Against the Sky Game System

Oh.

The figure of the white young man disappeared instantly.

It disappears like that, silently.

"Hurry." Lin Tianyao smashed.

He knew the white young man was not silent, but he was too fast to keep up with his eyes.

Oh.

Lin Tianyao's hand was purple concentrated in front of him.

Whoosh. Almost purple inflammation coagulates, and the palm of the white zebra has been attacked.

In an instant, the palm passed over Xiaoyan in front of Lin Tianyao and went straight to Lin Tianyao.

Your palm passes, and the purple inflammation is frozen. "How is this possible." Lin Tianyao's face changed.

I haven't replied yet.I just felt pain in my chest and was bombarded.

"Hey." Lin Tianyao spat out a bloody mouth and was directly smashed by dozens of meters.

"Quantity." Xiao Yigang snorted firmly, then cooled down.

Looking at the eyes and chest, palm lines are unusual.

The palm prints around, and the ice freezes.

The breath of ice blew directly into his internal organs, and he wanted to freeze the blood in his whole body.

"Okay." Lin Tianyao glanced.

The surrounding soldiers were also shocked.

"It's so powerful, it's not a tribute. Even if it's a move, it's going to fail, it's going to win the ice."

A few dozen meters ago, the young man in white was holding an ice shield.

"Is it easy to be purple?" A trace of disdain flashed across the white man's face, "but that's it."

"And, to correct your sentence."

"The ice decree is not for those who have the opportunity, but for those who have the ability."

"Ice is something of our Ice Palace."

"Respected? Ice Palace?" Lin Tianyao wiped the blood from his mouth, the flames of his body trembled, instantly dispelling the cold air from his body.

Uh. The next second, the number suddenly disappeared.

"Huh?" The white man frowned, because he found that he couldn't grasp this simple figure for the time being.

The next second, a bang. A loud bang.

The young man, who was white, only felt pain in his chest and was hit with a fist.

"Take me away." Lin Tianyao waved his hand.

The initially frozen purple smolders, burning off the ice in an instant.

Seeing it clearly, Lin Tianyao's fist, the mixed flame, was no longer purple, but a fierce golden color.

On the other hand, the ice decree, which was originally taken away, reappeared.

"Is it the imperial rule of the Ice Palace? But so." Lin Tianyao sneered.

A cold and mixed voice of contempt rang out in front of the audience.

But listening to the white young man's ear was like a hot slap.

"You." The young man in white looked at Lin Tianyao.

For the next second, I saw the fist in my eyes and the flames of flames raging around the fist.

"Disperse." The young man in white sighed coldly, forcibly dissipating the flames of his fists.

"This is some power." The young man in white said in a weak voice.

"But that's it."

When the voice fell, the young man shot again.

Caucasian, palm explosion, palm, white light young man.

In the white light, there is a deep ice full of extremes.

"Huh?" Lin Tianyao's eyes widened.

He clearly felt the deadly threat of this palm.

The palm of this white young man is at least a higher-level martial arts of the Holy Order, or even stronger.

This powerful martial art, with such amazing power, can be easily created.

The strength of this man is very strong.

However, Lin Tianyao was still not afraid, but the war was more intense.