"What a pity, anger cannot bring you extra strength!" Facing Ao Fang, whose face had become cold, the white-haired man still had an easy-going smile on his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Buzz!" The spear swayed violently in the hands of the white-haired man. For artifacts that already possess the spirit of the artifact, they did not allow anyone except their master to use them, or even forcefully restrain themselves.

However, the artifact is not a living thing after all. Even if it has a spirit of the weapon, it is just a soul. They cannot move freely unless their owner is in danger. Just like when Liu Weiqiang attacked the Heavenly Demon Palace and fought against the three brothers Di Long, Liu Weiqiang was careless at that time and ignored the power of the three people's joint efforts, and almost died at the hands of the three brothers Di Long. Fortunately, the Blast Flame Sword automatically attacked Di Long and the others at an emergency, and Liu Weiqiang was lucky enough to save his life.

Of course, the protector of the artifact also depends on the object. If the opponent's strength is too strong, even a top-level artifact can't do anything to him. So if someone with super strength controls them, they will not be able to get rid of it, just like a spear at this time.

"To me, this spear is nothing more than ragged iron and is useless to me!" The white-haired man looked at the dark spear in his hand with disdain, and threw it at Ao Fang.

"Huh!" The spear flew, rolling up a sharp sound of wind, pointing directly to Ao Fang's head.

Facing the spear that was rushing towards him, Ao Fang's eyes didn't even blink.

"Huh!" When the spear came in front of him, Ao Fang's thoughts changed and the spear disappeared out of thin air.

This is the magic weapon, and the master only needs one thought to control it.

"You are the most powerful person I have ever met!" Ao Fang's voice sounded cold and bitter.

At this time, an almost invisible green light lit up under Ao Fang's clothes. That place was where Ao Fang was hit by the tail of the spear just now. Needless to say, the green light was known to be the origin of the wood that was repairing Ao Fang's broken sternum.

"The Origin of Wood!" The invisible light did not escape the sharp gaze of the white-haired man.

"What an enviable little guy. I remember that the people in the God Realm fought for the origin of wood, but I didn't expect that they were brought to the heaven by the three of us old guys!" The white-haired man had unknown envy in his eyes.

"Why is the owner so nice to this little guy?"

The white-haired man was still thinking.

"Huh!" As soon as Ao Fang finished speaking, he didn't wait for the white-haired man to answer. He grabbed his hands in the void. Two purple flames that were the size of a ping-pong ball appeared in Ao Fang's palm.

"Huh!" As soon as the thought changed, the two purple flames instantly became larger, becoming the size of a basketball.

Feeling the heat wave coming to his face and looking at the two purple fireballs in Ao Fang's hand, the white-haired man not only had a trace of fear, but the smile on his face became stronger.

"Just the Xuanxian Realm, the perception and control of the origin of fire have reached such a high level. He is indeed a genius!" The white-haired man smiled with a little relief and admiration.

"Do you want to burn me to death with the divine fire?" After calming down, the white-haired man focused his attention on Ao Fang again.

"I'm very honest and tell you, yes!" Ao Fang's face was so cold that it made people stand upright when they looked at it. With such a face, anyone familiar with Ao Fang should know that he really had murderous intent.

"Then I want to see if your divine fire is powerful or my vicious cold air is powerful!" The white-haired man laughed disapprovingly, smiling, imitating Ao Fang's appearance, grabbed his hands in the void, and two black fog appeared in the hands of the white-haired man.

"Jueshaqi?" Ao Fang was stunned. He seemed to have heard of this name somewhere.

"By the way, the information given to me by the master is recorded that the cold air is as cold as flames. This absolutely evil cold air is the same as the divine fire!" Ao Fang suddenly understood that at this time, he felt the cold air coming from the white-haired man and saw the black tangible cold air in the hands of the white-haired man.

This black cold aura Ao Fang is not unfamiliar with the snow beast that had fought with Ao Fang before, which emitted such cold aura, but it was obvious that the temperature of the cold aura in the man's hands was much stronger than that of the snow beast.

"Hmph!" Ao Fang snorted coldly, swung his left and right hands one after another, and two purple fireballs shot at the white-haired man, one left and one right. During the flight, the two fireballs gradually became larger.

The white-haired man didn't care, and like Ao Fang, he threw his hands out.

Almost at the same time, two purple fireballs and two black cold air collided silently, and neither side allowed anyone, and Juesha cold air became the same size as Ao Fang's purple divine fire.

From a distance, the entangled black and purple colors are so dazzling that even the entire temple is shining brightly.

Outside the temple, Ding Han had long been deeply attracted by the wonderful fight between Ao Fang and the white-haired man. The two of them had too much strength than him. Although they were all simple moves, the simpler the moves, the more powerful it could reflect the true strength of an extraordinary master. It is obvious that Ao Fang is such a master, and Ding Han's boss is even more of the masters.

"It's really a destruction to fight the boss's Juesha Han!" Ding Han looked at Ao Fang and the white-haired man in the air, and couldn't help but shake his head.

In the temple, Ao Fang's divine fire continued to fight with the white-haired man's savage cold energy. This is like two martial arts masters competing for internal strength. The divine fire and the savage cold energy are two different internal strengths. The internal strength is not endless, and the same is true for divine fire. Whether it is releasing Samadhi True Fire, Heavenly Fire, or Divine Fire, it requires the consumption of true energy and immortal energy. Such a competition is actually a big test for the immortal energy.

To resist or even offset the evil cold energy of the same level as the Divine Fire, the consumption of the immortal energy was even faster. The two of them had only been fighting for a few minutes, and sweat as big as beans on their foreheads had already oozed out of Ao Fang's forehead. On the other hand, the white-haired man was still the same as before, and was still so relaxed.

"My understanding of the origin of water is much higher than your understanding of the origin of fire. If you continue to compare this, your immortal energy will be consumed!" The white-haired man looked at Ao Fang from a distance and thought.

"But it's really not simple. The little Xuanxian can actually hold on for so long under my absolute cold air. Alas, those younger generations in the family are so miserable!" The white-haired man suddenly sighed with emotion.

Then, the white-haired man waved his hand gently, and two balls of evil cold air suddenly exploded, and he also detonated the two purple fireballs.

The drifting divine fire shot to the surrounding ice walls, and the ice walls were immediately burned out.

"Hmm? What's burning?" Ding Han, who was lying on the crack in the door, suddenly smelled a burning smell, stretched his nose and sniffed it everywhere. When he turned around, he realized that there was a mass of divine fire the size of a thumbnail on his butt.

"Help!" It can be seen that Ding Han was afraid of the divine fire. Seeing his butt being burned, Ding Han ran around the yard. Who knew that the flames became more and more prosperous.

Ding Han tried to release cold air to extinguish the divine fire on his butt, but he couldn't release the vicious cold air at all. How could the divine fire be extinguished immediately?

So Ding Han jumped up and hit the cold ground, and then rubbed his butt on the ground.

"Burn me to death!" Unfortunately, after all the efforts of the divine fire, the divine fire still did not go out.

Immediately, Ding Han didn't think much about it, and stood up, regardless of the white-haired man's instructions, and a hungry tiger pounced on the food and pushed open the gate of the Ice and Snow Temple with a hungry action.

"Help, boss, I'm almost turning into a roasted fish!"

Ding Han, who suddenly rushed in, temporarily interrupted the confrontation between Ao Fang and the white-haired man. In the competition just now, Juesha cold energy caused Ao Fang to consume a lot of immortal energy, and Ao Fang took the opportunity to secretly adjust his breathing.

Ding Han ran to the white-haired man and turned around the white-haired man.

The white-haired man kicked Ding Han a dog and ate shit with a look of defeat. Then, he waved his hand above Ding Han's butt, and the divine fire on Ding Han's butt was finally extinguished.

"call!"

Ding Han lay on the ground, gasping for breath, feeling like he was escaping from death.

"Stand aside!"

Hearing the white-haired man's words, Ding Han was surprisingly obedient and immediately stood up and stood respectfully aside.

"What a pity, your divine fire doesn't work for me!" The white-haired man might have been unintentional, but his words sounded very harsh to Ao Fang.

Ao Fang looked at the white-haired man without saying anything. He knew that the divine fire was useless against the white-haired man, and against a master like the white-haired man, using the divine fire was too much of an immortal energy, which was very unfavorable to him. Of course, Ao Fang would not be so stupid as to use it for the second time.

"Since that's the case..."

Everyone likes to exchange the lowest price for the highest return. The same is true for Aofang. After a competition, Aofang's attacks were stronger than the other, while Aofang's strongest attack had not yet been taken out.

At this time, Ao Fang no longer wanted to hide his weakness.

"Damn the sky and attack!" Ao Fang shouted softly and shot a seemingly ordinary straight punch at the white-haired man.

"Chi!" A punch was shot, and the space in front of Ao Fang immediately tore a crack of five meters long appeared.

The white-haired man was stunned, his smile slightly restrained. He waved his hand to Ding Han, who was already stunned by the appearance of the space crack behind him, and the two disappeared. At the same time, the space crack passed by the position where the white-haired man was originally standing. The ice sculptures behind the white-haired man, along with the hard ice wall, were all swallowed up by the space crack.

"Huh!" After the space crack passed, the white-haired man returned to his original position with Ding Han who looked dull in one hand.

"He avoided the attack of Destroy the Sky!" Ao Fang looked at the white-haired man in disbelief.

The attack of Destroyed Heaven, as Ao Fang's killer weapon, was shot without any bullets in all previous battles. Unexpectedly, this white-haired man was avoided today.

"He tore the space apart..." The white-haired man let go and Ding Han fell to the ground, but he felt no pain at all, and his eyes were always on Ao Fang.
Chapter completed!