The cold air followed the ice sword and actually formed an ice road in the air.

Click!

The strange thing is that when Sen Han's sword energy was still five meters away from Yun Rong, it suddenly seemed to be blocked by something.

It actually shattered in response.

"Ghost Claw!"

Yun Rong suddenly launched a counterattack, with sharp nail sheaths on her hands, which were imperial weapons with sixty divine dragon patterns.

It is better than the weapons of Fat Dragon and Golden Bell.

She took a step forward, and her black ghost claws directly grabbed Lin Aojun, who was dozens of meters away.

Ding!

The ghost claw collided with the long sword, and both of them retreated at the same time.

Lin Aojun was indeed experienced in combat, and when he retreated, he lifted the long sword in his hand.

A sword energy stabbed out again.

Sharp ice spikes formed along the ground, killing Yun Rong.

Facing this sudden attack, Yun Rong still looked calm.

His slender hands gently waved in the air.
Chapter completed!