"Ghost hand prison, now."

When the old man in black robe saw that Yang Xuan was going to run away and was about to catch up, he suddenly heard a familiar sound, which made his heartbeat miss half a beat.

Bursts of Yin Qi drilled out of the gap of blood armor on Yang Xuan's body, fell on the ground and spread around. Unexpectedly, ghost hands in the same depth grabbed the feet of the old man in black robe and dragged down.

"Fly puppet, kill him for me." When the old man in black saw that Yang Xuan used his moves to deal with himself, he was surprised and angry and shouted angrily at the flying puppet.

The flying puppet pounced on Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan had just finished his fingerprints. Seeing the flying puppet coming, he immediately raised his sword to fight.

Although his arms were numb for a while, fortunately, with the existence of blood armor, Yang Xuan's power could compete with flying puppets for a while.

But at this time, the flying puppet even ejected a green liquid from his mouth. Yang Xuan was caught off guard and poured all over his head and face.

Although there was blood armor isolation, these green liquids did not fall on Yang Xuan, but the pungent smell spread into Yang Xuan's nasal cavity. Yang Xuan only felt dizzy for a while. And the green liquid also blocked Yang Xuan's sight. In front of Yang Xuan, there was only green left.

Yang Xuan was just like raising his hand to wipe off these green liquids, but at this time, a strong force came from Yang Xuan's lower abdomen. Yang Xuan suddenly blacked in front of him, spit out a mouthful of blood, and slipped out along the gap on the blood armour.

Smelling the smell of blood, the flying puppet immediately became more excited. He hit Yang Xuan with his fists in a series of attacks. Unexpectedly, he smashed Yang Xuan out.

Yang Xuan fell to the ground and struggled to get up. Only then did he wipe off the green liquid on his face, but he saw the flying puppet rush towards him.

Yang Xuan hurriedly rolled to one side and looked at avoiding the blow of the flying puppet.

The flying puppet hit the ground with a fist, and unexpectedly smashed half of his arm into the hard rock. When it was ready to pull it out and start again with Yang Xuan, the temperature around suddenly fell in an instant.

On the ground, a thick layer of solid ice spread around with Yang Xuan as the center. When he came to the flying puppet, he wrapped the flying puppet.

The ice sculpture shook a few times, but it did not break away from the solid ice, but was firmly sealed.

There was snow and ice falling in the sky. A surprised look appeared on the old man's face. He shouted angrily around: "who, who, get out."

"Old corpse thief, I didn't expect you to bully children here when you are old. You really lost your face." A light voice rang.

"It's none of your business. You have the ability to show your origin. Fight me for 300 rounds. I'll let you see if you're ashamed." The old man jumped up and shouted to the sky.

On the other side, after hearing the light voice, Yang Xuan's face became strange.

"Oh? I'll see if you have the courage." The wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly became larger, and the snowflakes around gathered to form a portrait in front of Yang Xuan.

When the portrait was broken, a woman in a snow-white dress came out, with a piercing cold on her body, but a spring breeze smile on her face.

"Hey, hey, it's the anger of ice wind. I've heard a lot about it." Seeing the woman in front of him, the expression on the old man's face changed immediately.

"I don't need people like you to admire." The woman's tone was surprisingly inhumane.

"Why is the anger of the ice wind so unfeeling? My ghost sect respects a god king like you, but I don't know where the old man provoked you and asked you to do it yourself?" The old man didn't get angry, but responded without leakage. Just looking at his eyes, he kept scanning Yang Xuan and the woman back and forth, trying to guess their relationship.

"I just passed by and saw you bullying here. I can't watch it." The woman's face was a little strange and flustered.

However, the old man in black didn't notice the change of the woman's expression. Instead, he glanced at the woman and said, "is this little guy your mistress? It turns out that the frost queen likes this type, tut tut."

The old man's tone was gloomy and strange, which made the woman's eyebrows wrinkle. But when she just wanted to attack, she noticed that one hand held her wrist. She turned her head and saw that it was Yang Xuan.

"Old dog, I'm her lover. Do you have the seed to fight me?" Yang Xuan pointed to the old man in black and said arrogantly.

Beside him, the cheeks of the woman in white turned red.

"It's a man's business. Women don't meddle." Yang Xuan whispered to the woman in white beside him, but a bitter smile appeared on his face.

This woman was Wen Yun, the ice queen of Tianbei, who was taken away by Yang Xuan when she was in Tianbei.

Yang Xuan didn't expect that he was here, met her again, and was saved by her.

"Don't show off. This guy is called Fu corpse. He is a famous God General for many years. With your strength, he can't be his opponent." Wen Yun also whispered to Yang Xuan.

However, Yang Xuan took a step forward and protected Wen Yun behind him.

"Ha ha, it seems that he is a boy who knows how to love women. It's good." Helping the corpse was obscene and said to Yang Xuan with a smile: "however, when you are in bed, don't love women so much."

"If you say one more word, I'll take your dog's head." Yang Xuan immediately frowned, and there was anger in his eyes, and he scolded.

"Tut Tut, it seems that the frost queen still can't squeeze you dry. It's a dereliction of duty as a woman." The corpse continued, but before his voice fell, he saw Yang Xuan rushing towards him.

"Die." Yang Xuan roared. He was wrapped up by the Phoenix Sky fire, and the thunder wings fanned, pushing his speed to the extreme.

Seeing the corpse, he sneered and said, "ants are trying to shake the tree, overestimating their strength."

He said, two more Black Ghost hands appeared behind him, and a layer of shield formed by Yin Qi condensed on his body.

Yang Xuan had come to him, kicked it out and fell on the shield on the body of the corpse, but it just brought a layer of ripples.

Helping the corpse laughed. Two ghost hands behind him had grabbed Yang Xuan's ankle and smashed it hard towards the ground.

With a roar, Yang Xuan was embedded into the ground. But with a fierce force of his palms, the whole man soared up again, his knees forced, the whole man squatted down and hit the corpse with a fist.

"That's what you should do, old dog." As he spoke, he saw a burst of golden towering flame burst out on his fist, but after the flame rose, it was condensed again in an instant to form a layer of arm armor to wrap Yang Xuan's fist.