Two huge air masses were surging and intertwined, rolling together in a chaotic expansion.

The masks on Shen Run and Yan Ying's faces were torn apart in the process because they couldn't withstand this powerful oppression, revealing their beautiful faces.

The anger is rampant, and the mysterious power is raging.

The overwhelming pressure makes it hard to breathe.

There are a few weak weapon people in the grappling who can't stand such a slight pressure, and their bodies feel unwell, and they are killed by a single move when they are distracted.

In this way, Chang Xi's attack weakened, and he was able to take the time to look at Yan Ying and Shen Run, who were fighting on the edge of the cliff, with only one glance, and then he was surrounded by the weapons and men who kept pouring in, and he was forced outside the altar and forced into the snow cave.

In order to protect His Highness, he had to accept this persecution.

It was hard to hide jealousy in his eyes, and in front of them, he was too inconspicuous.

is also a weapon man, he is not as good as Yan Ying, and as an ordinary man, he is not as good as Shen Run.

There is a gap in talent, and this is something he does not want to admit.

Yan Ying's power suddenly skyrocketed, and three thousand hairs were like snakes, dancing up and down with the hurricane. There was a touch of scarlet in his eyes, and he was like thunder, and he slashed a palm in the air.

Shen Run was shocked for a moment, frowning, he was able to skyrocket his Xuan power when he was suppressed like this, which was beyond his expectations. The momentum of thunder, only one person, but like thousands of troops and horses pressed together. I can't take this palm, but I have to take it if I can't take it, because it's too late.

Yan Ying's body exuded a dead aura, like a ghost-faced Shura who crawled out of hell, covered in blood, and corpses were piled up under his feet. Shen Run occasionally noticed this kind of dead qi in Si Chen, Shen Run was shocked, and at the same time felt even more angry, because he suddenly felt that they were the same kind, and he was nothing, and this realization made his killing intent suddenly skyrocket.

Shen Run didn't dodge or dodge, but took a palm.

The surging wind, the out-of-control power, the fierce wind, the snowflakes flying, all of this suddenly came to a standstill at a certain moment.

Yan Ying was forced to take a step back to the edge of the cliff, her face covered with frost, like the snow that does not melt on the top of the snow peak all year round.

Shen Run took three steps back, a burst of blood and qi surged, the golden crown of his hair broke, and when the hem of his clothes hung to the ground, three thousand green silks swayed, his posture was like jade, and he was as elegant as a bamboo.

He tried his best to suppress the blood churning in his chest, he didn't want to be too ugly in front of the morning light. But after a moment's pause, the blood qi was not suppressed after all, and the red blood overflowed, staining his slightly white lips.

He clutched his chest, frowning slightly.

Yan Ying finally felt a little relieved, although his internal organs were almost forced to move because of the coercion just now.

The hand hanging at his side trembled slightly, and he clenched it suddenly, tucking into the wide sleeves of his robe.

At this moment of distraction, with a bang, the extremely strong Gangfeng suddenly attacked from the side and attacked him.

Yan Ying was caught off guard, horrified in his heart, and hurriedly waved a palm to resist, who knew that the palm was just a false move, and then the real palm was launched with lightning speed, the palm force was ruthless, the strength was heavy, and the shot was sudden, so that the unprepared Yan Ying was firmly affected, and slid backwards for more than ten steps in a row, barely standing firmly, his body glanced at him slightly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashed on the snow-covered mountain rocks, and the stars were dazzling.

Yan Ying was shocked.

Shen Run was also very surprised.

They looked at the people standing not far away.

It's a ghostly charm that seduces the soul, a charm that bewitches all souls.

Shocking!

Ye Yan's eyes flickered with a blood-red glow, like a little hellfire burning, faintly glowing with a little beautiful golden light, and an indescribable demonic aura surrounded her, like a demonic aura, like a poisonous mist that spread to the surrounding layers. She stood there quietly, dressed in a holy white dress, like a fairy who had suddenly fallen into the devil's path, already stained with the dark color of the demon. Her face was as pale as paper, expressionless, and with a terrifying aura on it, an indescribable demonic nature, boiling in her blood with a hideous violent.

Yan Ying looked at her, frightened, angry, and caught off guard was consuming his strength, which made his beautiful face fade to the last bit of blood:

"You, you haven't been sealed Xuanli ......" The cold voice was tightly suppressed, suppressing the trembling in the uncontrollable rage.

Si Chen's face was expressionless, as cold as frost.

"It turns out that you've been lying to me ......"

Yan Ying trembled with anger, even if he tried to control it, he still couldn't control the monstrous anger that could ruin his mind, no failure could make him so angry today, there was also a hatred in this anger, all the contradictions and hesitations he had before because of her turned into anger at this moment, the previous period from indecision to the last ruthlessness for him was not simply made him feel embarrassed now, these embarrassments turned into resentment, like thousands of insects and snakes gnawing at his heart.

"Why now? Want to see me turn into a joke? I want to see me because you're struggling with the demons in your heart, but in the end you still abandon you, so that you can completely die for me, right? He couldn't control his anger, which he couldn't even tell for a reason, and the rage boiled in his chest, and the burning pain had nowhere to discharge, and it accumulated in his chest, making him laugh angrily, and his bright lips were bent openly, and he burst into laughter, and there was a biting chill in the laughter, which made people's limbs as cold as ice.

Shen Run heard a little sadness and desolation from his laughter, frowned, and felt a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to know the past of Chenguang and Yan Ying, but he didn't want to know, and his contradictory mood overwhelmed him.

The wind was raging, and the snow was rolling off.

"We've known each other for seventeen years." Si Chen looked at Yan Ying, spoke softly, her voice was cold, like a cold spring in the ice and snow, her darkest hair drew a graceful arc in the air, flawless and clear skin, bewitching and cold red pupils, she was indifferent, and there seemed to be a hint of half-truth and half-truth in her indifference, "In the past seventeen years, we have never said goodbye properly. She said, "Yan Ying, I give you a chance to fulfill your last wish, offsetting the first seven years of our acquaintance, now, you can say goodbye to your present life, next year today is your sacrifice day, but I will not go to worship you!" ”

Her voice is pleasant, as clear as an ice bell, quiet and without a trace of ups and downs, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

The aura on his body surged violently, and the thick Xuan power surged towards Yan Ying like a tide, like a thunderbolt exploding above the sky.

Yan Ying pursed the corners of his lips, his face was gloomy, his eyes were full of evil energy, he jumped up in the air, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and narrowly avoided Si Chen's killing move.

Si Chen didn't give him time to breathe, his posture was smooth, the speed was as fast as lightning, the murderous aura was surging, the move was fatal, there was no intention to show mercy to his subordinates, and the sense of coercion was released like a tsunami, as if he had used ten percent of his strength, and he must fight to the death today.