"White Frost!"

The sound is like ice and snow, and the sword is like frost, breaking through the sky, freezing the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A ray of frost-white sword light stretched, slashing out like a thousand miles of ice, cutting towards the punch of the Canggu Holy Son like a flowing blade.

"Drifting clouds!"

The blue clouds were suspended in the air ten meters in the air, and I didn't know when a long knife appeared in my hand, the long knife body seemed to have white clouds fluttering, and the slender hand swept over the knife body, and suddenly a knife swung out, and the white clouds seemed to come alive from the knife body, each white cloud was condensed by the knife qi, which seemed to be light and soft, but in fact contained an amazing edge.

Many white cloud sword qi all floated towards the punch that the Canggu Holy Son blasted into.

Qingchen also made a move, his arms shook, and the cyan lines on his body seemed to be burning with flames, and in an instant, his palms swirled and pressed, blasting out two terrifying spiral energy, one to the Canggu Holy Son, and the other to the Canggu Holy Son himself.

One-on-three!

Fierce battles unfold directly.

Boom Boom!

The white frost shattered, countless frost sword qi shot out, and where it passed, the lake surface froze into solid ice, and the white cloud sword qi was also shattered, turning into a trace of clouds and mist in all directions, Qingchen's palm was also broken, and the blue light was dotted, but the palm that hit the Canggu Holy Son was broken by the Canggu Holy Son's punch.

Canggu Shengzi was like a god of war, standing on the surface of the lake, never moving, and punched again.

Boom Boom!

Three punches in a row, then three punches, then three punches.

The three punches were a wave, and the terrifying punch power hit the three of them one after another.

Every punch is the basic style of Cangtian Ancient Boxing.

For example, the powerful martial arts of Cangtian Ancient Fist will consume a lot of strength every time it is used, but the power of Canggu Holy Son seems to be endless, and it is constantly bombarded, but it is not half tired, which is terrifying.

The first premise of cultivating Cangtian Ancient Fist is to have enough physical strength and endurance, and after cultivation, there is also an amazing improvement in strength.

In the face of such a strong Canggu Holy Son, the pressure on the three of Qingchen was indescribable, and they found that even if the three of them joined forces, it felt like they were not joining forces.

Under the attack of the Canggu Holy Son, the three of them could only fight on their own.

The blue waves were mighty, rolling up thousands of waves, and the three of Qingchen continued to perform tricks, resisting the attacks of the Canggu Holy Son again and again, looking for opportunities to fight back again and again, but their counterattacks were difficult to be effective, and they were completely crushed by the Canggu Holy Son.

"White mantis!" Bai Qingjie exerted all his strength and performed his strongest move.

A sword came out, as if there was a strange dragon groan resounding through the nine heavens, between the twisting of the long sword, the body and the sword were united, and a dragon beast that seemed to be condensed by white frost and ice opened its teeth and claws, and roared towards the ancient saint son like nine heavens.

Everywhere the white cockroach passed, the sky was filled with frost, and the lake froze, like a solid ice avenue, constantly spreading to the ancient saint son.

"The clouds are shattered!"

Lan Yun Su held the knife in his hand, and his body was surrounded by countless clouds, constantly rising into the air, until he was in the middle of a hundred meters in the air, and with a swing of the knife, countless clouds and qi moved, condensing into a white cloud of tens of meters, but it was as heavy as a mountain and earth, crushing towards the Canggu Holy Son.

In the white clouds, countless knife qi slashed back and forth, as if everything was cut and crushed.

It was as if the sky was collapsing and pressing.

"Qingyan slashes the sky!"

The hands burst out with extremely intense cyan fire, and between the sudden rubbing, a pure cyan burst out, the cyan seemed to be a crescent moon condensed by flames, breaking through the surface of the lake, with an incomparably terrifying force, and slashed towards the Canggu Holy Son.

In an instant, Canggu Shengzi faced the attack of the strongest special move from the three sides, once this powerful attack was hit, he would not be able to get any benefit, and he would be seriously injured and defeated.

Rao is like this, but the Canggu Holy Son does not have the slightest idea of dodging.

The expression was a little dignified, but the bottom of his eyes was more excited, a kind of excitement from the bottom of his heart, and the battle spirit was terrifying.

Heavenly power!

Three punches in a row blasted out, each punch seemed to have done its best, Rao is Canggu Holy Son's strength was strong and his endurance was amazing, and at this time he also had a feeling of being evacuated, and his face turned slightly pale.

Those three punches carried the momentum of heaven and earth, and they bombarded the white cockroach and the white cloud of tens of meters respectively, as well as the green flame crescent moon.

Everyone knows that this is another crucial moment to divide the winner or loser.

In the end, it was the three members of the Five Emperors family who defeated the Canggu Holy Son?

Or will the Canggu Holy Son defeat the three?

Chen Zong couldn't help but speculate.

Three against one!

Which side will win?

Whether it is Bai Qingjue, Lan Yunyi, or Qingchen, the strength shown by the three of them is definitely very strong.

The powerful explosion once again eclipsed the world, and everyone's ears could no longer hear any sound, and in front of them, there was only black and white.

This feeling lasted longer than before, and it was extremely uncomfortable, but it was impossible to get rid of it.

When the black and white receded and the colors diffused again, there was an incomparably sharp roar in my ears, this strong contrast made people mentally turbulent, as if they were about to be broken, drowsy and confused, and their consciousness was reversed.

If someone is going to kill them at this time, it's the perfect time.

In an instant, Chen Zong got rid of this feeling and instantly sobered up, but he also felt shocked.

This kind of collision is so terrible.

If he still feels this way when he is 10,000 meters away, then what kind of impact will the Canggu Holy Son and Qingchen, Bai Qingjue and Lan Yunyi and others in the center have?

They were uncomfortable.

Even if you react and defend in a moment, it is very uncomfortable, and the whole person's consciousness seems to be completely distorted and strangled.

When everything was calm, Qingchen, Bai Qingjue, and Lan Yunyi all stood on the surface of the lake with all their might, their faces were frighteningly pale, their breath was weak, and they obviously had no strength to fight again.

The Ancient Holy Son also stood on the surface of the lake, his face was pale, and there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes, but his expression was a kind of arrogance, and the aura around his body was constantly fluctuating, and he was no longer as calm as before.

Immediately, I saw Canggu Holy Son blast out three punches again.

It can be seen that the power of these three punches is not as good as before, but the three of Qingchen are no longer able to fight.

Boom Boom!

The three of them tried their best to resist, but they were still directly blown away.

One-on-three!

Victory!

All around, they were so shocked that they couldn't breathe.

How strong is the strength of the Canggu Holy Son?

A burst of dragon groans sounded, and four golden dragons of luck appeared.

Then, it was the Qi Luck Golden Dragon on the Canggu Holy Son that swallowed the other three Qi Luck Golden Dragons respectively, and the length directly broke through eight zhang, reaching an astonishing eight zhang six, and the body also became thicker and majestic.

Looking at the golden dragon of luck that was more than eight zhang long, everyone was shocked.

If no one could defeat the Canggu Holy Son, perhaps in the end, this luck golden dragon would be able to approach nine zhang, or even reach nine zhang.

Throughout the ages, nine is the extreme, and when it comes to nine zhang, it is even different.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

"Canggu Holy Son, you have consumed too much strength now, I won't fight you. Yi Qianqiu, the proud sword Heavenly Sect, walked on the waves with a sword, his eyes seemed to penetrate the void, and fell on Chen Zong: "Chen Zong, the same person who practices swords, you and I will fight." ”

Chen Zong's original intention was also to fight with the Canggu Holy Son, but everyone could see that the Canggu Holy Son at this time had consumed a lot of strength, and there was not much combat power left.

Such a battle is an unfair battle, and even if it is won, there is no sense of accomplishment at all.

Therefore, Chen Zong suppressed the battle intent in his heart, and only waited until the strength of the Canggu Holy Son recovered, and then challenged him, but he didn't expect Yi Qianqiu of the Proud Sword Heavenly Sect to appear, and he bluntly challenged himself.

The meaning of his words is very easy to understand, let the Canggu Holy Son rest first and recover his strength, while he will fight with Chen Zong, and after defeating Chen Zong, he will fight with the Canggu Holy Son who has recovered his strength.

At that time, even if the strength of Canggu Holy Son is not fully recovered, Yi Qianqiu himself will consume some strength, and a battle between the two will be a fair duel.

Before the fighting spirit was suppressed, Yi Qianqiu invited to fight, and Chen Zong didn't want to think about it, so he walked out directly.

The Canggu Holy Son did not speak, but retreated into the distance to regain his strength.

Indeed, first defeated Li Wuji, then defeated Zihuan, and finally defeated three strong opponents with one enemy and three battles, and there was not much strength left.

If you fight with Yi Qianqiu again, the outcome is unpredictable.

No one said anything about the Eternal Holy Son's retreat to recover his strength, and no one would laugh at him, some were just a kind of awe.

Who can do that?

Everyone was actually still wondering if the fierce battle would end with the excessive consumption of Canggu Holy Son's strength.

Although it was very exciting and intense, everyone was enthusiastic, but there was a feeling of unfinished business.

Now, it was Yi Qianqiu who invited Chen Zong to fight, and although Chen Zong did not answer out loud, he expressed it with action.

Yi Qianqiu is a disciple of Proud Sword Tianzong, a sword practitioner, and superb swordsmanship, while Chen Zong is also a sword practitioner, and the previous two battles also made people see Chen Zong's superb swordsmanship.

This battle will be a duel between swords.

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but become even hotter.

Everything, when given a certain meaning, often produces sensory changes, and this change will make people feel more stimulated.

Yi Qianqiu had a sword in his hand, and walked towards Chen Zong step by step, each step out, as if a sharp sword was stabbing across the lake, leaving one sword mark after another.

The invisible but sharp sword qi condensed in Yi Qianqiu's body one by one, constantly cutting the air around his body, making a sharp sound that made people's scalps tingle.

It's pure, it's a very pure swordsman.

Chen Zong also walked towards Yi Qianqiu step by step, feeling the invisible sword qi that was constantly condensed on Yi Qianqiu's body, and seeing the white sword marks under Yi Qianqiu's feet, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Before the battle, Chen Zong already knew that Yi Qianqiu was a good opponent, a very good opponent, the best opponent so far, from his own cultivation to the present, from his own weakness to step by step to the present, he had encountered many opponents, and there were many opponents who could be called good opponents, but there had never been one as pure as Yi Qianqiu.

In an instant, the battle intent in his heart erupted and rushed straight into the sky, and the invisible sword qi was as fierce as an arrogance, repelling the surrounding air and the lake under his feet, causing countless ripples and ripples.