Eternal Martial Sovereign

Xiao Yun pulled by the palm of his hand, and the vitality like the dragon and snake rolled out in anger and collided with that of Fang Hao's Hanmingxuan.

At this moment, the audience was silent, and everyone held their breath.

"This Xiao Yun should be frozen, right?" Everyone had such a thought in mind.

Although far apart, the momentum contained in Fanghao ’s palm and the horrible cold were daunting even those practitioners who were born in perfect conscience, and did not dare to connect with this boy at all, only to avoid their sharpness, but Xiao Yun It was hard-wired down.

I am in the public's opinion, this kind of behavior is crazy to death.

"Hehe, you are looking for death!" Fang Hao smiled at this.

My own palm is extremely mysterious. The cold air evolves through tactics, such as the nether cold air. Once it touches the bone-like anthrax, it is almost impossible to exterminate it. Even the consummate practitioners will hate this palm. If he steps on it, Entering the innate consummation is enough to hardly shake ordinary ordinary Yuanyuan practitioners, but now Xiao Yun dares to take the attack by virtue of congenital mid-term.

What is it not to die?

Almost everyone thinks Xiao Yun will die.

This time, Xiao Yun just used ordinary Xuanjie martial arts, a kind of angry sea mad dragon in the dragon and snake double line.

As soon as the two sides fought, a powerful force defeated this style, and the pros and cons of martial arts were immediately revealed.

Followed closely, a violent cold raged towards Xiao Yun like that hurricane, and seemed to drown him.

At this moment, this stage is like a bad place facing the icy hurricane in winter.

From a distance, Xiao Yun was wrapped in the cold air released by Han Hanxuan's fingerprints.

This is just the beginning, but the giant fingerprint has not hit Xiao Yun yet!

What if he hits him?

"It's so rich cold, I hope that the branches of my soul will grow stronger." Facing the violent cold Xiao Yun was fiery, swallowing the heavenly tactics, and a cyclone appeared in front of him. It's just because the cold swept through that it was hard for outsiders to find.

"Swallow the heavenly trick, swallow it for me!" Xiao Yun thought about it, and that swallowed the heavenly trick suddenly, like a deep tunnel that sucked all the cold air into Dantian, at the same time, the branches of the Wu soul pierced into Dantian, and All the cold air is absorbed.

It was only momentarily, Xiao Yun could feel that the branches derived from the cold air had grown stronger.

With the swallowing of Tian Tian Jue, the momentum of Fang Hao's Hanmingxuan fingerprints plummeted.

boom!

I ca n’t believe that Rao is so, the French and Indian still shot it fiercely.

Ji Fayin fell, and Xiao Yun gave Zhen Fei a hand like the hand of God.

When I looked away, I saw the young boy flying like a disconnected kite, and finally landed two feet away.

"Oh, I said, Xiao Yun couldn't bear Fang Hao at all." Seeing this, Lin Xiaoman raised his brow with a look of pride and said to Yan Shiyan next to him that the two seemed to be better off. Energetic, running on each other.

Yan Shiyan snorted coldly and ignored Lin Xiaoman, but stared at the teenager on the final stage with anxiety.

"Is Xiao Yun injured?" Qiong's nose wrinkled, her face worried.

哈 "Haha, Xiao Yun hit Fang Hao in such a blow, presumably all the internal organs have been frozen?"

"That Hanmingxuan's fingerprints should be ground martial arts, can Xiao Yun be able to bear it?" Fang's teenagers are full of joy, "On this point, can you dare to fight with Fang Hao? A waste also dares to claim Just a joke for genius? "

I saw Xiao Yun be hit and fly, and my scorn rang through the audience, and the Fang family was secretly relieved.

As long as Xiao Yun is abolished, even if his talent is strong, what can happen?

The genius who has not grown up is all in vain.

"I wonder if Master Xiao Yun was injured?" The people of the Xiao family were worried, their minds were blank, and they seemed to have no masters. If the young man was seriously injured, he would be defeated by Fang Hao. Who will they support in the Xiao family what?

For a while, everyone was in a different mood, and they all focused their eyes on the final table.

However, just then, the boy who fell to the ground suddenly stood up.

"Surely he stood up?" An exclaimed sound came.

Immediately, everyone in the audience was full of surprise.

Shouldn't the Fang Hao's Hanming Xuan's fingerprints be frozen all over the body?

Why doesn't this boy seem to be in the big trouble, except that there is a trace of blood in his mouth?

"You are okay?" Fang Hao was surprised, staring at the young man in front of him in disbelief. From the breath of the other side, it seemed that he had not suffered much injuries. How could this be? He clearly suffered from my Hanmingxuan's fingerprints!

This is martial arts with infinite power. Once the cold air has penetrated into the body, it will quickly freeze the vitality of the opponent, and then freeze its internal organs, even limbs. According to normal conditions, Xiao Yun should now be lying On the ground, it became a popsicle!

But now this boy is alive standing up.

Such a weird scene is shocking.

"Did I have a problem with this blow just now?" Fang Hao felt a bit messy in his thoughts. "No, I just showed my full strength, and that Hanming Xuan's fingerprints also struck him, punching him. It's booming! "

Tong Fanghao was surprised, with his face full of mistakes, his eyes fixed on the boy in front of him.

"Your martial spirit of ice can't do it!" Xiao Yun licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, shook his head, a smile of evil charm was raised on the corner of his mouth, and he went forward step by step. Fang Hao stared at him with surprise.

"You are okay?" Fang Hao looked surprised, seeing what Xiao Yun looked like!

当然 "Of course it's okay." Xiao Yun walked to Fang Hao, his eyes slightly smiled and said, "What else can you do?"

The boy's discourse was very light, but full of domineering, it seemed that Fang Hao was not taken into account at all.

This made the audience boil.

"What's going on?" Originally thought that the boy would be frozen, but was safe?

Look at Xiao Yun's tone, it seems that there are enough means to deal with that Fang Hao!

"How on earth did you resist my blow?" Fang Hao's eyes were gloomy, and he could hardly imagine how Xiao Yun resolved the coldness of his Hanmingxuan fingerprints. This situation is too incredible, no It should happen.

"I said, you are still not enough ice martial spirit." Xiao Yun's mouth set off a slight arc.

After a blow, Xiao Yun also has a certain understanding of the ability of Fang Hao Wu soul.

Wu Fanghao's Bingzhi Wuhun is indeed not weak, and he can deal with innate consummates.

I really want to deal with Xiao Yun but it is really bad.

Swallowing Tianjue almost instantly took a lot of cold and turned it into his own use. How could Xiao Yan be combined with Ziyan Wuhun and be frozen by the cold? When he moved his mind, he resisted all the cold air, and was absorbed by Wu Soul.

Under the resolution of swallowing the heavens trick, Fang Hao's attack is only equal to the innate congenital state.

云 Xiao Yun just hit the blow just now.

"What measures do you have?" Seeing Xiao Yun so fearless, Fang Hao's eyes appeared a little panic.

This Ice Spirit is his biggest hole card. Now Xiao Yun cannot be hurt by this. What does this mean?

Means he has no advantage at all!

"It looks like you really don't have any means." Xiao Yun slightly squinted his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and then the eyes stared coldly, staring at the young man in front of him, "Since you have no means, then look at my means Right. "

After the slightly cold words fell, Xiao Yun's eyes were frozen, and purple light flickered.

Clinging with a hot breath was permeating from him.

The hot air stream swept out, covering the entire stage, dissipating those cold air.

After a while, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly doubled and became hot.

"So hot air." Fang Hao's eyes twitched, feeling that the cold on his body was disappearing.

"What's going on?" The people on the stage were surprised, "Why is there a hot air flowing through Xiao Yun's body?" This situation was surprising.

"Look at my Huoyun Palm!" Xiao Yun's eyes narrowed, and he didn't say much and shot directly.

He moved with both palms, and a purple fire stream swept out of his palm.

一 The whole void seemed to be distorted as soon as this hot stream appeared, and the enthusiasm that engulfed the West made people palpitated.

"It's a powerful fire stream. Rarely you control the different fire?" Fang Hao's eyes were stunned, as if he understood something. "No wonder you can resist my cold. It turns out that you have a different fire. A different fire? "

"Stop talking nonsense, pick it up." Xiao Yun's eyes flashed, purple light flickered between the palms, like a cloud condensing.

Xiao Xiaoyun moved his hands, the hot stream of fire, condensed into a cloud of fire capsized forward.

This Huoyunzhang is only an intermediate-level martial art, and there is not much mystery, but the violent atmosphere contained in the purple fire stream is a shock to the distant practitioners. This fire stream seems to have the momentum to burn everything It's scary.

"How can this boy have such strange fires?" The elders of all races were surprised.

I even changed the color of the old master Fang Yuanzhen and other true Yuan dynasties.

The purple light flickered, and the hot air stream capsized down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seemed that Fang Hao would be drowned.

"Why is the fire flow in this kid so fierce?" Fang Hao was frightened, and quickly tried to urge the Ice Soul of Wu to resist the hot air flow, and there was a majestic cold swept out of him. The stream capsized and could hardly be resisted.

Qi Ziyan Wuhun is too powerful, even if the power of the past is no longer, it is not Fang Hao's ice Wuhun can match.

After all, this is the martial art soul owned by a generation of alchemy masters!

In a hurry, Fang Hao condensed Fa-India and greeted toward the palm of fire.

Wu Hanxuan's handprints were shot like a giant hand and hit the purple cloud of fire.

boom!

A loud noise came out, the purple light flickered, and under the violent bombardment of Han Mingxuan's fingerprints, the purple cloud of fire broke up.

"Hehe." A Fang family laughed, "How can low-level martial arts compete with advanced martial arts?"

That is, when this person laughed loudly, the cold and dark handprints collapsed under the hot air. The cold was almost instantly destroyed by a hot stream of fire, and then the purple fire stream swept towards Fang Hao like a torrent And go.

boom!

Under the impact of this stream of fire, Fang Hao flew out.

A hot stream of flames raged into Fang Hao's body, and a spit of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth.

"Ah!" Fang Hao slammed into the ground, making a scream, and he could smell a scorching smell.

"Fang Hao lost?" Hearing this scream, the practitioners on the stage showed a miserable expression.