Vol 5 Chapter 853: Daozu-level monk's battle

With the appearance of Han Chengdao, the entire battlefield is instantly dead, whether it is the monks who are alive, or the people of the Hanshan tribe, can clearly feel that from the body of the cold, the turbulent The embarrassing pressure, although there is no deliberate move, but it is like an invisible mountain, so that everyone can breathe.
Even the ancestors of the dragons who revealed the body were slightly shivering, and when they looked to the cold, they had unprecedented dignity and shock.
"His injury... How could it be healed?!"
The heart of the dragon ancestors was horrified, and his face was more and more gloomy. However, the cold road did not pay attention to him. When he turned around, his eyes stopped on Luoyang.
"The great grace of the little friends, we have remembered the generations of the Hanshan tribes, thank you!"
I didn’t pay attention to the shocking eyes of the people around me. As a sacred monk in the ancestral level, in such a crowded view, bowing to Luoyang, not the slightest ancestral monk’s arrogant color, but full of grateful appearance. .
For a time, the whole world was caught in a strange silence, even if the means that Luo Yang showed before was so amazing, for everyone, there is no shock in front of this scene!
Even the people of the Hanshan tribe are also looking dull, with an incredible color in their eyes, and the little mouth of the cold child is round, as if they saw something incredible.
And Luo Yang is also a slight glimpse, even if he is himself, did not expect that the cold will be such a move.
"Hung old predecessors, you are heavy, Luo Mou is only doing what you can, only if the cold old predecessors arrived in time, I am afraid that Luo Mou has already fled this place."
Luo Yang smiled bitterly, shaking his head and opening a door, a stone charm emerged from his palm, and it was the mysterious stone character that was handed to him before the cold road.
With this stone symbol in hand, you can directly mobilize at any time, leaving from here, this is also the last refuge of Luo Yang, if not, he will not be crazy to fight with the Taoist monk.
"Even so, in the face of the pressure of the heavens, we can fight for the next line of life for our Hanshan tribe. This kind of courage is not something that ordinary people can have."
The gratitude of Han Chengdao did not decrease, but instead looked positive and said seriously.
As a monk in heaven, he is naturally aware of how terrible the monks are, and Luoyang can delay the Horsan tribe for a long time. This kind of move has already made him a gentleman. .
But as he was about to continue to speak, the huge dragon on the side suddenly sneered, and the horrible pressure swept out.
"If you are grateful, let's talk about it later. Anyway, on Huangquan Road, you have time to discuss these ridiculous things."
The voice of the dragon was spread throughout the battlefield, and the hearts of the people were lifted again. The monks who had already stopped their hands were once again killed together.
"Little friends, the next thing is that our Hanshan tribe has a kind of grievance with them. You don't have to shoot a small friend."
After Luo Yang slightly hugged his fist, the cold Chengdao turned around, and his eyes looked like a horror. When he fell on the dragon, it showed a little cold.
"The old man is going to have a look, what kind of cards do you have in the veins, and dare to let go in front of our Hanshan tribe!"
The voice of Han Chengdao falls, and the foot is stepping out. When every step of his fall, the snow between the heavens and the earth is a heavy one. In a short moment, all the heavens and the earth are turned into a piece. The world of snow and ice.
"This ancestors don't believe, your injury will be cured!"
Feeling the volatility of the cold in the body, the face of the dragon ancestors changed slightly, but it was still a sneer, the wings on the back suddenly shocked, and a fierce wind whistled.
"Millennium!"
Xiaolong’s mouth sighed low, and the storm between heaven and earth seemed to be turned into a wind blade. In the snow of the sky, it fell to the cold road!
Although it is only the wind blade that is condensed by the wind, every wind blade has a gust of ventilating flow. When it whispers, it is enough to tear the whole world, and cut the endless time and space. Han Chengdao is in front of him.
Looking at this scene, Luo Yang’s look in the distance is also dignified. Even if he has an indestructible body, he is not sure whether he can take the attack. Even so, Luo Yang is still staring at the dragons and the ancestors and Han Chengdao. For him, it is also a great spleen to observe the two ancestors.
Under the gaze of Luo Yang's gaze, Han Chengdao's look is calm and calm. The original old face seems to have a radiant appearance. When the right hand is slightly pointed toward the front, a raging dragon will instantly fly out. , collided with the wind blade.
boom! !
The violent roars shook the heavens and the earth. Although the techniques used by the two were just ordinary, they could be used in the hands of both of them, but they played the power to destroy the earth. It was only after the aftermath of the wave, it was already broken. Mountain and river world!
The vibration of the boulevard rang through the clouds, which is no longer an ordinary method of confrontation, but the collision of the heavens and the earth!
"Flying snow!"
Han Chengdao’s mouth sighed low, and the wind and snow in the sky suddenly stopped, but the next moment it would be like a flood, pouring down from the sky. In the twinkling of an eye, the dragon was drowned in the world of whiteness. .
"what!!!"
The sound of screams spread throughout the battlefield through the wind and snow. When the eyes of the road looked at it quickly, they saw the depths of the wind and the snow, and the figure of a wolf was hurriedly escaped, although it was still the appearance of Xiaolong. But it has been reduced by dozens of times, as if it has been hit hard, and even the breath is wilting.
"Dragons ancestors ...... He lost?"
Seeing this scene in front of us, those monks who are full of spirits are shocked by the look, and the face has an incredible color, while the people of the Hanshan tribe are full of morale, and they are even more crazy when they are shot.
"Since it is here, don't leave."
The sound of Han Chengdao was indifferent, and when he looked at the dragon that escaped from the wolf, the long sleeves suddenly slammed, and the snow between the heavens and the earth whizzed out and chased toward the dragon.
"Hey, what time do you guys have to watch the show!!"
I noticed the killing of the cold road, and the look of the dragon ancestors changed, and I couldn’t care for the others. I quickly shouted.
As soon as his voice fell, a horrible violent pressure swept out, even if it was the coldness of the peak monk in the early days of the heavens, his face changed dramatically!