Dizun, why are you on fire again?

Chapter 927
In the snow-white sky, there are continuous sharp cold lights galloping and flying, and everyone's ears are full of the sound of ice hitting or breaking, and they can't help but feel that the originally cold surroundings , It's getting colder and colder.

A huge ice and snow palm descended from the sky with a bang, and the powerful air wave directly crushed and squeezed away all the wind and snow equipment under the palm, and the figures of Zangmengren and Han Guang appeared on the ice and snow field.

At this time, the Tibetan dreamer was standing on the giant ice and snow palm in the air, looking at Han Guang indifferently through the translucent palm print, and immediately pressed down quickly with his right palm wearing Suipo.

There were exclamations all around, and there was a bit of worry in the eyes of the gods of the moon night. This palm was struck after the deepening of the broken soul, and its power was dozens of times stronger than that of the empty palm. Times, it is difficult to guarantee that Han Guang can successfully resist this palm.

Han Ji also saw that the situation was not good, so he was trembling all over with anger, but he still shouted arrogantly: "Guang'er! Don't be afraid just because the other party is holding the tree demon tree fetish, you are the god of moon night, Your ability is enough for you to crush all Xuanwu gods!"

"Hmph." Hearing Han Ju say this, the Tibetan dreamer felt even more sarcasm in his heart. Isn't Han Ju telling everyone that Han Meng relied on Suipo to have such strength.

However, Cangmengren doesn't care whether he relies on Suipong himself or not, no matter what method he uses, as long as he can win the competition before him, it will be enough to discredit Han Ji and make Han Zhan proud of his son.

Thinking of this, the Tibetan dreamer narrowed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and a more turbulent divine power surged directly from the Tibetan dreamer's left arm to the palm, and then the Tibetan dreamer's left palm pressed hard against the back of the right palm. , the ice and snow giant palm suddenly let out an extremely dull roar, and the violent air wave swept out crazily, the coverage area increased by more than three times in an instant, and the falling speed became even faster!
This slap made Han Ji's face pale with fright, he quickly shut his mouth, and dared not speak any more, for fear of angering Mengmengmen and causing Mengmengmen to do something crazy again.

Han Guang gritted his teeth, the giant palm landed so fast and covered such a wide area, he couldn't escape with speed at all, the only way was to resist hard.

"It's not that easy!" Han Guang raised his head to the sky and screamed. The extremely orthodox blood in his body suddenly played a role at this time, and a purer and stronger power of profound cold than Tibetan Mengren suddenly surged from his body And out, and the majestic and violent ice front is like hundreds of millions of chaotic blades, rolling upwards densely.

In this mad blade, Han Guang stepped on the ground with his right foot!
In vain, a ten thousand zhang iceberg was uprooted from the ground, accompanied by countless chaotic blades, and the countless peaks of the iceberg also rose into the sky.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the giant palm of ice and snow and the peak of the chaotic blade penetrated each other in an instant. Han Guang continued to press down.

Accompanied by the deafening sound, countless frost blades shot out randomly, and the vast snowy sky turned into a turbulent time and space of ice, light and blade shadows, and the earth trembled violently at this moment.

I don't know how many low-cultivation fighters and gods were seriously injured in this collision, because in this turbulent shooting, there are also pieces of blood, and in the howling wind, there are also pieces of blood. There were terrifying screams one after another.

The naked eye could no longer see anything. Fortunately, the gods with higher cultivation bases were all watching the battle with their divine sense, so it didn't affect their interest.

In the violent turbulence, a large irregular palm print was pressed on the ice and snow field, the pit was deep and wide, and the irregularity of the palm print was due to the rising of the iceberg, crowding out the energy of the palm print.

At this moment, Han Guang hunched over, standing in the deep pit of the palm prints, gasping for breath. Ripples are swaying, being blown by the wind and spreading away.

And above the sky, the Tibetan Dreamer's figure is also crumbling, his robes are already in tatters, and hideous bloodstains are all over his body, almost no piece of flesh is complete, except for the broken palms.

However, at this time, Tibetan Mengren's hands were trembling, which proved that even with the protection of the broken soul, the energy of Han Guang still vibrated in, and his palms must be unbearable.

Seeing this, Han Ju hurriedly shouted: "Guang'er, take advantage of the victory to pursue! Han Meng is already seriously injured!"

However, Han Guang was still panting violently, completely indifferent, his breath was extremely messy.

On the contrary, although the voice of the Tibetan dreamer trembled slightly, his breath was not disturbed. He said coldly: "Han Guang, this is your strength? But I haven't tried my best yet."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings were full of horror.

It turned out that the palm of the Tibetan dreamer directly vibrated and hurt Han Guang's inside, while Han Guang's chaotic blade only hurt the outer surface of the Tibetan dreamer!
Under the horrified eyes of the cold situation, the Tibetan dreamer was suddenly in the turbulent flow of space, and even though the wanton chaotic ice blades cut himself more wounds, he also quickly approached Han Guang!

The dream hider stood above Han Guang's head, and pressed his right palm directly on Han Guang's heavenly spirit, then the dream hider quickly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep under the attention of all the people!
"What is he doing?"

"Could it be that he has lost his divine power?"

Amid all the discussions, everyone finally found the reason, because they saw that Han Guang also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and when Tibetan Mengren raised his right hand, Han Guang actually followed suit!

However, at this time, Han Guang had a sharp Xuanhan Ice Sword in his hand.

Then, Tibetan Dreamer turned his right hand inward, and Han Guang followed suit, and the tip of Xuanhan Bingjian pointed at Han Guang's eyebrows!
Not only was everyone horrified, but even Han Ji went crazy. The Mengmeng man controlled Han Guang's behavior with his dream, and wanted Han Guang to penetrate his brain. Even if he didn't die immediately, his vitality would be seriously injured!
He can no longer care about whether his own face is still there, let alone Yue Ye Zhenyu's face, the safety of his son is naturally the most important thing.

"Stop!" Annoyed by the cold situation, he stomped on his toes, and rushed towards the Tibetan dreamer with an unprecedented violent killing intent. Countless ice and snow coiled around him, like a god of death on ice.

"Er dare!" Not only Han Ji, but also his eldest son Han Hui and second son Han Fu followed suit.

The momentum of the three of them really reached the extreme, and their arrogance has reached the point where they will not stop unless they kill Mengmengren in one fell swoop.

The life of the Tibetan dreamer is about to disappear at this moment.

(End of this chapter)