Just as his palms were about to hit the back of the heart, Fang Fan's legs bent and he actually rose into the air, and the blood-sucking sword was also bent like a circle, the sword body emitted an obscure wail, and Fang Fan, who was still in the air, slapped a palm at Han Bing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Like a huge wave hitting the shore in a stormy storm, Han Bing suddenly felt like a flat boat in the stormy waves.

The waves are 100 feet high, dangerous boats, wild waves.

Between the lightning and the fire, Han Bing's right palm met it, the two palms were opposite, the sea surface of the wind and waves suddenly condensed, the huge waves froze on the bow of the flat boat and could no longer be photographed, the ice crystals fluttered, the wind was calm, the waves were flat, and the flat boat was like walking on the ground.

Han Bing's figure shook slightly, but he didn't retreat a step, the blood-sucking sword was still tightly held in his hand, and at this time, Fang Fan was still in the air.

The sword body was even more curved, as if it was about to break, and before Fang Fan could make another palm, Han Feng, who was behind him, came out with both palms upwards and slapped Fang Fan's legs.

The cold wind hissed, cutting through the air like a blade, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Fang Fan's mouth, and the hand gripping the hilt of the sword suddenly let go.

Boom......

The blood-sucking sword bounced straight abruptly, chasing the wind and lightning, Han Feng's color suddenly changed, he hurriedly closed his palms and merged, hoping to seal the blood-sucking sword that came from the catapult, but it was not easy, he was still a step late, the sword brushed between his palms, and with a snap, it hit him in the face, and Han Feng suddenly flew out with a nosebleed.

The smile on the corner of Fang Fan's mouth deepened a little, the true qi was at his feet, the whole person fell on the blood-sucking sword, his body sank suddenly, Han Bing couldn't hold the sword anymore, the blade of the sword cut through the palm, he had no choice but to let go of the sword and retreat, and Fang Fan, a harrier turned over and landed, the sword was held in his hand, and Huo Ran took out the sword.

The blood-sucking sword stabbed straight ahead, Han Bing's hand surged cold ice to seal the ten fingers of the blood surge, the sword was only two inches away from the palm, Han Bing immediately combined his palms to seal the tip of the sword, however, between these two inches, the sword momentum suddenly changed, turning the stab into a split, such a close distance Fang Fan was able to make the sword change direction, not only did the power not decrease, but a few points higher, it was really incredible.

Although Han Bing's eyes were shocked, he was not panicked, and suddenly, his palms were wrapped in cold ice, and in the blink of an eye, they were as thick as a foot, and there was a tendency to thicken, Han Bing gave people the feeling that he was holding a big stone in his arms.

Han Bing was ready to smash the ice hockey ball with his sword, and several people watching the battle also thought so, however, to everyone's surprise, Fang Fan's sword changed direction again, and it stabbed straight again, only this time, it was no longer the chest, but the throat.

Han Bing's eyes finally became frightened, he had to feel fear, his palms had been sealed in the ice ball, even if he could break free, but at the same time, the sword had already penetrated his throat, when he was alive and dead, how could he not be afraid?

But fortunately, he also has an elder brother, and his elder brother has already made a palm, he can be sure that the palm is definitely one step faster than the sword, the cold ice palm is only two inches away from Fang Fan's back heart, and the blood-sucking sword is still four inches away from the throat, the big stone in Han Bing's heart fell, and his legs were weak, he was glad that he was still alive.

Fang Fan naturally had no way to make the sword suddenly extended, and there was no way to make the sword a little faster, he had already done his best, and the sword speed was also the highest peak in his history, at this time, it had not yet reached the point where the mountains and rivers were exhausted, he naturally didn't want to exchange his life for his life.

With a snort, Fang Fan swept out, Han Feng's palms also stopped suddenly, and the Cold Ice brothers turned to face Fang Fan at the same time, and the faces of the two of them couldn't help but be a little solemn.

Fang Fan's strength is not very strong, but the flames in his body are extremely difficult, water and fire are mutually reinforcing, can ice suppress one end of the fire, or can the fire suppress the ice one?

The Han Bing brothers glanced at each other, Han Feng's lips moved slightly, and Han Bing immediately understood what he meant.

Both hands slammed into the ground, and the ice balls that trapped his hands shattered, and Han Bing did not get up, but pressed his hands to the ground.

"Here we go." Han Bing said coldly.

Suddenly, the temperature of the dungeon suddenly became a little colder, and the light of the oil lamp also dimmed a little at the same time, and the dungeon became darker and darker.

Fang Fan couldn't wait any longer, the moment the full moon sword slashed out, it was condensed into the size of a dart, and the energy contained in it made everyone present feel a little frightened.

Han Feng snapped his hands together and roared again and again.

"Ah...... Ah......h

The cold winter wind rolled up snowflakes and danced wildly in the dungeon, all of them subconsciously squinted their eyes slightly, the three people who were fighting were covered by the wind and snow, only the darts were still dazzling, but it seemed to be frozen, the speed was extremely slow, the cold ice brothers should have dodged, but the two of them had no intention of dodging, Han Bing still pressed his hands on the ground, and Han Feng still put his hands together.

Suddenly, Han Feng's eyes ejaculated, and he shouted: "Now!"

In an instant, a ten-foot-thick ice wall condensed in front of Han Feng's body, and the darts crashed into the wall.

Rumble!!

The ice was splashed, the fog was filled, and under the earth-shattering loud noise, the dungeon seemed to collapse at any time, but it stabilized, and when the ice and snow dissipated, the fog receded, and half of the ten-foot ice wall had been blown away, and Fang Fan was standing on top of the ice wall, falling from the sky.

Han Feng didn't intend to pick up Fang Fan's sword, he took a few steps back, the tip of the sword hit the ground, Fang Fan bounced up with his strength, and stabbed a sword at Han Feng in the air again, the sword was as fast as thunder, but Han Feng seemed to have a pulley under his feet, and the whole person slid backwards, and the speed was a few points faster than Fang Fan's sword.

A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Fan's eyes, he had already fought with Han Feng for a few moves, Han Feng should not have this speed, his sword power was exhausted, Fang Fan had no choice but to land, but with a snort, he stumbled and almost fell.

It was only at this time that Fang Fan discovered that there was a thin layer of ice on the ground, the thin ice was almost transparent, and it was impossible to detect it if he didn't step on the ground, there was no doubt that this was Han Bing's masterpiece.

Han Feng is like a fish swimming in water, and his body has become elusive, obviously he is beside him, but Fang Fan is difficult to catch the corners of his clothes, and his palms are slapped out again and again, Fang Fan can only see the moves, and he can't even touch the corners of his clothes, so how can he fight back?

Clouds of mist continued to rise from under Fang Fan's feet, and the osteo-erosis continued to melt the thin ice under his feet, but the thin ice replenished back at a very fast speed, the osteo-erosis was not endless, the fire had gradually weakened, and the ice under his feet was constantly thickening, of course Fang Fan knew that Han Bing in the distance was the key to reversing the defeat, but what did he know?

Han Feng has always been around him, just blocking his endless palm tricks is already a mess, how can he interrupt Han Bing?

In a hurry, Fang Fan had already received several palms from Han Feng in a row, blood had oozed out of his slightly purple lips, and some ice crystals had condensed in his clothes, seeing that it was only a matter of time before he was defeated, Li Zhennan's face that had been condensed and frosty finally showed a smile: "It seems that you are not playing this card well."

Yu Huan also smiled and said: "Whether the cards are played well or not, you don't know until you win the cards."

Li Zhennan sneered: "Then I must keep my eyes open and see how you win."