Fortunately, Yang Zheng did not have the idea of ​​fighting hard and wanted to retreat early. Otherwise, even if he was slower for a while, he would be frozen in the iceberg and would not be able to move any longer.

Yang Zheng calmed down his body, and was soaked in sweat. He stared at the black-clad assassin, his voice changed a little, "You can only use the ability to bully the small with the big one! There is a noise here, hum, the martial arts camp patrol will come soon, and you can't escape with your wings!"

He knew that this person had too high moral conduct and had little chance of winning. He could only fight to the death, delay time as much as possible, and wait for reinforcements. But what was so bad was that he could not delay time and had to send Han Fei and Li Si to detoxify.

This is really a rainy night.

The black-clad assassin pressed step by step, leaving no hope for Yang Zheng to escape, and sneered: "I dare to kill you openly, but I don't plan to leave alive. I don't know why you were not poisoned, but I know very well that you want to scare me away and are in a hurry to send your friend to medical treatment!"

The dead soldier saw through Yang Zheng's thoughts and stabbed the sharp blade again. The sharpness roared through the wind and grabbed Yang Zheng's throat. "Give up! None of you can survive!"

The restaurant's guests were afraid of being implicated and were scared to escape. Even the shopkeeper was not seen, only Han Fei and Li Si were left, lying on the ground in the distance, unconscious.

Yang Zheng glanced back and knew that he could not retreat anymore and had to protect the two of them, so he rushed forward with a fierce look and wanted to fight against the assassin head-on.

Seeing this, the assassin had a stronger murderous aura on the sharp blade, which was filled with a biting coldness and was unstoppable. No matter what means Yang Zheng took to deal with it, it would have to force pierce it and solve it easily until it penetrated Yang Zheng's throat.

At the critical moment, Yang Zheng narrowed his eyes and a ruthless meaning appeared on his face.

He stretched out his left palm, imitating Yang Xuan's movements during the day, condensed into a dragon's claw-like shape. At the same time, the dragon balls in the dantian rotated rapidly, and the violent dragon energy surged out, quickly gathering between his fingers along the meridians and dragon veins.

These dragon auras are golden and clear, full of domineering will, like real dragon claws, indestructible, sharp and sharp, and hold the sharp blade.

The moment Yang Zheng poked out the dragon's claws, a dragon's roar faintly sounded in the air.

Click, click...

The golden dragon claws touched the snow-white blade, and the two powerful forces clashed, causing both to begin to tremble and splash out countless sparks.

The black-clad assassin saw it, his eyes twitched, and he said in disbelief: "How could a mere four realms have such a powerful internal force!"

He was in the middle level of the sixth realm and thought that he could be more than enough to crush Yang Zheng by relying on his cultivation advantage. However, Yang Zheng was not an ordinary fourth realm. After forming inner elixirs and opening the dragon vein, the dragon soul body was further strengthened. His current physical strength was beyond the reach of even the fifth realm powerhouse.

If you can't do this, how can you shake the Tao with all your might?

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and struggled to support his left palm. The tiger's mouth was torn apart, and the dragon's claws could collapse at any time.

Although his strength soared after the second awakening of the domineering body, the opponent was a sixth-level powerhouse, and it exceeded two realms. The erosion of the ice Taoist intention should not be underestimated. He did not want to fight like this unless he had no choice.

The assassin was masked with a black cloth and could not see his face. His eyes became colder and colder, "It seems that I still underestimate you! I will do my best to send you to the bottom of the nine springs to avenge the dead brothers!"

After saying that, he raised his other palm and condensed into a white and pure palm print, which slammed into Yang Zheng's face within a very short distance.

"Nine Nether Xuan Ice Palm!"

Yang Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt the terrifying coldness of the palm print. He knew that it was a force attack from the other party, and he could not fight head-on, but he did not retreat. He used his palm as a knife, used the flame-cutting sword technique, and used the true fire sword energy to slash at the palm print.

"Do you think this will control me?"

He laughed wildly, ignoring the murderous intent that was close to him, and his eyebrows showed a rebellious spirit.

At the moment when the Xuanbing Palm and the Flame Knife were about to collide, his face suddenly condensed, and he suddenly grew his mouth and shouted at the man in black in front of him.
Chapter completed!