In the dust raised in the sky, Mu Yuchen, whose clothes fluttered, was quietly suspended in mid-air, the streamer in his eyes rotated, looking down at the hollow under his feet, the faint blue color that had not completely dissipated, from the analysis of his dark red robe and dark gold armor, it was like a light source to light up this piece, and the chaotic color world full of earthy smell, the dots of ink were melting and disappearing.

A few seconds ago, Xia Xuefeng Thunder decisively divided the cloud-like ink-colored knife qi that 'Jiaomo was like a cloud' into two separate parts. The front, which occupied about sixty percent of the total, turned into sword light and a spinning black cyclone, which resisted the rampaging azure dragon-shaped energy, while the rest of the latter turned into a fishing net and twisted Mu Yuchen into it.

The body has the blue-level Futu Yijin Sutra, as well as the eleventh level of the entrance golden bell jar, this Dharma two great divine skills protect the body, the external source of the manifestation of the holy remains cloth robe, and the Aries dark gold holy clothes protect the body, Mu Yuchen is just a little lucky, and the external strength and robe and armor are combined with each other to form a defensive ability, and the strangulation of the ink-colored fishing net is dissolved into invisible.

The air flow that swirled around Mu Yuchen's suspended body cut off the dust from all sides, and in his eyes with ice blue as the bottom glazed wheel, the triple circle of light rotating around the pupils was calm in the gloomy environment, staring at a corner of the edge of the more than ten zhang deep pit torn by the explosion below, where a dark cold light was very shaky.

"Ahem, ahem!!" The spiritual lock under the traction of the qi machine made Xia Xuefeng Thunder, who was also shrouded in flying dust, but far less relaxed than Mu Yuchen, squeezed out a few dull coughs from his throat, containing a certain fishy sweet smell, and quickly melted into the dry dust, and in an instant, a certain sense of relief emerged from him. Then it vanished in a hallucinatory instant.

Compared with Mu Yuchen, who was able to improve his qi and protect himself, Xia Xuefeng Lei, who lost the opportunity and fell into passivity, although he acted decisively and was determined. But when he was still facing the strongest of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending pushed by the Yi Jin Sutra, due to the lack of space to dodge and the preparation of defense, he suffered slight internal injuries in the aftermath of the palm strength.

Facing Mu Yuchen, who took the initiative to attack. The proud Xia Xuefeng Thunder was in the way of face, and actually wanted to forcibly suppress the mouthful of reverse blood that was about to be eliminated in his chest and abdomen under the drive of instinct. For this practice of dying to save face and suffer sin. Normally, Mu Yuchen would definitely raise his hands and feet in agreement, but now considering the purpose of his original action, he decisively stepped in with one foot.

Locked in the aftermath of the palm with the qi machine, it retreated to the small earthquake caused by the explosion, and the summer snow wind and thunder that tore out the edge of the big crater, and then made a gesture of imminent attack with the great method of changing the sky and the earth. interfered with its actions a little, so in the state of Xia Xuefeng Thunder's carelessness, the suppressed self-defense instinct of his body was naturally released.

The summer snow wind thunder that spit out most of the blood in the chest and abdomen, and the injuries that were not too serious were suddenly light. However, he was tricked by Mu Yuchen. But I feel a sense of shame that I have been played with by my opponent and can't control my own actions. Xia Xuefeng Thunder, who felt that his dignity was being provoked, the flame in his heart swelled like a surge, and he needed to use action to wash away all this.

The incomparably deep but faint breath of the summer snow wind and thunder, like a wall of invisible momentum from his body, pushed the dust flying around him out. The one-arm holding the heavy long knife swayed and pointed at Mu Yuchen, who was looking down at Mu Yuchen from the top of the body, with a faint edge that was not revealed, silently brewing in the blade.

"Cut! Do you think the battle is still in your hands? A cultivator with ignorance and pride! For what I needed! Just push a little harder! Sensing the mutual traction of the qi in the spirit of the two, Mu Yuchen, who vaguely revealed the sharp aura of a dignified cold light, and a faint sarcastic smile rose on his face, said coldly to the unaware opponent in his heart.

A wisp of clarity that was concise and contained infinite meanings quietly blended into the bright blue jaw exposed under Mu Yuchen's helmet. Suddenly, Mu Yuchen's temperament was released, and from the indifferent quiet, he fell into the cold breath that seemed to be condensed inch by inch by thousands of years.

The dust that was isolated from the cyclone was the first to experience the subtlety of this subtle change in temperament. The coldness that overflowed from Mu Yuchen's body was a constantly rotating invisible cyclone, blending into a faint white mist, and then the particles that were mixed with dust condensed fell towards the dim pit below Mu Yuchen.

Mu Yuchen, who stepped on the gossip body like a cold wind, was instantly startled by a compelling roar, as fast as a fairy, spanning a distance of nearly ten zhang or so, and the teleportation version appeared next to Xia Xuefeng Thunder. Immediately after, a roar that tore through the air roared out from Mu Yuchen's fist, and in an instant, the shining fist and sword played a new movement.

The fists that fell like a hail disaster were as dense as rain and completely drowned the summer snow wind and thunder in an endless offensive. An aura like a manic beast, on the pair of fists wrapped in blue crystals, an endless roar was drawn like an oath, and at this moment, reason seemed to have completely disappeared from Mu Yuchen's body.

In the face of Mu Yuchen's rapid and powerful attack like a mad dragon, Xia Xuefeng Thunder in a state of momentum could only turn attack into defense, and the ink-colored light and shadow gathered on the long knife in his hand were flexibly stretched to the point that it was similar to the size of a tower shield common in Western wars, and was in front of Mu Yuchen's crystal blue condensed fists.

"Bang Bang!! ......" The sound of the collision between the fist and the sword fully illustrates how hard Mu Yuchen's fist is. The light and shadow of ice blue and ink were constantly extinguished, and the ice blue white mist scattered out like a flew, and in an instant, countless condensed dust fell, clearing up a lot of messy space.

Even the one-armed Xia Xue Fenglei never thought that one day, he would fall into passivity like now. The endless ice blue surging in front of him, the move was condensed without a little illusion at all, releasing the incomparably heavy power of Wan Jun, and one move after another fell into his hand, holding the backbone of the heavy long knife.

At the same time, the pure polar cold breath contained in the fist strength was also constantly eroded and corroded. The inky sword light surging in Xia Xuefeng Lei's hand, and the single arm that kept clutching the handle of the knife was running the meridians of true qi and mana. Carry out permeability interference and influence.

The summer snow wind and thunder that were far inferior to Mu Yuchen's physical strength, and he felt extremely humiliated and retreated step by step, penetrating the polar cold breath that affected his one-arm, and constantly deepening the impact on his muscles, blood vessels, nerves, and meridians. The apparent sluggishness is getting worse with the passing of time.

The ice blue crystals were slowly frozen inch by inch, and Xia Xue Fenglei held the magic weapon long knife with a strange form of dense runes in his hand. The current situation of his arm gradually stiffening and sluggish made his support for the magic weapon Yuan Ling continue to weaken, and although the mana possessed by the magic weapon itself can continue to support it for a period of time, the tilt of the balance of victory can already be predicted.

If it is calculated in the form of one punch and one move, between Mu Yuchen and Xia Xuefeng Thunder, the short appointment of ten moves has long passed. However, the two of them calculated the moves. It seems that they are all calculated in terms of a systematic attack or defense. What's more, Mu Yuchen's goal has not yet been achieved, and Xia Xuefeng Lei's lost face has not yet been recovered.

From the analysis and classification of the data currently available, in Mu Yuchen's eyes, they are similar to Xia Xuefeng Lei and Yan Chixia, which are completely different from those in various Xianxia novels, and they are divided by the state of attack type and method. It seems that it should be classified as a medium and long-distance profession, although the melee ability of the two is equally good and even exciting, but it is far inferior to the martial arts.

Mu Yuchen, who was as active as life in the meridians and acupoints all over his body, and who could still clearly sense the external strength, seemed to be a god who dominated the winter, and sprinkled endless polar cold along the way. The ice blue trajectory was behind Mu Yuchen, and it stretched out nearly ten zhang away, and the overflowing qi that did not disperse was a little bit, floating like frost, snow and ice mist and clinging to the ground.

Mu Yuchen's fist momentum, which seemed to be an endless ice river, could be described as endless under the support of the Yi Jin Sutra, and there was no sign of exhaustion at all in the madness, but there was a taste of getting stronger and more crazy the more he used it. Yan Chixia, who had taken about five steps back, was completely shrouded in the iceberg of Mu Yuchen's slow fists, and defeat seemed to have become a matter of course.

However, Mu Yuchen himself was not so optimistic, for cultivators like cultivators who could only glimpse their bits and pieces in legends, no matter how cautious they were, it was necessary. Before you thoroughly figure out the hole cards that the opponent has, you will never know what the opponent's next move will be, Zhao Xin, who was almost planted under Xia Bing's formation magic weapon, is the most intuitive example in front of Mu Yuchen.

And whether it was Mu Yuchen's perception or intuition, although Xia Xuefeng and Thunder were indeed constantly retreating, and the magic weapons, arms, legs, and torso were all affected by the polar cold, the opponent's quiet face and eyes invisibly told that everything had just begun.

"One step! Two steps! …… Ten steps! ……！ Twenty steps! Under the double pressure of brute force and cold breath, the retreating Xia Xuefeng Lei silently counted, the blue and black in front of him continued to flicker in the pupils, and the boundaries of the huge pit behind him were clearly visible, he kept calculating the remaining roundabout distance, and the silent silence in his pupils instantly turned into tyranny. Can't wait any longer! Now is the time! ”

The roaring flame-like aura was burning, and as the body of the summer snow wind and thunder continued, the retreat action suddenly came to a halt, and erupted like a volcanic eruption. The scorching red flame energy in the jump wrapped him from the inside out, and then the boiling knife qi on the ink-colored long knife seemed to impact as if it had died together, and it had already condensed the ice blue of the entire blade, and the next moment the magic weapon long knife turned into a torch-like shape.

Using the transformation of the five elements to restrain each other, the mana accumulated in the meridian dantian was turned into a summer snow wind thunder in the form of an incomparable flame, and the instant change was similar to that of the Western legends, which was purely composed of flames.

Now Mu Yuchen is wearing a summer snow wind and thunder in front of him, the upper body is wearing an inner armor similar to a vest, with a dazzling black and silver light in the firelight, and his lower body is wearing a pair of light gray cropped pants made of some kind of animal scales or scale armor.

And what made Mu Yuchen pay the most attention and even vigilance was a leather bag full of cone-shaped artifacts hanging on the unknown belt around Xia Xuefeng Lei's waist. and the same Qiankun bag as Yan Chixia next to the rucksack.

The upper part of the former, which was exposed outside the skin, was carved into the shape of a flower in surprise, while countless tiny ones were in the firelight. The subtle tadpole runes that shone with a strange light strongly proved that this thing was a magic weapon, and it obviously possessed the fact that it was a lethal magic weapon.

As for the latter! The ghost knows what kind of big killing weapons will be in the Dao! You must know that Mu Yuchen himself is one, and he likes to use space props to carry many large-yield nuclear weapons. Provide yourself with some ordinary examples of security in danger and death! What the? It's strange to carry an atomic bomb with you! Come on! This is an infinite world where gods and ghosts are rampant!

The summer snow wind and thunder that burned all over his body were by no means ordinary flames, and in just a few breaths like a cow. It wiped out all the cold breath that had seeped into his body. At the same time, the strength of the flame form also significantly enhanced the explosive power of Xia Xuefeng Thunder, and he, wielding a long knife that turned into a blazing torch, actually swelled up significantly in his arm strength.

"I'll go! Even if you take drugs, you don't have to be so violent! Mu Yuchen, who was somewhat surprised, immediately found that his imagination still seemed to be a little dull. In the continued confrontation with Xia Xuefeng Thunder, he was surprised to find the explosive power of the other party. actually continued to improve over time, and suddenly I was a little dumbfounded. "Xia Xue Wind Thunder should be adapting, the slight difference after the conversion of the True Qi Attribute!"

After several consecutive moves, the retreat range became smaller and smaller, and Xia Xuefeng Thunder finally reached Mu Yuchen in terms of arm strength. At present, the degree of force exerted is equal. Staring at Xia Xue Fenglei's fist speed, and the giant long knife that was transformed into the size of a door panel with true qi mana, a secret smile suddenly flashed away at the corner of Mu Yuchen's mouth as if it were an illusion.

Immediately after that, Mu Yuchen, who still occupied the absolute initiative and had a certain advantage, made a decisive leap back, completely closing the frost-scarred fist of the sixth type of the Heavenly Frost Fist. Xia Xuefeng Thunder, who took advantage of the situation and wanted to regain the initiative, suddenly realized that among the many acupuncture points at the bottom of his feet, there were waves of polar cold breath silently.

Sensing the numbness and stiffness below the ankles, the summer snow wind and thunder that suddenly blocked the movement of the body, looking at the frost that instantly condensed on the bare feet, only then did he realize that I don't know when the road began, a layer of ice blue that was silently silent close to the ground had already covered the surrounding dozens of feet while submerging below his ankles.

"Snow Frost!" Mu Yuchen, who was waiting for this moment in advance, made the frost-scarred fist flawless, and instantly changed into the most condensed and strongest momentum in the Tianshuang fist, and then his feet seemed to ignore the friction, and the agility inexplicably turned towards the Xia Xue wind and thunder that was hindered in action, and suddenly the incomparable cold breath flew out.

Xia Xuefeng Thunder, who carelessly fell into the trap, faced with just the right blow, even if the body's reaction speed and explosive power were greatly strengthened due to the strength of the flames, there was still no room for evasion. Xia Xuefeng Lei, who made a judgment in an instant, made a decisive move, and swept towards the fist that had already condensed like a pillar with an attack.

The biggest difference between magic weapons and ordinary weapons, in addition to being able to be in harmony with the owner's mind, is that it can adjust its size and form with the magic weapon, and at the same time, it will not affect the weight of the magic weapon itself at all. Although compared to the legendary things that can be arbitrary, the legendary things that change weight and volume are like scum, but compared to ordinary cold weapons, they are extremely magical.

Even though the blade of the knife has changed to the size of the door panel, Xia Xuefeng Lei's swinging action is still stable, precise and fast. The flames rolling like magma in the restraint, and the cold like thousands of years of ice in the condensation, quietly returned to nothingness in the fusion of ice and fire, and the next second the knife and fist collided again.

'Boom!! ’

The earth-shattering roar and thunder clearly lingered in my ears, and the reaction force and shock wave generated by the collision and explosion even formed clear ripples in the air. The two people, who were obviously close to the center of the impact, were facing each other smoothly as usual as if they had not been affected at all.

The unexpected balance of power in front of him made Xia Xue wind and thunder, and an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart, as if he had fallen into a trap again, but he who could never retreat from the south, instantly erased this distracting thought from his heart. The true qi boiling like flames in the meridian acupoints was endlessly injected by Xia Xuefeng Thunder, and in the thick long knife he was holding in his hand, his only thought at this time was to 'win'.

"That's it! Now is the time! Mu Yuchen, who had a cold expression and a full of passion, also transferred the true qi of Yi Jin to the peak of the blue-level floating slaughter to the realm of the extreme, feeling the call of the tide in his body, and he was also indomitable in front of him, in the tug of life and death between the scorching fiery red and the cold ice blue. It's only one centimeter from the bottom of it. (To be continued.) )