The ground was covered with frost, and the clouds flickered like ghosts in the blue ice picks that suddenly rose on the ground.

Sang San's gaze moved with Yunchen, and a slight smile of disdain gradually appeared on his lips.

"Breaking the Sky Ice Feather!"

Sang San let out a low snort, his hands changed into magic seals, and a pair of ice blue wings more than ten zhang long spread out behind his back. As the wings fluttered, countless ice feathers were scattered towards Yunchen like steel knives.

Yunchen changed three directions in a row, and those ice feathers still hung behind him as if they had long eyes. He had to turn around again and sweep in Sango's direction.

"Childish!, do you want to divert the water to the east and attack me with the attack I have hit? What a joke!" Sang San looked at Yun Chen who was rushing towards him, shook his head, and spread his wings again, and a large pile of ice feathers was scattered towards Yun Chen.

"Sang San, I have a trick that I have never performed since I comprehended it, now please see it!" Being struck by the ice feather before and after, Yun Chen stopped his figure, and the yin and yang diagram that had been hanging behind his head began to expand, and at the same time, his left hand became a fist and his right hand became a palm.

The fists touched, yin and yang, life and death, the extreme power was perfectly fused, and a half-black and half-white sphere melted out of his fist.

Black and white spheres, intertwined with the two colors, form a pure gray sphere of light.

"Yin and yang are not divided, life and death are not judged, chaos realm!"

Yunchen's fist palm was sent upward, and the gray ball of light flew upward, merging into the expanding yin-yang diagram.

The mutation suddenly appeared, and after the yin and yang diagram merged into the gray ball of light, there was a loud bang, and the incomparable impact swept out in all directions.

The blue world of frost began to crack and shatter, and the ground shook violently, revealing unfathomable ravines.

Even with the cultivation of the middle level of the Sang San Ancient Soul, at this time, he had to wave those ice blue wings to protect the front, counteracting the sudden terrifying impact.

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