The chains slammed into the ground with a heavy thud.
Ning Huan's hand was revealed, and everyone else was stunned.
He Zeng can no longer believe in his previous judgment!
This little scholar in front of him has no cultivation at all?
If she really didn't cultivate, how did she do it?
The chains can't lock her at all?
Really?
"Who the hell are you?"
He Zeng pointed at Ning Huan and asked sharply.
The corners of Ning Huan's lips raised slightly, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he said, "The one who came to kill you!"
” "Just you?
Dare to say that it was the one who came to kill General Ben?
It's a joke!
He Jia smiled and said, "Don't think that you have a little carving insect skill, it's really a big deal!"
Hum!
” Ning Huan was not annoyed, but said, "If General He doesn't believe it, you can try it." ” "Look for death!"
He Zeng scolded secretly, and punched out, only to see the fiery red Xuan Jin rolling out like a flame, spurting thin, and roaring in the direction of Ning Huan.
In the flames, there was He Zeng's fist wind, like a fierce and incomparable lion, the light and shadow overlapped, trembling, directly enveloping all the retreats behind Ning Huan.
Ning Huan's eyes were calm, and at that moment, she just took a step back, and when she stretched out her hand, the scimitar had already fallen into her hand.
With a stroke of the scimitar, a silver light burst out everywhere it went, like a silver practice, stirring up a snow-white light, like a dragon, lightning towards He Zeng.
The snow was vast, and when it touched He Zeng's fist wind, it instantly swallowed everything from He Zeng.
"What's going on?"
He Zeng was startled, and when he wanted to stretch out his hand again, he found that his hands and feet were slow, and his punches were not flexible.
In front of him, that power rushed in, and he felt a chill all over his body!
The horror in his eyes made him retreat again and again, but he couldn't stop the chill in the sky.
In his panic, starting from his arm, a thick layer of cold ice instantly condensed all over his body.
"Vice General Hou, save me, save me!"
He Zeng cried out in horror.
He swung his fist hard, but no matter how he swung his fist, the cold ice became thicker and thicker, and in the void, the snowflakes fell, and the cold air was biting, and this cold ice sealed all his mystical energy.
He watched himself being frozen in ice and snow, but he couldn't do anything about it.
How did he forget?
This was originally the Ice Barrier!
I can't feel the cold, it's just because the person who planted the barrier hasn't made a killing move yet!
The more He Zeng thought about it, the more frightened he became, what kind of person was this little scholar, how could he have such great ability!
Hou Ziji's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he made a palm, but he wanted to use his own Xuan strength to dissolve the ice on He Zeng's body.
The hot palm was on the cold ice, and the ice barely melted away a little.
The corners of Ning Huan's lips were slightly cold, and he stepped forward suddenly, blocking Hou Ziji's palm power.
Hou Ziji retreated again and again, standing on the edge of the enchantment!
He raised his head and looked at Ning Huan, with a little more impatience in his eyes.
"Are you from Xiyan?
Do you think that if we kill us, we will be able to recapture NIO City?
Hou Ziji pointed at Ning Huan and asked coldly.
"Guess?"
The corners of Ning Huan's lips were slightly raised, but there was disdain in his tone.
Hou Ziji's face suddenly turned cold, he clenched his fists, suddenly dodged, turned into an afterimage, and pounced in the direction of Ning Huan, the yin qi was deep and the cold air was permeated.
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Ning Huan frowned, Hou Ziji's strength is a bit strong!
She dodged slightly, but it was too late.
An abusive force swept over her head, and she subconsciously turned around, the scholar's headscarf was scraped off, and her long hair fell out.