell into the grass and hit the floor or cloister with a "clang" and "pop" sound.

A piece of red paper slowly fell from mid-air, and the tattooed man walked over curiously and looked down, and there were strange charms drawn on the red paper.

In ancient times, there was a custom called "Dingliang money", also known as "Dingliang money", which was generally placed on the ridge and the big house, since this red paper has flown out, the damage to the ridge must be not small.

Inside the room, Huo Lie saw that the walls were about to collapse, and the beams of the room creaked, and the dust and dust fell from above, and he was about to pull back.

Tang Yulan's body was like lightning, he felt that there was an inexhaustible strength in his limbs, not only his fists, but even his arms were also burning with scorching flames, and he shouted: "See, Lao Tzu is a master of magic!" ”

The strong light of the flames made Huo Lie dare not look directly, he gritted his teeth, inhaled sharply, his chest swelled more than thirty centimeters, his mouth let out a sharp long roar, the blood vessels in his body bulged and rolled, and his palms slowly pushed forward.

A strange scene appeared in front of him, the air seemed to become a liquid, under the stimulation of Huo Lie's palms, there were layers of ripples, ripples, white points of light condensed from it, and in less than a second, a two-centimeter layer of ice was formed on the palms of his hands. In the light of the fire, the ice appears round, thorough, yet hard.

The two of them collided with each other, as if it was very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast.

"Click!"

The ice on the palm of the hand cracked, and the fine ice slag had been melted into water by the flames and evaporated into gas before it had even fallen.

The flames in Tang Yulan's hands were obviously burning, but he could still feel the cold breath coming from his palm, piercing into the bone marrow.

The ice layer on the palm of his hand became thinner and thinner, and the flame in Tang Yulan's palm was slowly extinguished, and his arm was a little numb from the cold.

"Haha, you're going to be finished." Huo Lie watched his opponent's flame gradually extinguish and laughed fiercely.

Ice and fire are originally two extremely different attributes, if it is cold, it will extinguish the flame, and if the fire is strong, it will melt the ice, but a fist-sized flame can be easily extinguished with half a glass of water, but it is much more difficult to use this flame to evaporate half a glass of water.

Huo Lie believes that he has taken the advantage. He could even feel the other person's blood vessels constricting slowly, and it didn't take long for them to freeze.

"Do you think Lao Tzu is a firefighter and can only play with fire?" Tang Yulan took a big step forward, his palm clenched into a fist, and he struck Huo Lie's palm with all his strength.