Chapter 1143

The cold Apocalypse releases the artistic conception. A cold night envelops all around, and it also envelops the Lingtian sword. The bone chilling will continue to invade, and the deep darkness covers the road ahead.

But Lingtian sword is extremely fierce, and a stream of sword spirit is constantly shooting out, and the golden light is shining all around to light up the night and dispel the chill.

The cold Apocalypse looks cold and slowly stretches out his right palm.

A huge palm suddenly appeared in the cold night. It was formed by the condensation of ice. The palmprint was black, and the corrosive force came out of it. There was a layer of black fog on the ice, blocking Ling Tianjian's way.

"Boom!"

The palm clapped on Ling Tianjian and there was a loud noise.

There was a shaking and a stalemate between them.

Lingtian sword is full of momentum and astonishing meaning. It abruptly splits the icy palm, divides it into two, and then cuts it forward.

There was a scar on the palm of Han Tianqi's right hand. It seemed that it was about to break into two parts, and blood was dripping from it.

A layer of ice gushed from the wound, connecting the two halves, making the palm unimpeded.

His face was even paler, and the Lingtian sword was in front of him.

Countless dark cold forces gathered in front of him, turned into a black purple ice needle and stabbed Lingtian sword.

Ice against the long front, tit for tat!

"Ding!"

The harsh sound reverberated.

The ice needle suddenly breaks, and Ling Tianjian inch by inch cracks.

The broken sword is still moving forward, no blood, no rest.

But the corner of Han Tianqi's mouth is already flowing with blood, watching the sword cut off.

"Boom!"

His body was covered with black ice, which blocked the broken sword in time.

Cold Apocalypse finally hard to block this extremely fierce Lingtian sword, seriously injured, very pale.

His breathing disorder, panting, looking to one side, Qin Feng is fighting with the cold day strange.

His eyes became gloomy, and his pride gushed out again.

"I will never lose!" He roared in his heart and adjusted his breath. In a short period of three breath, the momentum that he had just become depressed by the sword was rising again, and the cold power was surging, and there was no sign of exhaustion.

He raised his right arm and patted the right palm that was gradually healing. A huge ice palm covered with black fog appeared in the air and slowly pushed toward Qin Feng.

Qin Feng has just combined the power of life with the power of destruction and turned into a yin-yang fish to attack the cold sky. He noticed that the palm of his hand came, and his brow was slightly raised. He suddenly released his strong mental power. From the void to the reality, he turned into a brilliant fist to meet the palm.

"Dong!"

There was a deafening roar and a wave of anger.

In contrast, the palm is even better, actually is to promote the spirit of the fist to continue to move forward.

Qin Feng frowned deeper, had to distract to fight that palm, more mental force surge out, but also with a spring force, make it continuous.

"Illusion is reality!" He murmured.

The green light on the fist became more solid and powerful, blocking the forward push of the palm.

Han Tianqi also found the confrontation here. He just blocked the yin yang fish with a long arrow, but he saw that Han Tianqi came to rescue himself. Maybe this was not the intention of the other side, but it really distracted Qin Feng, reduced his control over the yin yang fish, and reduced his pressure.

He could not help gritting his teeth. He was unwilling and angry. He wanted to fight Qin Feng alone and defeat him, but he didn't want to be defeated by Qin Feng before. Instead, he was suppressed by Qin Feng. Now, the cold weather has turned to World War II.