Vol 3 Chapter 861: Whose misfortune

In the distance, the Ximen Leopard's pupil was slightly shrunk, and the eyes were slightly wrong. He whispered: "This guy has experienced what he has experienced in a year, and he has taken a chance."
Popular, but it is slightly ugly, whispered: "This guy, have practiced this boxing method in a year, it is too disappointing."
The power of boxing is fierce. For a knife, it is left-handed, and it is impossible to win without snow.
Suspended and stopped, the look of the white snow-free face became dignified, and his eyes looked toward Xiao Chen, no longer the first sight.
"I don't see you for a year. It seems that not only do I get the adventure, but you are not easy. But with these, you still have to lose!"
The face was sunken, and the white snow was turned into a cold light. The place where it passed left a crystal light band in the air, and the cold light overflowed.
In the midst of it, the saints once again sat in love with the void, and the cold light circulated, exuding the inexhaustible majesty.
The cold light flashed, the goose feathers and snow, once again drifting in the sky, the white snowless moment came to the front of Xiao Chen, directly printed a past.
He can't believe that Xiao Chen's ten times of combat power can continue to be used. On the close combat, he is absolutely dominant.
Guess the beginning, but did not guess the end, the gods can not continue to use, can be close to fight, that is not only his white snow-free advantage.
The two quickly wrestled, and the sound of the fight, there was a burst of loud noise, thunder and cold touch, bursting out a circle of horrible waves.
Soon, the aftermath of the two men’s battles flattened the entire hill directly. In the snow, a thunder and lightning flashed, creating a wonderful sight.
After the moment, the two men have made hundreds of moves, and they have not allowed each other to fight each other. They will never step back and let the other side have the opportunity to take advantage of it.
Xiao Chen's Lei Bu, as well as the white snow-free mysterious cold light footwork, in the void, have played the ultimate.
Those who have less eyesight will not even see the shadows of the two. If it is not the vision of the monk in the space, there will be a loud noise that goes straight into the heart. No one will think that there is a terrible battle here.
The dance of snow, full of flowers!
Ningxue into flowers, thousands of holy ice flowers, gently rotating, with endless murder, forming a beautiful storm, swept away toward Xiaochen.
Pneumatic burning, Qingyun burns the sky!
Xiao Chen is not afraid, directly burns his strength in half, Qingtian seems to be burned, there is a real dragon rolling in it, and a dragon claw falls from the sky.
Thousands of flowers broke, forming countless pieces of ice, overflowing and going toward the Eight Senses.
Snow dance, flowers are blooming!
Bai Wuxue was broken and immediately made the second move. Hundreds of flowers, roses, peony, cuckoo, phoenix, and laurels prevailed.
Form a large array of flowers, to accommodate one side of the world, want to directly cover Xiao Chen.
When the face was heavy, Xiao Chen did not hesitate, and directly used the Peng Peng, the huge shadows covered, and the breath of the ancient 鲲鹏.
Yan Peng's wings are hateful!
The burst of flowers and flowers was broken, and Xiao Chen’s fist broke the trick, and continued to kill with Bai Wuxue.
Such a thrilling battle, the crowd of the onlookers retreat more than 3,000 meters, looks very strange.
Originally thought that the battle will soon end, Wan did not expect to be so fierce, this is considered to be defeated Xiao Chen, not only came, but also Bai Wuxue forced to such a point.
A trick is to break a trick, and it doesn't take any advantage at all.
On the hundreds of strokes, the same is still the same, Xiao Chen lost patience, a punch slammed white without snow, immediately flew away, his eyes looked cold with white snow.
"If you only have such strength, then I can see that."
Turning his hand, the slender moonshadow knife appeared in the palm of Xiao Chen.
This knife is everywhere, the crowd came and screamed, and suddenly thought, Xiao Chen is still a knife.
The first knife knives in the south were popular, and Wang Meng, who made the knife in the seven giants, immediately brightened his eyes and quickly looked at the past.
Bai Wuxue looked at Xiao Chen, who took out the moonshadow knife. His face was still calm. He still had a card, and he believed that as long as the card was thrown out.
Regardless of the strength of Xiao Chen, it is impossible to change the ending. From the beginning, it was doomed to Xiao Chen’s failure.
boom!
The moonshadow knife came out of the sheath, and a thunder immediately smashed the sky, and the endless thunderclouds rolled over, and soon the thick black clouds reached a hundred miles, which seemed to be shocking.
At the moment when the electric light flashed, Xiao Chen used the sword of the Qing Emperor to skillfully use it in the starting style of the Thunderbolt.
The white snow-free face changed slightly, and I suddenly found out that this plain and unscrupulous knife could not even see the specific trajectory. I don’t know where Xiao Chen will come from.
Whizzing!
There was a horrified look in his eyes, and he quickly flew backwards, but everything was too late.
The purple light flickers, a knife light, scratching the white body of the snow-free chest, and the heavy armor is on the inner armor he wears.
The roaring thunder sounded, and the endless electric light exploded from the knife. The white snow-free body, like a cannonball, was directly blown out.
"How is it possible, how does this knife come out?"
Stunning, the martial artists who used the knives all yelled. Even the wind and the wind, Wang Meng three people are a little excited, his eyes look complicated.
"I haven't seen you for a year, and your knife hasn't disappointed."
In the popular mouth, he muttered, the pity of the corner of his eyes is more intense, saying: "If there is no snow, no comprehension of the will, you may really win this battle."
Others who know the inside story of Bai Wuxue also have a burst of pity in their eyes.
After making the moon shadow knife, Xiao Chen, once hit a hand, has completely occupied the upper hand.
The new thunderbolt knives pressed the white snow-free festival to retreat, and a thunder and lightning formed a madness in his body. Crazy roar, the horrible power, let the white snow-free momentum fall to the bottom, and can no longer fly.
The previous disdain and calmness disappeared, and the suppressed wolf was incomparable.
Hundreds of thunder and lightning smashed into one, and a little bit of golden light bloomed. With the thunder of Xiao Chen, it turned into a knife and swept toward the white snow.
White snow-free teeth and hard support, the saint sitting at the top of the head, swinging a palm, a snow-capped mountain directly in front of the white snow-free body.
Gently leaping, the white snow-free body coincides with the sacred shadow of the saint, and the treasure is solemn, sitting directly on the mountain.
The landmines looted and the electric light split, and the snow mountain vision began to sway and seemed to collapse at any time.
The white snow-free with the sacred shadow of the sage, the face was quiet, the eyes were cold, and suddenly stood up, and Scorpio seemed to be raised a lot in an instant.
The white snow-free fall of the bottom of the valley, flying above, flying up, the dark clouds above his head resisted for a while, and his momentum directly teared open.
The sun is hanging down, white snow is standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains, the wind is perfect, like the of ice and snow, a crystal clear aura flows out from his feet.
The crumbling snow-capped mountains became hard and firm in an instant, and an anti-seismic force ejected directly, directly exploding the stout thunder and lightning.
"Come here!"
White snow-free cold, his eyes lifted, the warrior swept by his sight, immediately felt that the lingering ice cold appeared in the sea of ​​knowledge, the snow mountain collapsed, the vision of endless storm, entangled in his mind .
"It is the will, the ice will!"
"White Snow does not really understand the will of the ice."
"It's no wonder that he can, annihilate Wu Sheng, a person with a will, and it is generally easier to eat and drink in a cross-border battle."
The fear that is felt from the spiritual level makes the surrounding warriors all exclaimed in unison. It has long been rumored that Bai Wuxue has realized the will of the ice, but rumors are rumors after all. After seeing it at this moment, it is no doubt that it is not a big surprise.
The Simon's leopard's mouth couldn't help but reveal a sneer, saying: "This guy, after all, still forced white snow to make the ice will, but unfortunately can not kill him, it is a pity."
Popular and other people, slightly sigh, shaking his head, willing to go out, and then the big advantage will vanish, Xiao Chen is also defeated and defeated, it is estimated that it is impossible to escape.
The water Lingling on the Xuanyang bird, the face is quiet and terrible, the purple diamond bow does not know when it appears in his right hand, the five fingers clenched, the bow handle is almost pinched off by her!
Only An Junxi, on the other mountain peak, did not change his look. From Xiao Chen’s robbing knife, he completely determined some of the speculations in his heart.
"No matter how amazing you are, the nature is perfect, the air is loaded, and the challenge is that my snow is destined to be your misfortune, die!"
The murderous flash in the eyes, the white snow without the light shining, reaching for a finger, the white light of the eyebrows surging, the brilliance of the will forms a circle of white aura in a visible way, and it is extinguished.
The eyebrows are bright and bright, and a sleek ice-small sword follows the white snow-free fingers toward Xiao Chen.
This is his willing form, the ice-small sword but the slap in the face, the energy that can be swallowed, as if the space is constantly shaking, always torn.
The huge pressure was shrouded in the darkness of the morning, and behind the ice sword, it seemed that there was a torrent of snow and ice, and the rumbling was like a thousand horses.
Many people are extremely intolerant of their closed eyes, and another unborn genius is going to fall. The martial arts flourishing world is not only the best stage for genius, but also the tomb of countless geniuses.
Looking at the ice sword, Xiao Chen smiled and whispered: "I thought there was a card, it was this, and the will seems like me."
Knowing the purple ray in the sea, after a round of rotation, it will whistle away from the eyebrows. The huge pressure, in the face of the immortal thunder will, disappeared in an instant.
The time that didn't surprise everyone, Fu Xi was in the middle of the squad, and ran into the ice sword, a crisp crack sounded.
The white snow-free will of the will, directly broken into two halves, a flash of purple light.
On the top of the snow-capped mountains, white snow did not spit out a blood, and the horror in the eyes had not come to say it, and it was completely bombarded by the purple ray.
The thunder bursts, the immortal will shines out, and the snow-capped mountains melt directly. The wind and waves are tumbling, and the white snow-free body flies for five kilometers, hitting a cliff on the top of a mountain.
With a bang, the mountain peaked into two pieces at once, and the big mountain head collapsed toward the ground.
Xiao Chen whistling away, Fu Yu automatically returned to his knowledge of the sea, a knife swayed, the knife is like a slanting moon that cuts the sky, and the fallen hill is directly split into two halves.
The body floated gently, and Xiao Chen was on the top of the hill and fell to the full of scars. The blood in his mouth was not over, and the white snow was not so much.
In the eyes of everyone, Xiao Chen kicked a kick and kicked it directly from the mountainside, such as sandbags.
Looking at the people like a waste, the white snow that Xiao Chen was free to fly, think about Bai Wuxue who is going to challenge him, it is his misfortune, can not help but feel ironic.