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A thunderous sound sent out a series of explosions that swept through the surrounding neighborhoods, and the wind swept through the atmosphere, shattering the frost crystals to pieces.

The two figures were in the rapid attack and defense, like two entangled meteors, from the sky to the ground, from the ground to the sky, the ice and snow curtain that changed the sky did not make them stop fighting, but in this cold wind and snow world, the terrifying destructive power of the two was more and more demonstrated.

Suddenly, the white and red figures froze suddenly, and after the last fight, the two of them suddenly retreated and separated from each other.

Shen Yan stepped in the void, and it took three consecutive void steps to slow down his body.

Zamula fell to the ground, leaving deep scratches on the white frozen soil for more than ten meters before she came to a safe stop.

Wait until your body is stable.

Shen Yan flushed his cheeks, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, he stretched out his hand and sealed the acupoint, stabilizing the surging blood qi, and the surging true qi was endless, but the state was no longer what it was before, his face was slightly pale, and he was still strong in spirit.

Chamula was even more miserable than Shen Yan, the bones of her hands let out bursts of explosions, and within seconds, the bones displaced, the flesh and blood shattered, and the stirring True Spirit Qi shattered into a blood mist...... However, these blood mist did not dissipate immediately, but slowly re-condensed, and half a minute later, the blood mist crystallized into a pair of undamaged arms.

"Hey......" The tiger man grinned, looked at Shen Yan, whose breath was gradually declining, and said with a cruel smile: "Your body can't hold it anymore, and the blocking of the meridians can't suppress the surging blood qi, relying on that body full of holes, how long can you last?" ”

Shen Yan looked at each other coldly: "How many times can you be reborn?" Since ten minutes ago, you've actively respawned sixteen times, but the speed is getting slower and slower, and this time it's only taken tens of seconds to regenerate your arms......"

"Hahaha, yes! I can't hold it for too long, the loss of mental power is huge, I can't even summon a stand-in, both sides are the same, I'm about to run out of oil, see if your will is stronger, or mine! ”

The tiger man roared, and the sound wave spread, shaking countless ice crystals into debris and dust.

"Tiger Hunting!"

The tiger pounced, and the combat skills inherited to the tiger tribe roared in, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, tearing the snow-white smoke screen, piercing several cracks, and only taking Shen Yan's head.

"Descend the Dragon's Palm!"

Shen Yan was unwavering, and smoothly discharged a palm, and countless air currents poured into his palm wind, forming an obvious collapse, releasing a terrifying oppressive force endlessly, the so-called power of the dragon, overwhelming Qianjun.

The two moves collided violently and in an instant.

Roaring blood, bright red glare.

The fists and palms are intertwined, dull as the ringing of bells.

Between the confrontations, the two constantly changed their moves and moved in search of momentum.

Chamula's eyes were already red, relying on a glimmer of reason to barely maneuver around the offensive, but he did not restrain his strength at all, although he was already at the end of his crossbow, he was brave as if he was in his heyday.

Shen Yan is a camp step by step, step by step, not easy to retreat, not easy to step forward, Tai Chi with the second to the extreme, has long exceeded the level of the founder, the shot is like the wind and thunder, a blow will be hit.

"Tai Chi Cloud Hand."

As he was speaking, in the face of the tiger man who was rushing to kill again step by step, Shen Yan seemed to have endured to the limit, and the blow he had been accumulating for a long time was quietly pushed and struck. Countless cold wind ice crystals were swept into the palm wind, faintly dyeing the invisible palm white, as if it were a real thing, and slammed it at Chamula's face.

However, Zamula did not dodge at all, his eyes flowed with madness, and with a low roar, he raised his left hand and slammed into the cloud hand.

The cloud hand is not as simple as it seems, it is overlapping dozens of layers of palm power, layer by layer, powerful, dozens of different forces of palm power are condensed into one, the wheel is pure destructive power, Shen Yan did not dare to boast that he could easily take this blow.

Sure enough, Chamula's left arm was compressed and twisted in just a few seconds, and a complete arm bend showed more than a dozen different twisting methods, which was already irreversible.

But as her arm snapped, a scarlet-dyed electric light lit up, as if it had evolved by devouring her flesh and blood, and the thunder battle qi turned from blue and white to scarlet mad thunder, condensing into a strand in the blink of an eye, turning into a long hair that was almost substantial, and piercing the cloud hand from the inside.

"Hah! Give me death! ”

The red thunder spear approached, piercing Shen Yan's eyebrows.

I didn't expect Chamula to stimulate his own potential in such a tragic way, Shen Yan bit the tip of his tongue and calmed his mind, the right palm he had just swung out could not be withdrawn, and the shattered cloud hand was bound to feedback part of the strength, and in a hurry, neither the true qi nor the spiritual qi could be raised. The only thing he could use was his left hand, thinking of this, Shen Yan's eyes were solemn, and he spread out the five fingers of his left palm, each finger was like a cast of iron and stone, far enveloping Chamula's figure, and he shook it suddenly.

"Collapse Mountain Fist, Zhenshan Jin!"

Boom!

With the five fingers together, in the cold snow and white ground, there was a cracking sound, and the surface of the ground actually collapsed out of thin air and fell a full few meters, the ice and stone collapsed, pressing Chamula's figure to the ground, the power of Zhenshan is enough to create dozens of times the gravity field, it is definitely not a cage that she can escape from at this moment.

However, the tiger man was suppressed by the power of the mountain, and the moment his body fell, the scarlet thunder spear had already been projected.

Whew!

The slight sound of breaking the air is like the tip of a needle piercing the paper, slight and difficult to find, but so deadly.

At this moment, what capital does Shen Yan have to block this blow?

Of course he didn't, there was only one thing he could do - lose his pawn and keep the handsome.

Raising his right palm, he leaned forward and pulled out the technique of 'capturing the dragon and controlling the crane', and the invisible true qi wrapped in the palm of his hand was shattered in an instant, followed by skin, flesh, and bones, every inch was cracked and decomposed by the scarlet thunder light, and his right arm turned into charred carbon chips, but it was successfully guided to the arm, and it failed to penetrate the target's eyebrows, and could only abolish his entire right arm.

The pain of the strong man's wrist stimulated every pain nerve, and Shen Yan's always resolute expression also frowned slightly, but it was not because of the pain, but because he wanted to make the last killing move.

Her left arm was broken, and Chamula, who was also suppressed by Zhen Shanjin, was still reduced to a caged bird, and her spiritual power could not be completely regenerated again, so ...... As long as he smashed her to pieces at this moment, he would win the fight!

Tighten your fists and shake them back, and spit out luck.

Shen Yan put on the starting form of a thousand-handed Arhat fist, he had already lost an arm, and he couldn't hit a thousand blows in his current state, but as long as he could exert one-third of his power, it was enough to complete an instantaneous kill.

In an instant, at the moment before he was about to unleash his lore kill, a strange sound sounded in the cold wind within the area shrouded by Zhenshan Jin.

Sassy sass-cluck-

Shen Yan forcibly restrained his fist, but did not start, looked at the source of the sound, but saw that the tiger man who had not risen to the ground was actually under the gravity field, raising her head little by little, her bones were screaming, broken, and blood flowed wildly along the wound, but she still stood up, and when she raised her hand, a white bone mask appeared on her face.

It was a bone mask like a tiger, with a fierce face and golden vertical pupils...... The most important thing is that there is a circular hole in her chest, which is not big, but it is enough to expose the lungs and arteries, ordinary people are definitely dead, it is not like a wound, it does not bleed, it is not hideous, but it seems to be born with a part of the body, so weird.

Click...... The monster in the bone mask grinned slightly, and the mask cracked open the gap between its teeth with the movement of its jaw, spitting out a mouthful of hot white mist.

At that moment, Shen Yan's heart was shocked, and the spiritual omen in his heart strongly drove his instinct - to escape!

But how could he escape? In the blink of an eye, it took only a fraction of a second to shred this ridiculous idea.

The old-fashioned boxer took a step forward and took the initiative to detonate the long-accumulated fist, and the overwhelming fist shadow blasted down on the figure below.

[Thousand Hands Arhat Fist]!

It is no longer as terrifying as before, but at least three or four tenths of it remains, enough to easily wipe out the bloody Zamula.

Shen Yan deliberately did not control the location of the strike, but locked his fist within a radius of thirty meters, and under the indiscriminate attack, the target location was bombarded into a deep depression, the frozen earth cracked and shattered, the white mist was covered with white mist, and the ice crystals turned into dust and scattered.

By the time he retracted his fists and feet, all was silent again.

But...... It's too quiet.

The silence is eerie, quiet to the point of oppression.

After a long time, the ice fog dissipated.

In the middle of the battlefield, the dust fell, and in the pit, there was a person standing in the frosty earth, the range of one meter under her feet, unscathed, and the other ground collapsed several meters, only it maintained its original height, standing out like a crowd.

In the thick of ice and dust, it was motionless, out of place with the landscape.

Even though the cold wind was biting, it was not as hot as the lava-like scorching battle intent and wild killing intent coming from its body.

At this time, looking at the past, Zamula had already changed his appearance.

The cheeks are covered with a tiger-shaped mask, golden pupils, the whites of the eyes are dyed black, there is a huge black hole in the chest, the broken left arm has grown out and is intact, the arms are hanging down, the hair is waist-length, and the body size has also expanded by half to nearly four meters...... If it was only an orc before, it is a pure ...... without reason at this moment Beast!