Chapter 508

Although the ice hockey is only the size of a table tennis ball, and its momentum is not fast, there is a thick frost like fog around it, which surrounds it.

From the ice's hand, he flew to the waste, but he pulled out a long and cold fog ribbon and directly attacked the waste's chest.

Seeing this prestige, even brother Huo couldn't help praising: "Xiaobing, it seems that your ice skill has improved a lot."

"Brother Huo flattered me. I just understood some more." Bingkou was modest, but his face was a little proud. Obviously, he was very satisfied with his ice freezing skill.

In a flash, when he looked at the waste, he had turned into a cruel sneer: "when you freeze you into a popsicle later, you will know what this weapon in my hand is for!"

In fact, he didn't say so, and he had already guessed what the strange weapon in his hand was for.

That thing, he used to smash ice!

Just because he froze people into popsicles, and then hit them with a weapon similar to a meteor hammer in his hand. Whoever you are, you will be torn apart.

But to his surprise, vanity not only had no fear, but also smiled happily.

"With such a small ice hockey and such a temperature, are you funny or ready to play children's family games?"

As he said this, he seemed to be careless and punched directly, but he flew straight at the ice hockey.

I saw that the ice hockey at the moment, although the core part of the ice hockey is still the size of a table tennis ball, its periphery has been condensed by the rolling cold fog and turned into a giant ice hockey a few points larger than a basketball, which is hitting in vain.

"Oh?" On one side, brother Huo was stunned when he saw this situation. He looked at vanity unexpectedly. He didn't know whether he was shocked by the arrogant action of vanity or speechless by the arrogant words of vanity.

To tell the truth, even when his body is at its best, he doesn't dare to take this terrible ice hockey with his bare hands.

But is it crazy for him to dare to do so even though he has been poisoned?

Or is he not poisoned at all, and everything he showed before is hiding his strength?

Such an idea flashed through his mind, but he quickly threw it behind him, because he didn't believe that waste was not poisoned. If it was not poisoned, how could he have been delaying time.

Isn't he afraid that after the fangs come, the three of them will besiege him?

Therefore, he must have been poisoned, and this punch was just his bluff!

As soon as he read this, he suddenly smiled bitterly, but muttered in his heart: "hum! It's crazy of you to dare to use your fist directly to the ice hockey on the ice. However, I'm afraid that the whole person will not be frozen at this time, but your arms will definitely be lost! "

He thought so, and Bing thought even more so.

Because of the ice hockey he released himself, he knows the power of it better.

So, he is very confident.

Moreover, after seeing that the wasted performance was so big, he was not happy, but angry, roared and shouted, "go to hell!"

The palm of the empty hand was suddenly sent forward in an instant.

I saw that the ice shaped giant ball, which had been moving slowly, suddenly accelerated and hit the past towards waste.

The speed of wasting the punch also accelerated, and a joking smile came out at the corners of the mouth.

Even more imperceptibly, on his left hand, there was a faint brilliance flowing through the originally remarkable dragon ring. Then, the pair of dragon eyes that were not much bigger than the tip of the needle suddenly lit up. Then, outside the wasted fist, they were covered with a thin layer of energy that could not be seen by the naked eye, just like a glove, Protect the whole wasted fist.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the ice hockey, which was a little bigger than basketball, broke into countless ice crystals and frost fog, which covered the wasted body like a wall of ice and snow, melting him with brother fire and ice.

It also blocked the sight of brother Huo and ice, so that they couldn't see clearly what the waste was.

However, they were surprised with such a great momentum, and their faces changed slightly.

But after being stunned, Bing laughed and said, "don't worry, brother Huo, he dares to catch my cold ice ball. He's dead!"

But he didn't die. He just took the ice hockey. He was really adventurous.

But he can't help it, because if he doesn't connect so hard, the next battle will be more bitter.

Therefore, he must be hard connected in order to frighten them.

However, he is not a fool. He dares to take it hard because his dragon ring, after the Jin stage, can put energy outside to form a thin protective film, which covers the outside of his palm. To put it simply, his dragon ring, although it has not yet become a magic weapon, can barely release the aura of the magic weapon.

Although there are not many auras that can be released, this function looks like a chicken rib and is not very useful.

But it's enough to isolate the wasted palm from the ice hockey.

That's why waste dared to blow out directly and smash the ice to release the ice hockey.

But this time, he also mobilized the real Qi of his whole body. The toxicity that was forcibly suppressed was heavier, which made his throat sweet and a mouthful of blood came to his mouth.

However, at this time, he did not dare to spit out, but he was raw and forced this mouthful of blood back.

In this way, his blood in his chest churned, and his internal organs were as painful as a knife.

The cold sweat seeped from his forehead in an instant, gathered one by one, and then slipped down.

He wiped a handful of sweat mercilessly, and threw several healing elixirs into his mouth. The elixir melted into his throat, turned into a warm current, and swam along the meridians, which made his injury slightly better, so that he could suppress the surging Qi and blood.

Then, regardless of the injury, he laughed disdainfully: "ha ha, what ice hockey, it turned out that's all. I said you were a child, and everyone praised you!"

At the moment, the fog has dissipated, and brother Huo and ice can see the waste. In their eyes, the waste is natural and calm, as if they have never punched.

Such an air made them hesitant.

When Bing saw his arrogant and disdainful expression and heard his harsh laughter, he was angry from his heart and couldn't help shouting: "you..."

However, before he finished his words, he was held by brother Huo beside him.

"Xiaobing, don't be impulsive, lest you hurt his way."

In fact, he began to mutter when he saw that the moment was wasted as if nothing had happened.

He was so tired under the attack of ice's cold art that he dissolved it. How is it possible?

Is he really not poisoned?

Did he pretend everything before?

But why did he do that?

He was full of doubts, but he looked at the waste again, trying to see the flaw.

However, he was disappointed. He smiled faintly on his wasted face and joked as before. Moreover, he provocatively hooked his fingers at him: "you are a fire spell, aren't you? Since he doesn't work, come and have a try. Buddha, I haven't had fun for a long time. I just hope your fire magic isn't too bad! "

Idleness made brother Huo more hesitant. The right hand ready to cast the spell held it tightly. A wisp of subtle flame was burning faintly, but it didn't mean to release it.

Seeing that he had sacrificed the fireball, he felt a sweat in his heart.

Although waste can take over his fireball technique again, in that case, waste will add injury to injury, and the toxicity in the body will be difficult to suppress.

At the moment, he only had hard support, so he smiled proudly and arrogantly: "do you two really think I was poisoned? And do you really think I could kill the lone wolf so easily? "

Brother Huo and Bing were stunned. They looked blankly at the waste, but their hearts suddenly sank.

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