Everlasting Dragon Emperor

"Yes, I can take one move, only three steps back, no injuries, your strength is not bad!"

The ice dragon stepped down step by step and spoke lightly, looking like a tall one.

Before, Lu Ming killed Silver Wings, Wild Wind, he saw it, but still full of confidence.

Stepping on the thirty-six sky gang peak does not mean anything. The silver wings and wild wind are not put on his heart at all.

"You want my key too?"

Lu Ming stared at the ice dragon and said.

"Oh, it just happened that you can't miss it. You can only blame yourself for being out of luck!"

Binglong spoke, and his voice was cold, as if he had settled Lu Ming.

"You are so confident? Just now, Yinyi and Manfeng are also so confident, and they gave me the key!"

Lu Ming smiled faintly.

"Don't compare those two wastes with me, otherwise, you will find that you made a big mistake!"

Binglong smiled confidently.

He said as he stepped towards the landing Ming, a terrible chill filled his body.

On Lu Ming's body, Zhenyuan boils, and he is burning.

"It seems that you want to fight hard. It's really a tribute to the car!"

The ice dragon's voice cooled down, and endless ice crystals suddenly appeared around his body.

It was the water vapor in the air, which was frozen and condensed by the cold air. Around the body of the ice dragon, even the wind was still, it seemed to be frozen.

call out!

The ice dragon pointed to the landing, and a terrible chill shot at the landing.

The cold weather seems to freeze everything.

boom!

In Lu Ming's body, Zhen Yuan is roaring, and the five heaven and earth moods are running to the extreme, forming a pair of five-color gloves on the fist, and then punching out, pointing at the finger.

bump!

A violent explosion, a white cold ripple, spread out in all directions. At this moment, with them as the center, the sky within a thousand miles, a piece of white, showing endless ice crystals.

Lu Ming shook his body and took two steps back.

"It's so cold!"

This time, not only on Lu Ming's fist, but also on his body, a layer of white ice crystals appeared.

"Ok?"

Binglong raised his eyebrows, apparently for his finger, Lu Ming was followed, feeling very surprised.

With this finger, he is confident that he can kill Silver Wings, such a pride as Manfeng.

"Frozen Miles!"

The coldness on Binglong's body was even colder. This time, he changed his fingers to palms and shot them. The sky was full of coldness, and he shone toward the landing.

At this moment, the space seemed to be frozen, and Lu Ming felt that his body was stuck in the mud and it was difficult to move.

"Dead! It's your pleasure to die on my stroke!"

The ice dragon's cold voice came out.

"Really? Then give it a try, the ninth dragon power!"

There was a sneer in the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, a sound of Long Yin sounded in his body, and the ninth Dragon Power broke out!

At this moment, Lu Ming's body was filled with a purple crystal light, and his muscles perched slightly.

"This power?"

Lu Ming seems to be a Kowloon, the dragon is boiling, full of endless power.

boom!

With a punch, with Lu Ming as the center, within ten miles of the circle, all the space was annihilated and turned into nothingness, and the feeling of falling into the mud also disappeared.

boom!

Then, with another punch, he blasted towards the ice dragon and banged with his palm.

"This power..."

When the fist intersects with the palm, Binglong's face changes greatly, and his body trembles. In front of him, there are nine layers of thick ice crystals, and his body retreats.

Boom...

The nine layers of ice crystals turned into ashes under Lu Ming's terrible power.

...

In the ice crystal, there is endless coldness, and Lu Ming wants to freeze Lu Ming, all of whom are shaken with strength by Lu Ming.

"This kind of cold air seems to be a cold mood, but why is it so terrible, the temperature is terrible!"

Lu Ming was also surprised.

He has been in contact with the artistic conception of Han Bing many times. Although it is powerful, it is a thousand miles away from the Ice Dragon.

The ice artistic conception of the ice dragon is terrible, and Lu Ming has never seen it.

Lu Ming was surprised, but Binglong turned over the river.

Lu Ming, who could actually repel him head-on, exceeded his expectations.

"It seems that you have hidden strength before, your strength is indeed amazing, but it is still early to want to fight me!"

Binglong said one word, his voice became colder and colder, and his breath became stronger and stronger, and his coldness became colder and colder.

In the early stage of the spirit god eightfold, this is the cultivation practice of the ice dragon.

So young, Xiu Wei has reached the early stage of the spirit god eightfold, plus the extremely terrible ice mood, the ice dragon killing the spirit god is complete, it is easy.

"Artistic art, absolutely zero!"

Huh...

At this moment, Binglong displayed blood fusion, and turned into a cold war sword.

At the moment when the sword awn appeared, everything between heaven and earth seemed to stand still, everything in heaven and earth stopped working, and it seemed to be frozen. Between heaven and earth, there was only that sword light.

The ice war sword cut towards Lu Ming.

At this moment, Lu Ming's eyes also dignified.

The cultivation practice of the ice dragon is already one level higher than him, and with the terrible ice mood, the combat power is amazing.

The ice dragon does have the cost of pride, such as the silver wings, the wild wind, and the shoes for the ice dragon are not worthy. It is too far away. If you take a random move, you will be killed.

Roar!

On top of Lu Ming's head, the veins of Kowloon emerged, and Lu Ming also exhibited the fusion of hemorrhage veins to transform into Kowloon.

"kill!"

Jiulong stepped into the air and killed towards the Ice Dragon. The two started a war.

Boom!

This piece of heaven and earth was exploded, endless strength, mixed with terrible cold, raging heaven and earth.

In the distance, someone saw Lu Ming's bloody beam of light and wanted to rush over to see the situation, but thousands of miles away, they saw the two men in the war, staring at each other in horror, and then turned around and left.

"God, how can it be so strong? Is this still our peers?"

"It's terrifying. These strengths are almost ready to fight the Supreme?"

"Go, go!"

Those arrogances, one after another, fled in panic, and they dared not get too close. They were afraid to be involved and die.

In a blink of an eye, Lu Ming fought dozens of moves with Binglong.

Long Yin Zhentian, roaring and roaring again and again, Lu Ming fighting more and more bravely, every inch of the body and every inch of muscle in Kowloon is a weapon of war, real dragon fighting skills, Jiulong Tianbu, and Zhenlun Tiangong.

The power of the Nine Daolong Forces seems to be able to destroy everything, and the power of the Prison Heavenly Power seems to suppress everything.

Although the ice artistic conception of the ice dragon is terrible, after all, Lu Ming has realized the five kinds of artistic conceptions of heaven and earth, and they can contend when they come together.

Hiss!

The dragon's claws waved out, breaking apart the ice dragon's layer of ice armor, leaving a deep trace on his ice armor.

bump!

The dragon swayed its tail, and the Prison Prison Heavenly Emperor broke out, pulling the ice dragon out.

"Who is this person? Which part of the continent actually has such amazing fighting power!"

Binglong retreated sharply, getting more and more shocked.

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