In fact, as soon as he punched, Song Lin knew that the strength he played at this time was a little abnormal, partly because he didn't expect Ao Shuang to be able to predict his position, and partly because of the former's strength, which brought him deep pressure.

"Frost Punch!"

Song Lin shouted violently, in a vain attempt to increase his own momentum, his left hand was also raised suddenly, and then slammed on his right arm, like an ice crystal masonry, his right arm suddenly flashed with a heavy cold light, like a cannonball, and smashed towards Ao Shuang.

The trick he used this time was nothing else, but the fifth form in the Zhenshan Boxing Method of the Iceberg Snow Cave, and it was also the only one that could be reluctantly displayed with Song Lin's strength now, and ordinary disciples of the Iceberg Snow Cave needed to reach the realm of a low-level Heavenly Spirit Master before they could unleash it, which was enough to show that Song Lin was indeed a Tianjiao phoenix-like existence.

But even so, Song Lin can only grope for the fifth form, as for the first four forms, if he can really perform even one style, I'm afraid Ao Shuang will run away today, but how can the ** in the world be so easy to be cultivated by a martial artist to the fullest?

And Ao Shuang is still a domineering posture, the ink dragon bone in his hand waving the tiger and the wind, the speed is extremely fast, at a certain moment, everyone only saw a surging black light showing some kind of weird arc, flashing in that large area of pure white breath!

A punch blasted out, and there seemed to be hundreds of small whirlpools above the fist wind, quickly gathering the white aura of the surrounding blizzard, causing the surrounding air to seem to melt, and smashed fiercely on the black stick shadow.

From this punch, Ao Shuang didn't feel any increase in fist intent and any powerful moves, some were just a kind of artistic conception of the general trend, and even the power in the surrounding blizzard was added to it, only in person to face this punch, when the punch really broke out, did he know the terrible liliang.

But Ao Shuang is not a vegetarian, when the ink keel and the fist wind collided together, the left hand hidden in the embroidered robe suddenly poked out, like a fierce dragon out of the stream, the crimson aura burst out, reflecting at this time, Song Lin's suddenly tense look......

"Bang!"

The surging spiritual power fluctuations suddenly came from the collision place of this punch and a stick, and with this as the center, the spiritual power fluctuations were like a surging sea surging towards the surroundings, completely dispersing the blizzard-like aura in the sky.

Under the fluctuation of spiritual power, a large number of low-level spirit beasts and people who had no time to dodge were thrown out like wheat harvesters, and a small piece of short-lived space actually appeared on the originally chaotic hillside.

At this time, more than some people in the Wind Hall looked at this side in amazement, even some spirit beasts seemed to feel something, and their eyes looked at this side with some horror, and for a while, between spirit beasts and humans, they even forgot to fight each other......

......

The breeze swept slowly across the hillside, gently blowing the half-human-tall weeds, and if you put aside the corpses of humans and spirit beasts, and the bright red blood stains all over the mountains, there was a hint of pleasant scenery.

On the eastern hillside, the two teenagers stood looking at each other, their distance was unusually close, not even more than half a meter, all because the left hand of the young man in the red embroidered robe had penetrated the entire heart of the young man in white......

"Ahem......"

The young man in white couldn't suppress the injuries in his body, and at this time there were streams of blood escaping from the corners of his mouth, and his entire right arm shrugged down weakly, slowly raised his head, and said with a wry smile: "It's really true, the person who loses is really going to die." ”

This person is none other than the disciple from the Iceberg Snow Cave, Song Lin.

And the young man standing opposite him was naturally arrogant.

Just when the two of them collided with a stick just now, Ao Shuang's left fist suddenly poked out, smashing straight into Huang Long, piercing Song Lin's left chest, the latter was already seriously injured at that time, and he was performing strong moves one after another, and he didn't have to dodge at all.

"You've done a good job, among the martial artists of the Spirit Master level, there are not many people who can make my tiger's mouth crack. After putting away the ink keel in his hand, Ao Shuang looked at the cracks in the tiger's mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The fracture at the tiger's mouth made Ao Shuang understand one thing, that is, even if he reached the realm of Xiaocheng Demon Body in terms of body refining, but based on this alone, among the martial artists of the spirit master level, he could not be regarded as an invincible existence.

"It's just...... Is the tiger's mouth broken......"

Song Lin, whose face was pale, had a gloomy expression, the look in his eyes was much weaker than usual, his heart was destroyed by Aoshuang, at this time, if he was angry, as long as the former withdrew his hand, he would be the end of his soul dissipation.

After "heh......" After speaking, Song Lin smiled, this smile, perhaps laughing at his pride, the spiritual power in his body began to gradually disappear into the dantian, he took advantage of Zuihou to ask in one breath, "Can you tell me, how did you do it?"

"The camp is different, and it is destined to die here. Shaking his head, although this Song Lin's character is arrogant, he is not the kind of arrogant person, but after all, he has done things to suppress the Sanrentang, so Ao Shuang must kill him.

After slowly withdrawing his hand from the opponent's body, Ao Shuang looked at the former's eyes: "Your move shouldn't be the strongest blow, right?" Without a follow-up attack, this move is no longer perfect, and it is not very difficult to break it. ”

Ao Shuang's words are all true, Song Lin's Frost Tyrant Fist seems to be extremely powerful and unstoppable, but after this move is blasted out, there is a huge gap, as long as the opposing warrior can block this punch, it is very simple to turn defeat into victory.

But Ao Shuang also knows that among the martial artists of the Spirit Master level, there are very few people who can block this punch, and those who can block this punch again, and then make a counterattack, turn defeat into victory, are even rarer.

You must know that aside from the follow-up attacks, Song Lin's speed at that time was even beyond the speed of sound to some extent, and ordinary peak spirit masters couldn't judge his location at all, let alone make a counterattack at the right time.

When it becomes extremely difficult to even block, trying to find weaknesses and counterattack in vain, isn't that looking for death?

And Ao Shuang relied on the power of his strong mind, he was still able to judge the position of the former at a critical moment, and the meditation technique even drove away the faint feeling of being frozen in his body, which helped Ao Shuang a lot.

Maybe for others, this is not a weakness at all, but a master is a master, and there is no room for sloppiness, and Ao Shuang said before, fighting is not a competition, the fight between life and death, the loser is not for death, for death!

After Ao Shuang slowly withdrew his left arm from Song Lin's body, Song Lin didn't realize it, but was still thinking about the former's words, and after half a sound, he nodded: "It is worthy of being the king of the Northern Regions, this storm and cloud chaos battle will definitely be very interesting......

After finishing speaking, the focus of the pupils in Song Lin's eyes became larger and larger, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his body was already out of his control and fell backwards, falling on his back in the weeds.

Before he died, Song Lin had even been shocked, he was shocked not because of any weaknesses in the fist technique of the Iceberg Snow Cave, but because of the arrogant means, even if the Frost Overlord Fist was a fifth form, it was not something that ordinary spirit master level martial artists could crack.

The extremely fast, powerful Frost Tyrant Fist has added to the general trend in the blizzard, how easy is it to break it, let alone kill yourself against defeat, which is enough to show that the reaction speed of Ao Shuang, even at a certain moment, surpassed the speed of sound.

In other words, the reason why Song Lin lost was not because of the fist style at all, but because he was defeated by Ao Shuang.

As we all know, there are no undefeated ** and moves in the world, this is common sense, but before that, even if it was a sword, it was only after fighting his own strength that he defeated himself, not like Aoshuang, one blow is the winner of the battle.

Originally, Song Lin thought that Ao Shuang's strength must be a little vain after successive battles, but when he fought, he realized that it was the opposite of what he imagined, and he saw the weakness in his moves, so he directly killed himself.

However, dying in the hands of the strong, Song Lin himself did not have any regrets.

Until he died, there was still a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth......

Looking at the dead Song Lin, Ao Shuang put away the other party's space: "To cultivate advanced boxing techniques, it is better to cultivate a ground-level boxing technique to perfection, so that when you fight, you can do what you want, and your combat ability will be more durable." ”

In fact, this mainly depends on the personal preferences of the martial artist, some people prefer fast-paced battles, so they practice some strong offensive moves, while some people like slow-paced battles, so they practice some moves that are more suitable for themselves.

And if it weren't for Song Lin running into him, he might have relied on the Frost Tyrant Fist, and even ranked higher on the Fengyun List, because it was one thing to be able to see through weaknesses, and it was another thing to not be able to take the opportunity to defeat them.

All of this is based on Ao Shuang's amazing judgment and ability to accurately grasp the form in front of him, if there is a slight mistake in it, it will take some trouble to kill Song Lin.

Aoshuang's strength even surpassed me at the beginning, even when I faced Song Lin's move, I could only barely fight hard, zuihou was also victorious in the strength of the spiritual power in the dantian, it seems that I still underestimate him, no, I need to re-evaluate the strength of Aoshuang!

Looking at the dead Song Lin, and the arrogance of the tiger that had no injuries on his body, only the tiger's mouth cracked, the thousands of fine sword qi in the sword's eyes were condensed again, and at the same time, a strange crimson sword light was crossed......