The wind and thunder fell to the ground, which was even more incredible.

He is also a powerful man who has been famous for a long time. No matter how trash he is, he will not be able to withstand a single move, right?

"Come again!"

Wind and thunder do not believe in evil, and thunder and lightning in the palm condenses again.

Jing Yue shook his head helplessly.

Extend your right hand and grab it slightly.

A huge thunder and lightning palm suddenly formed in front of Feng Lei.

With a sudden pinch, he directly crushed the lightning that had just gathered in the wind and thunder.

"I'll do it!"

He Xi's fighting spirit slowly drew out his spiritual sword and rushed towards Jing Yue.

"Fight from heaven."

Jing Yue pointed to the sky and flew up first.

"My sword has been cured for fifty years."

"If you can be unscathed with this move, I would like to respect you!"

The black clothes in the river and stream seemed to be integrated with the night sky.

The spiritual sword in his hand turned, and as the moonlight reflected, a cold light shot into Jing Yue's eyes.

Hexi held the hilt of the sword tightly in his palm, and his true energy kept pouring into the spiritual sword in a specific way.

Around the spiritual sword, the cold sword light gradually took shape.

“Buzz…”

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The spirit sword kept trembling, and the sword light spreading all over the body became more and more powerful.

"This move is called the Cold Sword!"

The river growled low.

The temperature drops sharply in the surrounding space.
Chapter completed!