Lin Hao quickly picked up his arms in the air, and the black mark in his right palm appeared strangely a meter away in front of him, and the smell of violent bloody killing oozed from the cold air and goose feathers in the entire grandstand just now!

The spectators in the stands, who were originally clamoring, all trembled and shrunk into a ball under the double shock of blood and ice!

The iceberg that fell in the roar began to melt before it could get close to the black mark, and then the ten-zhang tall iceberg gradually shrank under the mark with a radius of less than one meter, and then suddenly shattered into countless ice slags!

The black mark shattered the iceberg as if it was just sweeping away some obstructive minions, and in the face of the roaring ice dragon, it suddenly stretched and shrank in the air, violently emitting endless suction!

Lin Hao's right palm supported the black mark, Rao was so stiff and unable to move in the face of the cold of the ice dragon's penetrating bone marrow, he gritted his teeth and squeezed the little spiritual energy left in his body!

At this moment, he really wanted to swallow a pill of the Spirit Returning Pill! With just a little more aura, he was sure that the black mark he had turned into by his Blood Devouring Divine Power could completely devour the ice dragon in front of him. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But Yang Zhen didn't swallow the pill, how could he be soft!

This battle is a contest of strength and perseverance! His teeth grinded and rattled, and the aura in his body could obviously only support a few more breaths.

The terrifying suction of the mark had already sucked half of the ice dragon's body into it, and Lin Hao felt the ice through his body at this time, and the cold into his bones!

Yang Zhen was also trembling, the crack between his eyebrows that had been closed was constantly twisting! Obviously, this ice dragon was also his last blow, and he couldn't continue to support it for a long time!

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and Yang Zhen grinned even though his whole body was shaking violently: "Happy!"

Lin Hao was stimulated by this passionate battle intent, and he also laughed wildly: "Then it's more enjoyable!"

After that, he turned his left hand into a knife and cut the aura connected between his right hand and the imprint with one palm, and smashed it on the black imprint with a fist, ignoring the entanglement of the imprint and the ice dragon, and fell to the ground with all his strength to attack Yang Zhen who was not far away!

The black mark that had lost the support of spiritual power only expanded and contracted in the air for a few times before dissipating, and at this time, the ice dragon still had a small half of its tail that had not been devoured, and the half of the tail was like an eyed spirit body slapping towards the galloping Lin Hao!

The aura in Lin Hao's body was lacking, and the dragon's tail was coming in the blink of an eye, and he twisted the wolf's waist and turned his legs into a spear to stab at the dragon tail that was fluttering and fanned, leaving only a small section of the dragon's tail that was pierced by his hard flesh and smashed into the ground with a huge hole, but the parts below his waist were also instantly frozen into ice by the cold qi that could freeze the air!

Yang Zhen's eyes shrank sharply! I saw that Lin Hao's left fist, who was about to fall to the ground and couldn't move, slammed into the ground with a bang, and his whole body was ejected like an arrow by the 200,000 jin force of this punch, and his right fist no longer had any spiritual power, and only smashed it towards himself with an unyielding intention in his flesh.

"Hand-to-hand combat?" Yang Zhen laughed, his body trembled, and he also punched Lin Hao, who was shooting at a rapid burst!

There was no earth-shattering sound, and the two fists made a crisp sound of bone cracking in the air!

Lin Hao's lower body had already turned into ice cubes, and his punch gathered the strength of his whole body and smashed on top of Yang Zhen's fist. Yang Zhen's right fist was smashed in an instant, and after the two forces collided, both of them bounced several meters away and fell to the ground.

Both of them used all the strength they had left with this punch, and they fell to the ground without getting up for a moment.

"Refining the body..."Yang Zhen looked at the smashed and deformed right hand in disbelief, and said with a wry smile: "I have no strength, you won!"

Lin Hao lay on the ground panting, and in the last punch competition, he relied on the advantage of his physical body to slightly outperform, but he was out of strength at this time, and he was even more unconscious from the waist down.

He struggled to prop up his head with his chin, coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled at Yang Zhen: "You can still walk, I can't even move, it should be you who won!"

"Haha!" Yang Zhen barely got up, took two steps and knelt on the ground again, propped himself on the ground with his left left arm that could move freely, and his eyes shot a feverish light: "How about a draw!"

"I think it's okay!" Lin Hao was extremely uncomfortable at this time, his upper body was sore and stinging because of extreme overdraft, but his lower body was unconscious, and he pulled the curvature of the corner of his mouth.

The coercion that shocked the surrounding stands had quietly dissipated after the two of them were exhausted, and the surrounding spectators had come to their senses at this time, and they scolded one after another when they saw the condition of the two!

"Grass, your mother's Lao Tzu spent spirit stones to watch you kill, what kind of bullshit is to give Lao Tzu a draw!"

"Yang Zhen, you three-eyed old dog, why don't you hurry up and kill that bloody pup!"

This earth-shattering scolding made Lin Hao angry, although his aura had been exhausted, the killing intent in his body had not weakened, he raised his head and roared: "Shut up Lao Tzu!"

"What if Lao Tzu can't move? Grass, your mother only dares to shout on it, and you can shout in front of Lao Tzu!"

"Get down!"

This roar brought a substantial killing intent to make the whole venue quiet again, Lin Hao snorted disdainfully and continued to roar: "If you don't dare to come down, you-Lao Tzu and close your beak!"

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Yang Zhen looked at Lin Hao dumbfounded, and said with a smile on his cold face: "Good scolding!"

He slowly moved his trembling body to Lin Hao's side, put his left hand on his waist, slowly sucked away the cold qi that penetrated into Lin Hao's body, and then stretched out his hand to Lin Hao and smiled: "My name is Yang Zhen." ”

"Blood. After Lin Hao finished speaking, he thought about it and said, "You can call me Lin Hao." ”

"Lin Hao?" Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and then he laughed knowingly: "Okay!

"Let's get out of the arena first!haha!"

Yang Zhen's actions made Lin Hao feel inexplicable, he could gradually feel the induction of his lower body at this time, and the two helped each other into the backstage.

Everyone I met along the way avoided Lin Hao and the others, one of them seemed to be bathing in a sea of blood and the other was like an eternal ice river, and the air they passed by was mixed with the smell of cold and blood.

Blood and ice!

Lin Hao and Yang Zhen!

The two didn't say much all the way, first walked into the Houwu Hall, and a few people sitting inside trembled against the wall and ran out of the hall, Lin Hao casually took out a bag of pills and threw it to Yang Zhen and said, "Taking the Jade Muscle Pill first is very good for the injury of your right arm." ”

Yang Zhen was stunned, he had always been as cold and arrogant as a lone eagle, but at this time, he had a feeling of hating Lin Hao, and he was not pretentious and directly took out a few Jade Muscle Pills and took them.

Lin Hao praised Yang Zhen's free and easy appearance in his heart, he was mainly overdrawn by the spiritual energy in his body, so he took out a few pills of Huiling Pill and stuffed them into his mouth, and meditated cross-legged.

The two of them sat in the waiting hall for nearly a day, during which none of the remaining people dared to go in and disturb them, so they could only wait outside the hall for their appearance.

Lin Hao's external injuries were not serious, and he took the lead in getting up and moving. Yang Zhen opened his eyes and said with a smile: "The injury on my hand is not something that can be healed in a while, if there is nothing else, how about going to the Soul Cultivation Pavilion for a gathering?"

"It's up to you. Lin Hao was comfortable in this fight, and Yang Zhen's personality made him feel no sense of rejection, and he smiled when he heard the words.