The demonic young man held the palm of the Holy Dragon Patriarch tightly with both hands, his legs hung weakly in the sky, his face had become the color of purple, his eyes bulged outward, as if he would be squeezed away at any time, and the movements of his hands were getting smaller and smaller.

And that sword had been crushed into pieces by the Holy Dragon Patriarch, and disappeared between heaven and earth along with the wind and rain waterfall.

The strength of the Holy Dragon Patriarch who turned into the demon body has been greatly improved, and there is a little light in the heart of his chest that is flickering slightly, like a candle flame in the wind, although it is constantly swaying, but it is never extinguished.

Weak, but tough.

This is the Holy Dragon Heart, from the Sacred Heart Spring, every Holy Dragon Clansman will give birth to a sense of the Holy Heart Spring in the Holy Land of the Holy Land when they are born, and then give birth to a Sacred Heart.

The Sacred Heart is like the only light left in the darkness, keeping hope alive, keeping that heart untouched, keeping itself unaffected by the surroundings.

Although the Holy Dragon Patriarch was in the Han Ice Realm, it seemed to be outside the Ice Realm, and the demonic youth was held by his throat and lifted to the sky, and his breath began to wilt rapidly.

"Compared with Xiao Boru, it's up to you?"

He lifted the demonic youth in front of him, with a hint of disdain in his cold eyes.

This was the time of death, and the color of fear on the face of the demonic young man had all disappeared, and a touch of madness had emerged on his bluish and purple face.

He couldn't speak, and he didn't intend to speak at the moment.

Seeing this crazy color, the Holy Dragon Patriarch's heart suddenly had a bad premonition, and he tried to pinch the neck of the demonic young man with his palm, but found that no matter how hard his palm was, he couldn't pinch it.

Frightened, he wanted to pull back, but found that his palm couldn't be released, as if it was absorbed by a huge suction force on the neck of the demonic youth, and he couldn't move.

The strength in his hand was a little less, and the voice of the demonic young man sounded intermittently: "Do you really think you can beat me so easily?"

His voice was weak, but his eyes were full of mockery.

A devastating force condensed from the demonic youth's chest, which was calm at first, and then became extremely boiling after an instant, like a volcano that could erupt at any time, and once it erupted, it would be out of control, and the unstoppable destructive force would explode from his chest.

He actually wanted to gather a great power to explode in his body, thus destroying everything around him, including the Holy Dragon Patriarch.

"Do you think I really don't know how to compare myself with Xiao Boru?"

He looked at the huge Demon Body of the Holy Dragon Patriarch in front of him, his voice was very soft, and he mocked slightly.

The disappearing wind and rain waterfall reappeared and flew towards the bodies of the two, the Holy Dragon Patriarch's face was a little ugly, and the aura on his body was rising, but he was still unable to break free from the strong gravitational pull of the demonic youth.

"It's late!"

The demonic youth said with a smile.

His previous performances were all deliberate, the purpose was to deliberately show weakness, and at the same time arouse the anger and contempt of the Holy Dragon Patriarch.

As it turned out, everything developed as he expected.

Looking up at the smile outlined at the corners of the demonic young man's mouth, the feng shui waterfall condensed by the Holy Dragon Patriarch wrapped towards his body, and countless dragon scales suddenly appeared on the surface of his body to wrap his body.

The demonic youth stopped talking, and the destructive-level energy that had been brewing in his body for a long time exploded, making a loud noise, and the entire sky that shook trembled with it, as if it would collapse and fall at any time.

The incomparably powerful destructive power exploded, and the explosion area swept hundreds of miles in a radius, and even some buildings in the Imperial City of Snow were destroyed along with it.

The people who were fighting in the battle of the four sides scattered, retreated far away, and looked at the explosion with frightened eyes.

The Wind and Rain Waterfall had already been evaporated by the huge amount of energy, and everyone's eyes were focused there.

The snow was all covered in snow, the earth was crushed under the deep white snow and would never be exposed, the explosion above the sky was loud, and the huge fluctuations of energy explosion made the sky look like the surface of the water.

The huge fluctuations shattered the snow, and the snowflakes became powder, and the powder was like smoke.

Smoke obscured the sky.

A fire raven fell, and the flames that ignited melted away all the smoke, revealing the scene inside.

The figure of the demonic young man had disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air, and such a huge explosion of energy exploded from his chest, how could he imagine his fate, I am afraid that he had already evaporated under the destruction like this smoke and dust.

The Holy Dragon Patriarch was still standing in the sky, the huge demon body was dripping with blood, covered with countless wounds, the dense scales had been shattered without a trace, and there was no intact place on his body.

The breath was low and sluggish, and the originally strong and extremely rich demonic qi had also become extremely weak and small at this moment.

He stood on the sky and gasped for air, the remnants of the destructive power flowing back and forth in his body, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, coughing incessantly.

The power brought by the demonic youth after the self-explosion is extremely strong, and the Holy Dragon Patriarch is the first to bear the brunt, although there is the barrier of the wind and rain waterfall and dragon scales, but he is still seriously injured, if it is not for the Holy Dragon Clan's natural strong physique, coupled with the blessing brought by the unique power of the Holy Dragon Heart, I am afraid that the current Holy Dragon Patriarch will not even have the ability to stand up.

Although the injury at this moment is very serious, and his strength has dropped by eighty percent, it has not yet reached the point of dying.

He stood in the air and returned to his human form, his blood-drenched body looking much better, his eyes staring at the place where the demonic youth had stood before, and there was no joy on his face.

The demonic youth exchanged his self-explosion for his serious injury, and at this moment he was still alive while the enemy was dead, which was an extremely cost-effective thing from any point of view, but there was no joy on the face of the Holy Dragon Patriarch.

On the contrary, his face became more and more ugly.

After the explosion, the sky seemed empty and quiet, and the wind was blowing incessantly, never stopping.

But at the moment, a gust of wind suddenly arose from the place where the demonic young man had stood, very plain and faint, and it was inconspicuous compared to the smoke that had dissipated before.

But it was this faint wind that made the Holy Dragon Patriarch's face even more solemn.

A voice suddenly remembered in his ears, breaking the peace that had just lasted for a short time: "It is worthy of being the patriarch of your Holy Dragon Clan, and you have found that I am still alive." ”

This voice sounded very familiar, it was the voice of the strange young man, and the rest of the people all changed their faces after hearing this voice, not afraid, but surprised and confused.

Why is the person who blew himself up under everyone's nose still alive?