"This force is indeed arrogant and domineering, and in the cold chill, there seems to be a bit of bright breath." Lin Zihan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen a flawless ice cube meet the bright sunlight, refracting a white cold light.

Through the gap in the bone wings, Lin Zihan could see that on the back of the rising ice spikes, there was an older man standing, looking like he was in his forties, with a stubble on his face, which was a little more cold and ruthless than Sang Mo's youthful vigor.

"Sure enough, the old people are more vicious." Lin Zihan put his hands against the wing bones of the bone wing, and his palm was pierced by that force, and a burst of pain spread throughout his arm, and a thin red line spread to Lin Zihan's forearm with the palm.

"In the next Han Ying, I asked!" The middle-aged man signed up for his own number, as if he was in the middle of the rivers and lakes, took half a step back with his left foot, jumped hard, stepped the ice spikes with both feet, and ran towards Lin Zihan as if flying.

"Fu Di, why is the Shenghui Organization stunned, and I have read too many martial arts novels?" Even Tao Xue, who has always treated people with humility, couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but complain to Fu Tu that the appearance of this self-registration number is a little similar to the beginning.

"Han Ying?" Lin Zihan felt that the giant thorns on the bone wings were no longer growing, and the power that wanted to break through the sky suddenly disappeared, and the secret words in his heart were not good, the bone wings opened, and his right foot was on the ice spikes, and he turned over and retreated, retreating rapidly, dodging the ice spikes like arrows from the string.

It was precisely this rapid movement that Lin Zihan's toes had just left the ice spikes, and the ice spikes dozens of meters high seemed to have been bombarded by a huge force, and clear cracks spread throughout the ice thorns with the diffusion of Lin Zihan's toes.

With a loud sound of "bang~", an ice spike that was fifty meters high instantly collapsed, and countless fragments were wrapped in pieces of blade-like flakes, sweeping in all directions.

The bone wings unfolded, Lin Zihan, who retreated backwards, waved his wings hard, and the whole person quickly retreated backwards, and a hurricane from the wings also caught up, and the hurricane and the ice blades met, making a crisp cracking sound, and a crackling sound, like a symphony.

"Blood Technique~Silence~" Lin Zihan clasped his hands together, and his figure, which was originally flying backwards in the air, stopped in place with a slight swing, and on the bone wings behind him, red silk threads swayed gently with the wind, gathering together like the red silk on Lin Zihan's clothes.

"Go~" Lin Zihan gently picked up a silk thread with his left hand, and gently rolled the silk thread with his thumb and index finger, as if he was crushing a red needle, and shook it vigorously with his left hand, and the thin thread that originally seemed to be soft, like a steel needle, stabbed directly at the flying ice blade.

Countless thin lines flew out behind him, and one by one red lines bypassed Lin Zihan's body, flying towards the hurricane and ice blade, and at this time, Lin Zihan's eyes flashed with a faint red light, and the thin lines were pressed against the ice chips, and a powerful impact made the ice chips stop directly in place.

For a moment, the red and white in the sky confronted each other, and an obvious dividing line appeared between the red line and the ice blade, the thin line behind Lin Zihan was still fluttering lightly, but the red line that shot into the ice flakes was extremely hard, and it directly pierced through the ice blade of more than ten centimeters.

"Boom~" With a blood light behind Lin Zihan, as the red line spread to the end of the line, a powerful force broke out instantly, and countless ice blades exploded at this moment, turning into fine ice crystals, as if it were an avalanche for a while.

In the white vastness, Lin Zihan saw that a black dot was approaching rapidly, and he secretly said that it was not good in his heart, and his bone wings lightly fanned and began to retreat rapidly.

"What a tough opponent." Lin Zihan thought that Han Ying chose to avoid the edge for the time being, but he didn't expect that Han Ying didn't play his cards according to common sense, and he rushed up against his own blood technique, and his momentum did not decrease at all, and he charged along the ice spike for half a point just now.

Lin Zihan, who dodged the punch, gently rotated his left hand from his waist, and a palm slapped directly and landed on Han Ying's left shoulder, with the rotation of the palm, Lin Zihan's arm was forced, and a strong force burst out from Lin Zihan's palm.

"Boom~" The sound was like thunder, Lin Zihan's palm just now erupted like a bell, the whole person's arm was about to be dislocated, his left shoulder shook back violently, and he stumbled backwards.

Han Ying, who received Lin Zihan's palm, was not so comfortable, even if he relied on the cold air in his body to offset part of Lin Zihan's palm strength, Han Ying was slapped by Lin Zihan after all, and under the heavy setback, he also thought about the dense fog formed by ice crystals behind him.

There were bursts of blood shadows on his left palm, Lin Zihan just glanced at his left palm, looking at the blood color of the palm like a wound, the cold qi around Han Ying's body just now was directly forced into Lin Zihan's palm with Lin Zihan's palm.

"I was careless, I didn't even notice that the cold air around him had turned into thorn armor." Lin Zihan said in a low voice, since he joined the army in the Southern Regions, Lin Zihan has rarely encountered such a person as a killer, and he has gradually forgotten the means to do everything as a killer.

"Extremely cold~"

Lin Zihan, who was steady, suddenly grew a thin layer of ice under his feet, supporting Lin Zihan's body, and bursts of chill began to spread with the pancakes under Lin Zihan's feet.

"Integrating spirit and control into the extreme cold, integrating deterrence and offense and defense, it seems that his comprehension in the field is not inferior to mine." Gui Zen felt a burst of cold spread throughout his body, and that kind of cold was not only the cold of the outside world, but also because of the spiritual cold, Lin Zihan's realm would actually affect Gui Chan, the lord of the dignified realm.

"I didn't teach these things, I only taught him the art of killing people and saving his life, I didn't think about it so much at that time, I just wanted him to take revenge and have the strength to gain a foothold in Longcheng." When Fu Tu said so, he noticed the way Gui Chan looked at him, and then explained.

"It seems that their targets are Lin Zihan, don't we really have to make a move?" Tao Xue saw that the mist had dissipated, and more than a dozen figures on the ground flew into the air, like lightning bolts, rushing towards Lin Zihan.

At this time, Tao Xue was worried and nervous, you must know that Shenghui could be equal to Shadow at the beginning, and no one on either side of the battle got half a benefit, if it was really the winning side, it might be Shenghui, because after that battle, Shadow fell apart and entered the hidden world, while Shenghui was quietly accumulating strength.

"Shot? Why do you want to make a move? Are you belittling the dragons to whom we will be loyal in the future? Fu Di slowly looked up at the sky, Lin Zihan had already turned into a small black dot at this time, but Fu Di could feel the high fighting spirit coming from the sky.

"Maybe we old guys won't see that day." Tao Xue's expression was solemn, far more nervous than just now, her face was more ugly, and even the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Boom~"

"Knock~"

"Bell~"

Tao Xue was about to put down his heart, with a loud bang in the sky, he mentioned his throat again, pinched his palms with his four fingers and rubbed them gently, obviously cold to the temperature of shivering, Tao Xue's palms have indeed been sweating.

There were loud noises, and the thick ice fog above the sky also dispersed with a loud noise, and the ripples spread out in circles, like stones thrown into the water, and the ripples spread and blended, and the ice fog gradually faded a lot.

Tao Xue looked at the air with a solemn expression, and could vaguely see the duel of several figures, the killer team led by Han Ying and Lin Zihan fighting alone.

Although Fu Tu said that he didn't care, he also looked at the duel in mid-air worriedly, his hands were also a little restless, and the soles of his feet were gently forced, as if he was going to rush forward at any time.

In mid-air, Lin Zihan rolled backwards a few times, his bone wings tightly protected his body, and the ice under his feet also moved, the soles of his feet sparked on the ice, and the wings behind him slowly expanded, which barely stopped his body.

Holding his right shoulder with his left hand and holding the ice under his feet with his right hand, Lin Zihan looked deflated, facing the siege of more than a dozen people, Lin Zihan was already very satisfied.

These opponents in front of him, if they really want to be divided according to the level of the enhancer, should be the peak of the king level, the master of the half-step darkfall level, but Lin Zihan can feel that their fighting style is not a strengthener, and their strength is completely different from that of the strengthener.

This kind of strength and strong fighting style, just like a subspecies, is the power that comes from the depths of the moon bloodline, the innate power, the power that belongs completely to itself.

"I thought Ryuko was strong? That's it! Han Ying lifted his big knife again, the big knife that had just been fused with the ice thorn, and there were a few more cracks on the knife at this time.

"It's really not ashamed that more than a dozen people fight one and dare to say big things here." Not to be outdone, Lin Zihan stood up and said loudly, the melancholy on his face was swept away, full of confidence and desire to fight.

"Your breathing is messed up now, can you still make any waves?" Han Ying walked slowly towards Lin Zihan, as if there was an invisible floor under his feet, every step was so steady, followed by fourteen killers who walked with him, fifteen people formed a top killer team of Shenghui.

"You just fought with me, and you didn't feel that I as a master, or I as a dragon, made a rash decision." Lin Zihan smiled contemptuously, his eyes were full of contempt, the bone wings behind him fanned slightly, and a kingly spirit dispersed.

“！” At the moment when Lin Zihan's words fell, Han Ying's whole person was stunned, not only trembling in his eyes, but also some regrets, and only then did Han Ying remember that the information given to him by the Great Elder was thrown aside after just looking at it.

"I actually forgot, you also have a set of this world's top exoskeleton armor, which is also a unique armor!" Han Ying looked at Lin Zihan, his right hand gently turned his wrist, the big knife rotated gently, and the blade was aimed at Lin Zihan.

"Now that I think about it, it's not too late, it's just a warm-up!" Lin Zihan smiled contemptuously and disdainfully, his eyes were full of contempt, just now for Lin Zihan, it was indeed just a warm-up action, but with the assistance of bone wings, and a blood technique to resist Han Ying's attack.

Although Lin Zihan had promised Wu Kexin that he would never use the Blood Burning Technique again, Lin Zihan, as a dragon son, took away the spiritual core and origin power of the Blood Dragon King this time, and his strength was even higher, even if it was just the strength of the body, it could be comparable to a Darkfall-level enhancer.