364, fight the master of heaven

"Woth, you will regret your sharp teeth." Mo Yan said gloomly. Before he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly rolled up around him. There were some ice cones of different lengths in the wind, which hit Han Jing and Yushan with his head covering his face.

"Old man, do it! Rat taboos are useless. When they are sick and kill them, we work together to kill them. Even if the spiritual vein tree is damaged, it is better than being occupied by this dead mouse! I'll drag Mo Yan. You kill the old Montenegrin demon first!" As she said, Han Jing waved her sword. At first glance, the light of the sword was as bright as ten thousand plums, caged in the wind from the ice cone. The sword spirit was more pure than Mo Yan's ice power. In an instant, the wind with an ice cone was frozen, and an ice column appeared out of thin air.

Mo Yan's eyes were cold, and Yu Shan was also quite surprised. They didn't expect Han Jing's combat effectiveness to be so perverted. Is this Nima still a king-level little ant?

Feeling that Han Jing's words were reasonable, Yu Shan decisively decided to make a bet and flashed past the icicle and rushed to the old demon of Montenegro. At the same time, Mo Yanying's white jade hand also patted a light smoke-like palm shadow. The light smoke soared into the air like an icicle, and the pillar shadow surrounded Han Jing like a forest. At this time, the chaos of the law must have been waiting to be killed, but Han Jing used the secret technique of chasing the wind and chasing electricity at the first time. The ice wheel under her feet flew around and flew like the wind in the shadow of the icicles, which was elegant and flexible. When she dodged, the ice sword in her hand was not idle. Under the suppression of Mo Yan, who has the incomparable strength of the master of Yushan, the sword light appeared, like the flower bones of the old plum branches in the cold wind, containing a kind of initial power of life, delicate but not negligible. The remnants of the ice pillars were smashed by the sword flower, and the ice crumbs were stirred.

"There are still some ghosts!" Mo Yan said in surprise. Until now, he has done all his best, but the realm of pressure is useless to Han Jing, who has a sword and body. Relying on his strong strength, he has not formed an absolute suppression. This girl is actually attacking in defense and can cross the level to fight with him. Under normal circumstances, he should attack himself to death.

Yushan is also relieved now. He will no longer pay attention to this side and try his best to solve the old demon of Montenegro. With his strength, he is stronger than the old demon of Montenegro, but it is also limited. He was shocked and angry, and puzzled: Where did this come from a mysterious master who knew about the Ice Palace but did not know his origin?

Han Jing didn't listen to what Mo Yan was saying at all. She quickly entered the realm of selflessness and moved at will. Every time she followed the trend, she always avoided Mo Yan's attack at the peak.

"It's over, star picker!" Mo Yan shouted in a low voice, with incomparable self-confidence. The glittering jade white hand quickly made a series of complicated gestures, and the starlight exploded on the white jade-like palm. It looked like the hand was a hundred times bigger in an instant, and Han Jing was like a small flying insect at the tip of the huge palm.

In that huge palm space, Han Jing's expression was as calm as ever, with a light smile on the corners of her lips. It seemed that she had not seen the change of Mo Yan's palm, but the ice wheel under her feet suddenly disappeared.

Mo Yan thought that victory was right in front of him, and when a proud and ferocious smile appeared on his face, a touch of arbitrary and flamboyant ice light flashed in the giant palm space, as beautiful as the aurora in the far north. If his mood is weak, he will be intoxicated by the bright light, and he may be killed by Han Jing's sword.

With a sudden grip of the huge jade palm, the ice blue light that exploded on the ice soul sword changed, and the fast cage covered Han Jing's whole body shrank into a colorful light mass. When the giant palm wanted to crush her directly, the light mass condensed into blue ice like a shell. Mo Yan roared and pinched it fiercely, which only made a cobweb-like crack appear in the ice shell.

The eggshell formed by hard ice cracked, and the shell first stretched out thin and almost transparent wings. Slowly, the ice blue butterfly drilled out, and a pair of light condensed wings closed on the back separated. Looking at the light butterfly in disbelief, Mo Yan had a sense of crisis in his heart, and his hand once again tried to pinch the light butterfly and Han Jing to death together.

A soft sword essence suddenly burst out in the eggshell. The wings of the light butterfly seemed to be dried by the wind and suddenly became lighter, and the colors on the wings became brighter. Then, it flew up - penetrating Mo Yan's palm without hindrance, completely ignoring his pressure and ice power, as if in the wind and sun. Flying in the wind.

Staring at the beautiful ice-blue light butterfly, Mo Yan's eyes were solemn, and the other white jade-like hand grabbed it like lightning. The light butterfly flew leisurely, always in front of his fingertips. When it flew, it brought extremely small ripples of light, like willow silk dancing with the wind, and the ice mysterious power from his hand was swallowed up by the small ripples.

Yes, devour!

The devouring between energy is also a manifestation of following the law of the law of the jungle. That is to say, the purity of the energy light butterfly made by Han Jing exceeded his ice power. Mo Yan's face changed greatly, and he had the impulse to scold God: Damn it! The king-level little ant can devour the mysterious power of the master of heaven, and it won't let people live!

After all, Mo Yan's skill is not only a strong master of heaven. Mo Yan's skill is not only stopped here. With a knife, his palm is cut off, and the light butterfly is smashed by the palm knife and burst into a colorful light mass. But on the contrary, he looked even more gray. From his eyesight, he could see that the bursting light was a willow-like ripple, which was an energy ripple that directly devoured his ice mysterious power.

"Fly the cloud!" Mo Yan shouted, his palm shadow rolled up like a flowing cloud, and the shallow ripples formed by the bursting of light butterflies were wiped away. At this time, the shadow space that enveloped Han Jing's palm shook violently.

What causes the palm shadow space to shake is a touch of ice blue light, like a ray of sunlight that penetrates the clouds to the top of the ice peak, which is weak but impossible to look directly. Without the shackles of the palm shadow space, this line of dazzling ice light floated to Mo Yan's neck to form an ice-blue collar, and quickly spread upward to form a thin ice hood.

I want to hit the wall and die! After fighting with a king-level junior and being restrained in turn, Mo Yan was depressed about how to be reborn without looking for this girl. Bing Xuanli came out of his body, and the thin ice hood on his body instantly turned into nothing, but at this time, Han Jing's counterattacked again.

The sword light is pushed out like a stack of waves, turning into an ice-blue wave, like a snowy mountain flowing down from the top of a snowy mountain, ripples and a cheerful step.

Can Bing Xuanli also be given the flexibility of water? Mo Yan was shocked and his face twitched. With a slap, the ice-blue river was scattered into bright light and shadow, but strangely rushed towards the cold, which gave him a bad feeling.

When she just got out of the ice-blue river, her ice mysterious power was soon exhausted and became unsustainable. The sword spirit of the ice soul sword gushed out of the Dantian, and the eighth weight of her self-made skill circulated in her body, causing the energy of the scattered ice-blue river to rush back.

It seems that the seventh skill has not been completed, right? Han Jing was stunned for a moment and quickly put aside her miscellaneous thoughts and entered a state of selflessness. The sword spirit of the ice soul sword attracted the strong aura around her like a wild wave. Soon, it filled the ice mysterious power in her body, and her counterattack also took action.

The ice soul sword flew, and the ice mysterious power on the tip of the sword gushed out and turned into an ice dragon. In the shadow of Mo Yan's palm, there was a white fog like a cloud, and the water of Mo Yan's palm image quickly faded.

In this way, Mo Yan is really going to wipe his neck and committed suicide. With a roar, he raised his palm and smashed the powerful ice dragon, and his palm did not go away to Han Jing.

As soon as the anger of the master of heaven came out, Han Jing was also powerless to hide, and could only protect her body with the help of the ice sword. The ice-blue light enveloped her whole body, and it was also cracked under Mo Yan's palm. As long as she was hit by his palm, she could not protect her body even if she had an ice soul sword to protect her body.

At the critical moment, Mo Yan was stabbed in the back of his head by a long cold sword. His movements suddenly stopped, and then the tip of the sword revealed his eyebrows, and a red drop of blood hung on the ice crystal sword tip.

Han Jing thought she was dazzled. Under the control of the sword spirit, the ice sword quickly gushed out of the cold sword spirit to freeze Mo Yan, who was attacked, and directly froze Mo Yan into ice sculpture.

Her eyes moved behind Mo Yan, and Han Jing saw that Yu Shan's hand was still on the sword that stabbed Mo Yan. In a blink, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and said, "Fortunately, you always come to help in time, otherwise I will die."

"Sorry, girl, the old man was going to see if you could make a miracle again." Yushan apologized sincerely. Finally, he sighed, "The demon can't be like you!"