A cold current with a chill spread along the back of his left hand to the palm of his hand.

For Yougen, this cold current is so unfamiliar, but that coldness digs out the memories of the past.

The long sword was coming, and the sword qi urged a strong wind.

The strong wind blew on his face, blowing away the long black hair that had reached the waistcoat on his roots.

Yougen shrank his head in the strong wind, and his round eyes were slanted and aimed at his left hand.

Four strands of bright silver like liquid emanated from the sword diagram on the back of his left hand, and then flowed between the four fingers, and finally converged in the palm of his hand.

The silver gathered in Yougen's palm, and Yougen felt a piece of ice press down on the palm of his left hand.

While it was cold and hard, there was also a stinging pain that froze through the bone marrow.

One of them frowned, and with the sword of the strong wind, he rushed in front of him.

The tip of the long sword wrapped by Indigo Fengyuan was only an inch away from the right arm that protected Yougen's chest.

"Whew!"

The low dragon roar was full of the breath of a king from the ancient times.

In the monotonous words, there is an innate depression.

The silver light bloomed on the palm of Yougen's left hand, and Yougen felt a burst of irresistible power in his left hand.

Under this power, Yougen's left hand stretched out with great speed.

The palm of his left hand, which was scattered with silver light, quickly grabbed the stabbing long sword.

"Smack!"

The tip of the long sword shaped like a bird's beak was held in Yougen's left hand, and silver rays surged onto the tip of the sword, and the solid wind element that wrapped the tip of the sword was all squeezed apart.

A hundred miles away, Zhang Yong, who was standing on the cliff, stiffened slightly, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the fishy heat rushed to his throat.

Blood ran down his throat and squirted into Zhang Yong's mouth.

He pursed his lips and puffed out his cheeks.

His bloodshot eyes were stared at in shock. Quickly swung his right hand horizontally in front of him.

Hundreds of miles away from Zhang Yong, the long sword that was grabbed by Yougen and the tip of the sword began to tremble.

The silver of his left hand flowed like liquid down the tip of the sword towards the blade.

Silver trickled past the tip of the sword and up to the second end of the knuckle that connected the tip of the sword.

The long sword, which was flooded by the silver stream at the end of the second section, suddenly stopped trembling.

"Horn!"

Holding the tip of the sword, Arigen stared at the grasp of the sword as it disintegrated into seven parts.

Six beak-shaped fragments wrapped in an indigo wind element quickly flew away from the silver that overflowed into the palm of the hand.

The six beaked pieces are reassembled not far from the roots.

Then, the sword, which was obviously shorter, flew towards the sky at great speed.

The sword is far away from the roots. One fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

A root fell to the ground, and he pressed a deep pit in the shape of a man in the ground.

He smashed the ground to pieces.

In the dense rain again, General Bai swooped down to Feng Yu's side.

The pale white general's feet were completely sunk into the wet mud, and his body was crooked, and he almost fell to the ground.

General Bai stretched out his left hand and stroked Feng Yu's right shoulder.

Feng Yu turned his head and saw General Bai's pale cheeks.

The two looked at each other for a while, and General Bai took the lead in looking away.

He looked at Liu Heng, who was standing not far away, and Liu Heng was also looking at them.

Soaked shredded hair clings to the skin on the forehead. The dense rain could not stop the cultivator's view.

Liu Heng stretched out his outstretched right hand to the side.

He recalled the halberd that had fallen in the distance.

The burning runes had already crawled all over the body of the Brute Ancient Halberd.

Holding the halberd shaft with one hand, Liu Heng pursed his lips tightly and looked at the two people not far away with a wary expression.

"Let's go!"

Observing Liu Heng who was holding the halberd. General Bai turned his head and looked to Liu Heng's left through the dense rain curtain.

He glanced at the powdered ground, at the human-shaped pits in the shattered ground.

There was a look of fear in his eyes. He straightened his back slightly.

The blue vitality exuded General Bai's body, and the palm on Feng Yu's shoulder was slightly forced.

General Bai grabbed the ring-shaped shoulder armor on Feng Yu's body.

The next moment, General Bai and Feng Yu turned into a beam of blue light.

Blue light rushes in the rain. More than 2,000 soldiers in disarray.

The rain fell in an instant.

The unhindered sunlight finally spilled onto the earth.

The sky is clear, and the smell of grass and water is everywhere.

Liu Heng took a long breath and lowered the halberd he was holding.

He tilted his head and looked behind him.

He saw the human-shaped pit in the ground, and saw the hand that climbed the wall of the pit.

Covered in dirt, he crawled out of the pit with his hands and feet.

He spread his hands outstretched, spread his legs apart, and lay on his back on the ground.

"Whew~!Whew~!"

Yougen's chest rose and fell violently, and his open mouth couldn't stop gasping.

The stinging pain in the palm of the left hand gradually subsided, but the tingling touch was more obvious.

Yougen frowned, turned his head slightly to the left, and raised his left hand.

He first looked into the palm of his left hand, but all he could see was a pitch-black paste.

He pursed his lips and shook his palms vigorously in disgust.

When he shook the palm of his hand, Yougen suddenly saw the back of his hand and immediately froze.

Yougen clearly saw that the sword drawing on the back of his left hand exuded a brilliance that was very different from usual.

The sun after the rain is particularly dazzling and blazing.

When the sun shone on the sword diagram, the sword diagram exuded a silver brilliance that was no less than inferior.

The sword with its silver color does not seem to be a drawing, but a small sword attached to the skin of the root.

The little sword is more dazzling because of the truth.

Yougen stared at the sword diagram on the back of his hand and propped up half of his body.

He was silent for a moment, the corners of his rubbled mouth curled upward.

You?

There was a smile on his face, and his eyes flashed.

"Can't hold it back?"

A hundred miles away, the sword that surrounded Feng Yuan flew to Zhang Yong's left side.

The sword stopped in mid-air.

After the long sword stopped, Zhang Yongfang withdrew his sword finger.

Then, he quickly covered his mouth with the palm of his right hand.

"Whew!"

Zhang Yong's cheeks were puffed up to the limit, and a slight bruise appeared on his red face.

There was more blood spilling out of his nostrils, and Zhang Yong reluctantly put down his right hand.

He lowered his head and opened his mouth.

"Poof!"

A pillar of blood erupted from his mouth, and the blood pierced through the cliff and fell to the bottom of the mountain.

Dozens of birds foraging at the bottom of the mountain, flapping their young short wings, were startled into the air.

Listening to the sound of the young wings of the birds, Zhang Yong, who was holding the ground with his left hand, raised his right hand.

He wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his right hand, looked at the thin hole that had been cut through the pillar of blood, and grinned bitterly.

Zhang Yong raised his head and sat on the ground with a wry smile.

"Nature's vitality. ”

"Soul soldiers. ”

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the red tide on Zhang Yong's face quickly faded.

His face grew paler, but his eyes were particularly determined.

In his determined eyes, there was puzzlement and confusion.

"Break the talisman Yuangang, wrapped in golden flames?"

"Fire, thunder?"

Zhang Yong turned his head slightly and looked at the sword that stopped at his side, the confusion in his eyes was even more obvious.

"Swift towards the wind element, exploding super fire thunder?" (to be continued......)

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