"Lear!"

The figure whispered, and the voice was heard in all directions.

King Lear looked up, his eyes stared, but he sneered, "Finally dare to come out to fight?"

That person was the King of Cold, like the emperor of ice and snow, with a pair of ice-blue eyes in which there seemed to be ice and snow that would not melt through the ages, and the frost-white hair was windless and automatic, and the whistling sound of a violent wind and snow was heard. Behind him, broken pieces of icebergs were swept by the blizzard, like the most loyal followers.

The Han King flew and pulled the old man out of the ravine on the ground, and the spiritual power entered the old man's body, pulling the old man back from the edge of life and death, and another Hui Tian Dan for the old man to swallow.

Han Gong's face looked a little better, and he stepped aside silently, not hindering the battle of King Han.

"You, damn it!" the King of Han turned his head and glared at King Lear.

King Lear's eyes flickered, he had already stepped into the transcendent realm, and now it could be seen that the King of Han was still refining his mind. And it looks like a monk who has just entered the state of mind for a short time, and his breath is unstable.

King Lear sneered, "I'll just stand here and see how you kill me." ”

The Cold King took a step, and there was ice and snow flying in his eyes: "Snow is coming!"

In an instant, the temperature of this side of the world dropped sharply, and the frost and snow flew, about to freeze everything.

King Lear's eyes froze, where could he not recognize, this is the power of an extraordinary monk, with the Tao he has cultivated, projecting the heavens and the earth, if he creates the ultimate, he can even reproduce a world. He didn't have time to think about why King Han was able to use the cultivation of refining the mind state to exert the power of the transcendent realm.

"Kill!"

King Lear's eyes were red, killing intent appeared, and countless black-red breaths appeared around him, and those breaths turned into illusory figures, wailing, like purgatory on earth.

This is his word, to kill the word.

The Cold King grabbed it violently, and the broken pieces of the iceberg that came with him fell into his hand, turning into a Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

Swept out, countless ice cubes swept away, turning into a flood to destroy everything.

King Lear's eyes flashed with blood-colored divine light, and he let out a low shout, pinched his fist print, and a Dao rhyme manifested, condensed into a fist, and blasted out.

In just one moment, the two fought hundreds of rounds, and they were evenly matched.

King Lear's heart was solemn, and every blow he struck carried its own rules, but they were all given by the King of Cold. I gradually figured out what was going on.

The Dao rhyme carried by King Han is not his own Dao rhyme, but a Dao rhyme that is temporarily carried through inheritance.

No one can comprehend the exact same path, and the former has walked it, whether it reaches the end or not, it will be closed, and it is impossible for anyone to embark on the same path again. It seems to be the same, but it is very different.

And through some means, you can temporarily deliver your own way to others for use. Whether it's a Taoist artifact or a inheritance, there are too many ways. But it will not be so easy to give the Tao you have learned to others, even if it is a close relative. One of the most thorough ways to give one's way to others is to pass it on. The so-called Taoism is like this. Although future generations cannot follow the same path, they can also be deeply affected.

King Han had obviously just accepted the inheritance, and the Dao rhyme he carried on his body belonged to someone else. Although it can't be actively mobilized by the Cold King, it can operate with his every move. It may not be enough to deal with other transcendent monks, but King Lear is only a newcomer to the transcendent realm, and the two are not far apart.

King Lear sneered, "It's just with the help of external forces, I'll see how long you can hold out." ”

With that, he raised his hand and pointed out.

"One finger...... God kill!"

is different from what Fang just showed to Han Gong, this first finger is accompanied by a rhyme.

King Han danced the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, met the finger, and faintly, a figure appeared behind him.

Dressed in an imperial robe and wearing an imperial crown on his head, although it is only a fleeting illusion, it has the power of an emperor.

The figure followed the Han King's attack, stretched out a finger, and assimilated with the Han King's blow, carrying a Dao rhyme, blocking King Lear's finger.

It can be said that it was not the Cold King who blocked King Lear's blow, but the fleeting phantom.

But how long can this last?

After all, external forces are only external forces, and they will eventually dissipate.

King Lear only needs to hold out until that time to easily defeat the Cold King.

However, he is the king of Lear, and he has no fear in his life, if he has to wait for the external force borrowed by the king of Han to dissipate before making a move, doesn't he say that he is afraid?

With a cold snort, he took a step, and the purgatory-like heaven and earth behind him also moved with him, devouring the blizzard around the Cold King.

As if enraged, the quasi-phantom behind the Han King became solidified, and the person's face became clear, as if he was standing countless years ago, looking at the people who dared to invade his territory in this world.

In that moment, the purgatory around King Lear shattered, and a single glance knocked him back for a hundred miles.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, but King Lear smiled.

The power contained in that gaze was at least at the level of entering the sainthood.

But this gaze only made him retreat a hundred miles and spit blood.

"But that's it. King Lear sneered.

Behind the Cold King, the phantom figure dispersed again after a moment of solidification, and it became even more illusory, as if it would dissipate at any time.

For some reason, King Han was silent, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand also dispersed.

In his eyes, the ice-blue light dimmed a lot.

"It's ...... My battlefield. You, don't meddle. ”

King Han said in a deep voice, his gaze determined.

King Lear is not afraid of any enemy, so how can King Han rely on the strength of others?

Behind him, the phantom cast its gaze, as if looking at the Cold King. He nodded, as if he had heard, and faded.

At the same time, around the Cold King, the realm of the howling ice and snow shrank by more than half, but it did not disappear completely. What remains is the strength of the Han King himself. Compared to King Lear, the difference is too far.

King Lear sneered, "With the help of external forces, you can block my attack." What can you do on your own?"

King Han raised his head and said in a cold voice, "You can try." ”

King Lear stepped out and walked from a hundred miles away, and the purgatory behind him instantly suppressed the ice and snow around the Cold King.

"Just a cold king, but that's it, break it for me!"

King Lear shouted, and all the figures in Purgatory roared in unison, and the scope of Purgatory doubled in an instant. Envelop the Cold King in it, and shrink the area of ice and snow.

At this moment, King Lear suddenly frowned, his eyes cold, and cast into the distance.

After a while, he moved his gaze back to King Han, flickered for a moment, and then snorted coldly, "You are lucky today." ”

With that, a finger poked out, and the cold king's crumbling ice and snow field was punctured like a balloon.

But he didn't continue to kill him, tore it, tore the space, and disappeared after entering.

Only the pale face of the Han King remained.

He clenched his fists, his nails sinking into his flesh, blood dripping down and staining the snow and ice on the ground red.