Chen Fu's palm sank into Liu Li's chest.

The cold ice and snow wrapped Chen Fu's palm.

I felt the loss of consciousness in my right hand, and I felt the coldness and sharp pain that spread to my shoulder, causing my skin to become numb.

Chen Fu, whose complexion changed greatly, tried hard to withdraw his palm, but the palm that sank into Liu Li's chest was like an old tree taking root, and it was still difficult to move with Chen Fu's full strength.

The skin on the palm of his hand and the cold chest have been firmly bonded together by the frozen snowflakes.

It has become an inseparable whole.

Liu Li lowered his head, and his stiff neck was bending, making a "rattling" sound.

He looked at the palm that sank into his chest, and looked at the blood that had overflowed from around his palm and congealed into black ice on his chest.

Liu Li frowned and raised his head, cold air flowing from his eyes.

The cold air was like ice and fell on Chen Fu's face.

Stopped on the fine sand that covered the handsome face.

A look of anger and compassion crept up the wrinkled face.

So, Liu Li twisted his stiff left arm and punched Chen Fu's head.

The arm that was frozen in cold ice and hard as a hard stone carried the strong wind and turned into a phantom.

Chen Fu's face was solemn, and he leaned back as much as he could.

The left hand, which had been frozen to death by the cold, was getting heavier and heavier, and sank slightly as it moved.

The trajectory of the fist changed.

The fist landed on Chen Fu's chest.

"Boom!"

Chen Fu vomited a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

On his chest, a fist mark appeared, and under the operation of the vitality, the sword marks that had already burst together also cracked again.

He flew several meters before he landed heavily on the ground.

Then, blood gushed out, and Chen Fu let out a hysterical howl while holding the blood-spurting right arm.

The palm of his right hand, which was covered with frost and snow and frozen, was still frozen in Liu Li's chest.

The blood flowed like a pour, and the howl was piercing.

More than 10,000 soldiers besieged and killed thousands of people, as well as tens of thousands of soldiers who were holding on to the tower, in the midst of the terrible howl, the infantry turned their weapons, and the cavalry turned their horses.

Countless soldiers rushed towards Liu Li, who was already covered with thick ice.

Liu Li, whose eyes showed sadness, his face was pale, and the snow and ice on his cheeks were prominent, facing the soldiers coming from all directions, he lowered his head slightly and raised his right hand holding the sword.

He looked at the slit that connected the palm of his hand to the hilt of his sword.

I looked at the sword body that was still a third of it, full of cracks.

Then, with great difficulty, he looked up at the sky.

Like a white horse passing through the clouds, the blue is boundless.

The eyes that were frozen by the cold and lost their luster were like two stagnant waters.

His hair, pale as snow, spread out at the back of his head, and Liu Li stared at the boundless sky with his godless eyes.

The frost soaked out of Liu Li's body, soft skin, flexible joints, and had been imprisoned by the ice.

Liu Li opened his mouth and asked a heartfelt question.

"Why?"

Liu Li's face was wrapped in ice, his face was expressionless, but his tone of voice was different from usual.

His tone was calm, like his godless eyes.

Like stagnant water.

"You are obviously unattainable, but you have stretched out your hands from clear and dustless to low filth. ”

In a tone like stagnant water, two brilliant lights suddenly appeared in Liu Li's eyes.

Like two flames.

The two pools of stagnant water, which had been silent, burned in the flames.

"But I don't know that when you stretch out your hand, you who are admired by all people are only beasts and birds that can be shot down. ”

The right hand, which held the broken sword, began to twist, and there was a hoarse "squeak" sound at the stiff joints.

"Bang bang!"

The ice covering his arm cracked, and bright red muscles peeked through the cracks.

The muscles are protruding, like a snake.

Liu Li looked at the sky, and in his eyes, the flame that seemed to be substance was quickly extinguished.

The burning eyes turned into stagnant water again.

The cold soaked into his eyes.

He was no longer visible.

When the cavalry who rushed to the front, holding a long lance, rushed in front of Liu Li.

Liu Li waved his right hand towards the sky.

Unleashed the broken sword.

The broken sword broke through the air and turned into an afterimage.

Liu Li's right hand, palm and arm also turned into an afterimage, followed by the broken sword, and broke through the air.

In the broken arm, between the bright red flesh, there was black blood that had congealed into ice.

Raising his head upwards, the eyes that had no vision were still facing the sky.

But he didn't hear the sound of horses' hooves ringing in his ears.

The sharp lance stabbed Liu Li's body.

The lance broke through the ice that wrapped him and pierced into Liu Li's flesh.

Pierced the cold in Liu Li's body.

As a result, the cold qi that was solidified in Liu Li's body rushed out along the lance.

The cold air that rotted into the flesh and bones soon covered the arms of the cavalry.

Before the cavalry could utter an exclamation, the snow and ice that precipitated in the air covered it.

The cavalry, men and horses, were wrapped in ice.

Liu Li leaned back slightly, and another cavalryman rushed behind him.

A spear pierced Liu Li's body.

Another cavalryman was covered in snow and ice.

Ten cavalrymen rushed to Liu Li's side, and ten weapons pierced Liu Li's body.

Ten cavalrymen were covered in snow and ice.

The cold stretched to the ground, and snow covered the ground.

Fifty soldiers rushed to the ice, which was wrapped in cavalry, and they touched the ice.

They were also wrapped in ice.

The cold is overflowing.

The snow and ice stretched for nine miles of ground around it, and the three hundred soldiers who followed it turned into three hundred ice sculptures.

The rushing soldiers, surrounding the frozen ground, stopped in their footsteps amid exclamations.

On the tower fort, Peng Yong had tears in his eyes, staring at the broken sword piercing the sky, staring at the stump arm holding the hilt, and howled.

"No !!"

The dazzling red light shimmered between the palms of his hands, ignoring the weapons in his hands and the soldiers who were about to attack him, ignoring the arrows like locusts in the air.

He, desperate, ran towards the city wall.

A stray arrow was inserted into his right arm, and a long knife slashed his back, bleeding from two crimson wounds.

Peng Yong waved his palm ahead unconsciously.

With each palm, Peng Yong went further.

Every step is a meter.

Every time he enters a meter, there will be two more wounds on Peng Yong's body.

In the end, Peng Yong, who was full of holes in the armor, barely hung on his shoulders, and his body was covered with dozens of wounds, large and small, finally rushed to the city wall.

Yu Ruo, supported by the two soldiers, had already retreated to the side, but the distance between them and Peng Yong was only three meters.

So, Yu Ruo grabbed the shoulder of the soldier next to him with his left hand and straightened his waist.

In his right hand, a blue light flashed that was much dimmer compared to before.

Looking at the back that was not far from him, covered in blood, Yu Ruo was nervous, but his heart suddenly overflowed with infinite joy.

So, regardless of the still serious injuries in his body, he threw away the nervousness and uneasiness in his heart, and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha!"