Vol 3 Chapter 753: I am humble and dignified.

The ice giant in the void is like an iceberg, not only with endless chills, but also with unrivaled strength.
It was a semi-sacred, and the terror of the real yuan, Xiao Chen’s repair was much worse than it.
The situation is extremely critical. Xiao Chen, who has just been smashed by the turbulence, looks at another time when the ice palm does not give it consideration, and brings all the remaining strength together.
With arms crossed, dragons and tigers screaming, and the potential of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, can only resist this move.
boom!
Xiao Chen flew out, and there was a trace of blood on his mouth. People like a kite flew backwards.
White no snow is slightly wrong, the power of the ice and big handprints is enough to match the general heavenly martial arts. He made it out, but he did not directly kill Xiao Chen.
The real yuan swayed, and could not help but increase the strength of the five to 70%, and the emptiness of the cold was boiling, forming a more huge ice palm to the shadow of Xiao Chen.
The giant palm just appeared on the head of Xiao Chen, forming it out of thin air, and simply did not give Xiao Chen a chance to dodge, and directly enveloped him.
Rubbing!
Just when Xiao Chen was preparing to make the Taiji yin and yang flame map, the ice-cold giant palm pressed down like an iceberg suddenly fell apart and turned into a snow flake.
Xiao Chen looked up and saw the distant Xuanyang bird. A purple woman holding a purple longbow, her face was cold, proud and standing, and the whole body was floating with a faint Huaguang.
The eyes were cold, and Shui Lingling pulled the bow and pulled the string. It was shot against the white snow.
Snoring!
Between the heavens and the earth, a fire glides like a meteor, and it is fleeting. It is so fast that people can't capture the distance of the fire.
White Snow has always been calm and unrelenting, revealing a dignified color, his hands are fast-printing, and the surrounding wind whistling, forming a whirlwind enchantment in front of him.
The flames of the arrow slammed into it, and the sound of earth-shattering sounded, and the mountains of the giant Jianfeng swayed violently.
The infinite temperament swept out and flew out the standing disciples around.
The purple light flickering, the water Lingling's body shape fell on the platform, facing the white snowless road: "White without snow, you forgot where it is here, dare to face the disciples of our Tianzong."
The wind and snow dissipated, and Bai Wuxue smiled softly: "Nature has not forgotten. Here is the giant Jianfeng. I can challenge any disciple of Tianzong if I knock on the bell."
Someone turned to look at it and saw the old bell. I don’t know when to start swinging around, but I didn’t make any noise.
"Forehead, this clock seems to be broken, and I can't knock out the sound." Bai Wuxue pretended to be extremely surprised, some exaggerated.
"But no matter what, the bell has been shaken, you can let it go, unless the person admits defeat, or is killed by me, you can't appear on the ring according to regulations."
Bai Wuxue had expected this situation long ago, standing with his hands on his back, watching Shui Lingling say without hesitation.
Shui Lingling's look changed, she didn't expect that white snow was so difficult, and she blocked all her words.
"Ha ha ha, I am joking, so I really don't bother to kill him. Xiao Chen keeps your life, my brother will pick it up."
White snow-free moody, completely did not put Xiao Chen in the eyes, suddenly laughed, and Wanfeng quickly left the place.
"Two brothers, how did you let go of the kid, just such a good opportunity." Wan Feng asked inexplicably.
White no snow faint road: "No chance, the best two chances, have been hiding by this kid, Shui Lingling appeared, do you think she really will watch me kill the kid?"
Xiao Chen looked gloomy, watching the back of the white snow-free, the remaining strength of the body, all burning.
The blood rushes, like the rivers and rivers, rolling, the emperor's gas hidden in the blood of the emperor, and burst out, the momentum of the whole person suddenly rises.
On the top of Tianmen, there was a blue smoke that went straight to Jiuyi. After Cangjing refining the body and promoted to the seventh weight, Xiao Chen burned all his strength without reservation.
The blue smoke floated, and a blue flame spread quickly. The blue sky was burnt into cyan in an instant, and the layers of the dragon rolled.
Bai Wuxue, who was rushing away, suddenly stopped in the air, his face was dignified, and there was no sign to the sky.
The palm of the hand is transparent like ice, and the cold light is smashing. His reaction speed is already very fast, but it is still slower. The real yuan can't be fully mobilized in a short time, and the palm has just been halfway out.
It was descended from the sky, carrying a blue dragon fist that rolled Longwei, and blew it back.
In the midair, there was a loud bang, and the earth was shaking. The whole emptiness was trembled, and the horrible energy of the power was radiated. I felt a little hearted by the many disciples who were far away.
White no snow only felt the arm numb, unable to stop the vibration, the strength of the dragon fist uploaded, and even less than three million pounds.
Under the circumstance of prevention, with his cultivation, there is no way to resist it. The bones in the right arm are faint and painful, and there is a crack in the tiny broken sound.
The Wanfeng around him was even more unbearable. He was swept by Yu Bo. The whole person flew out like a cannonball and crashed into a distant mountain.
On the Great Sword Peak, all the disciples looked at Xiao Chen like a madman. He dared to shoot white snow.
Who is Bai Wuxue, one of the seven giants of the Tianwu domain youth generation, young and famous, and occupying the top ten positions of Tianjiao.
He is the most dazzling group of people in the martial arts, the heroes of the Terran Warriors, and his reputation is even higher than that of Shui Lingling.
No matter whether you come and bring it, even the elders of the other nine-class Zongmen do not dare to offend, only to be polite.
Because he is likely to be the future Emperor Wu, offending him is offending an Emperor, the consequences are unimaginable, no one is willing to deal with them.
Even if he shot the attack on Xiao Chen, the blue elders on the giant sword peak, seeing the white snow-free hand, did not dare to say anything, only to be calm.
Strong as Shuiling Ling, the chief disciple of Tian Tianzong, one of the seven giants, seeing that there is no snow to go without blocking.
Xiao Chen, an inside disciple, a knifeman who is only in the realm of the Chinese royal family, he actually shot against the white snow, and it is still so embarrassing.
"White no snow, no one is joking with you. Since you gave up this battle, I will definitely go to the cathode sect in the next day, and I will ring the bell in the righteousness."
White clothes, flying in the wind, Xiao Chen looked at the white snow, a word, a powerful saying.
He doesn't know what the seven giants are, and he doesn't know what the future emperor is, and he is not afraid of offending people.
He only knows the basic principle of being a martial artist. When someone else hits a sneak attack, he must fight back.
You can't be afraid of this, because you are afraid of timidity, let yourself be uncomfortable and let yourself be wronged.
Obviously, you are going to kill you. If you want to kill you with your hands, how can you end a joke? How can you cover up with all your disdain?
Even if he is humble again, he also has his own minimum dignity. He is a knife-knife, and he is not bent!
The right arm was extremely painful, and Bai Wuxue forcibly resisted the desire to shoot Xiao Chen on the spot. The cold voice: "Even if Wang Meng does not dare to go to the cathode to ring the bell, my kid is more arrogant than him."
"Don't let me wait too long, otherwise I will take the initiative to take off your head."