The extreme reaction is almost driven by the instinct to survive.

Even so, Ding Lingxiu's clothes had been cut by the cold sword qi, and the whole person was frozen instantly.

Although Nangong Aotian did not succeed in this blow, Ding Lingxiu had no possibility of reversing the fighter.

In order to avoid Nangong Aotian's attack, Ding Lingxiu decisively gave up his weapon and quickly crouched downward, barely avoiding the fatal blow, but at the same time, his body was inevitably frozen by this cold qi and could not break free.

Nangong Aotian spat at the frozen Ding Lingxiu, and smiled disdainfully:

"Hahahaha, the scum is just a mouthful, how's that? Haven't you been frozen into an ice sculpture yet? ”

"Do you think that my clothes are just plain and unreasonable, the layer of fur in the master's clothes is Zhu Yan's hair, how can a mere knife chop the master."

Nangong Aotian stepped on Ding Lingxiu's ice cube and continued coldly:

"Hmph, I said it a long time ago, I want to defeat you, unscathed!"

Ding Lingxiu glared at Nangong Aotian angrily, but he couldn't do anything. In the bloodline, all the spiritual power is dormant because of this extremely cold demonic aura, Ding Lingxiu's body has lost the sense of perceiving the cold, only he feels that his body is stiff and unable to obey the command of the brain, and even the speed of visual signals transmitted by his eyes is a little delayed, in the dark, Nangong Aotian stands in front of him like a phantom, but Ding Lingxiu can't make any response at all, only feels that his consciousness is gradually blurred, and the heavy sleepiness is becoming more and more intense.

"Mandala, tie him up!" Nangong Aotian kicked Ding Lingxiu away.

The mandala crossed his hands in front of his chest, countless vines poured out to the ground, and the green vines that broke through the ground frantically pounced on Ding Lingxiu, and the ice cubes on Ding Lingxiu's body were firmly bound, and the sharp thorns were fiercely embedded in the ice.

Although the vines on Rinpoche's body were broken free by Ding Lingxiu, the rest of the vines recovered very quickly, and almost at the same time that Ding Lingxiu was freed from the shackles, the vines that had been wrapped around Ding Lingxiu immediately wrapped around Rinpoche's body.

Trapped by vines, Rinpoche was like a big rice dumpling, and even his mouth was firmly sealed by these wriggling greenery.

The mandala pulled Ding Lingxiu and Rinpoche to his side and tied them side by side with Xia Xianyao.

"Hehe, it's a pity that this demon weapon is used by such an inaccessible scum, a good horse with a good saddle, he is right." Nangong Aotian smiled evilly and walked towards the glittering Blue Dragon Glaive Knife on the ice.

The scorching glow of the Qinglong Glaive gradually weakened, and the surrounding vortex airflow also withdrew into the knife, and the Qinglong Glaive Knife had faintly turned into a phantom shrouded in the military dagger, and this phantom shadow also began to slowly converge, and the blade continued to tremble and flicker, as if it was full of unwillingness to the outcome of the battle, but it was helpless.

"You can only exert your greatest power in my hands, that scum is too tyrannical."

As he spoke, Nangong Aotian reached out to pick up the military dagger on the ground.

Just when Nangong Aotian's fingers were about to touch the military dagger, he saw several red rays burst out, and the demonic energy on the military dagger disappeared without a trace of residue.

And this disappeared demonic qi rose to the sky, turned into a whistling red man, and merged into the deep pit not far away.

That pit was the pit where the mandala had sensed the terrifying power before.

"Oops!" The mandala shouted, and his face turned dark green.

"Huh?" Nangong Aotian just felt weird, and before he could return to his senses, he suddenly felt that the earth began to tremble terribly, and the surrounding Qiqi also seemed to become a little stagnant due to the shock of some kind of power.

Nangong Aotian felt that it was very difficult for him to even breathe, as if the oxygen in the air was completely occupied by some kind of force, or because this force was too consumed, it occupied the air that should belong to everyone else.

Obviously, it was the crimson demonic aura that roared out of the military dagger that resonated with something in the pit.

And the result of this resonance was something that Nangong Aotian never expected, and it was also a result that all the people in the Black Sand Sky Thunder Array did not expect.

I felt that an extremely exaggerated and majestic demonic aura was surging from the ground, this demonic aura was not appropriate to describe as gushing out, but more like tearing out of the ground, this terrible power underground, perhaps already occupied too much space, if not given more space, it was obviously impossible to accommodate this terrible ferocity.

It was this extremely ferocious thing that occupied all the space, causing the unwanted demonic qi around this demon to escape, and it actually formed a terrifying aura that was close to destroying the heavens and the earth, and it was vast between the heavens and the earth that swirled throughout the basin.

Dark clouds rolling, ink waves are surging.

The thunder in the sky was rolling and roaring, and the thunderclouds that had subsided a little in the sky were surging wildly again, and several irregular thunderbolts fell violently, and for a time they were thunderous, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the terrible explosion was like a god holding a giant axe to split the earth in half, but this smash came out of the torrential rain that fell from the clouds.

The rain became heavier and heavier, like thousands of broken pearls falling from the sky, and the momentum was amazing.

The electricity is like a fire dragon, and the thunderbolt shakes the sky.

Nangong Aotian was shocked to find that his vision had been blocked by this extremely heavy rain, and even the black clouds above the Black Sand Sky Thunder Array seemed to have thinned out due to too much rain. Nangong Aotian couldn't see anything clearly, and the earth was shrouded in a layer of mist, as if a gray rain curtain had been drawn.

It was in the deep pit blocked by the rain curtain that the rumbling whistling sound exploded from the ground.

This loud dragon roar moved up for nine days and shook nine shades down!

The dragon's chant is like a storm crashing on the shore, like thunder breaking into the sky, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

However, in this dragon chant, there is endless anger hidden in it.

Nangong Aotian held his sword in both hands, vigilantly scanning the surrounding rain curtain, although he was still making defensive moves, but he knew very well in his heart that this terrifying power was not something he could compete with at all, let alone him, even if the other people present were in full state and struck together, they could not match this force at all.

"Whew-"

Another terrifying dragon roar, and the red light burst through the rain curtain and burst out from the ground.

"Nangong ...... Come on! Run......" shouted Mandala, but the sound was quickly drowned out in the torrential rain.

It's so strong...... It's really too strong......

Nangong Aotian felt that his thinking had been frozen, even if he was so arrogant, he really felt the sense of powerlessness when the gap in strength was extremely large, but even so, he still wanted to make an extremely crazy move.

Say whatever you want, even if you fail!

Isn't this the power I've always dreamed of?

Nangong Aotian's originally stunned face became more and more excited, and finally became almost hideous, and the Meng Ji Demon Knife in his hand was also clutched.

At this moment, he probably wouldn't have thought of it himself.

In the face of such a terrible and powerful enemy, his choice turned out to be a desperate battle!

Nangong Aotian took a step towards the side like lightning, the tiger's body turned sharply, and he swung a knife in front of him.

Nangong Aotian's blow infused with the strength of his whole body was like a touch of cold electricity flashing in the rain curtain, like a sword condensed by thousands of years of cold ice, splitting thousands of waves like a boat going straight upstream, shooting directly at the crimson demonic qi that gushed out wildly.

This crimson demonic aura was so dazzling that it was close to crimson gold.

Nangong Aotian's knife is simply a Jedi counterattack regardless of life and death, Nangong Aotian himself knows very well that if he wants to escape, he still has a chance to live, if he bets on this knife, he will definitely die.

But his choice is that this is certain death! R1058