Chapter 857 Li Long's Strength

Just when the Snowfield Lord was confident that his move would hit, he was shocked to find that the enemy in front of him had no intention of dodging at all.

Li Long didn't dodge or dodge, he let the knife cut towards his neck.

Not only did he not intend to dodge, but he even threw out the Holy Dragon Spear in his hand.

"not good!"

The Lord of the Snow Field was alarmed. Although he kept saying that he looked down on the other party, he still didn't really regard the other party as an idiot. Losing his equipment in the middle of the battle was definitely not because he wanted to court death.

The other party must have their own confidence in doing so.

However, he has already made this move, and it is impossible to take it back.

But it has already made up its mind, after the knife is passed, all his backhands will be ignored, and it will directly withdraw and retreat.

"clang!"

There was a crisp sound, and at some point on Li Long's neck, a steel-like armor appeared, blocking this sure-to-kill move.

"Trap, a certain trap!"

With his rich combat experience, the Lord of the Snowfield immediately made the most correct response, and he was about to pull back immediately. At this moment, he suddenly found that there was an extra golden wall behind him, which made him The way back was blocked.

He could see that he could easily break the golden wall, but if he made moves against the golden wall, it meant that he would expose his weakness to Li Long.

Li Long put his left hand on his mouth, and then a dark red torrent spewed out from his mouth.

"[Flame Dragon's Breath]!"

A torrent like magma spewed out from Li Long's mouth, as if it wanted to burn the entire world, the Lord of the Snowfield was inevitable, this was originally a group attack trick, no matter whether it was blocking or dodging, it was impossible possible things.

"To be able to breathe out, isn't he a dragon pulse master who turned to strength?"

The Lord of the Snowfield was filled with shock. Dragon vein masters also have many routes. He originally thought that Li Long should be a dragon vein master who specialized in strength, but he didn't expect that the breath of the other party had reached such a level. What kind of monster is he.

What kind of monster did he provoke?

"Ice and snow field!"

Ignoring the risk of confrontation with Han Chen, he forcibly opened the ice and snow field again, because he knew that if he didn't do something, he might die here.

Being killed by an ant in his eyes is absolutely impossible for him to accept.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes were filled with shock again.

Li Long opened his arms, then put them together, and shouted: "[Long Yan sings]!"

A golden torrent emerged from between his hands, forming a golden monster like a giant python, spitting out a tongue of fire and biting towards the snowfield lord.

"How is it possible, how much dragon language magic has he mastered? How long has he only studied it?"

The heart of the snowfield lord was full of regret. What kind of monster was this? What kind of monster did he provoke?

If he knew that his enemy would be such a terrifying existence, he would never choose to become an enemy with the earth.

"【Guardian of the Ice and Snow Goddess】!"

White snowflakes began to fall from the snowfield lord's body, and mysterious ice began to condense around him, protecting his body.

The golden torrent swallowed his whole body and melted the black ice around him, but after the golden torrent, he managed to survive this move.

However, before he had time to catch his breath, he suddenly found a purple formation under his feet.

His eyes glanced at Ziyue, who had been fighting all the time and didn't make a move.

"I thought you'd fight on your own!"

The Lord of the Snowfield sneered.

If it is for those veteran strongmen with thick skins, the aggressive method is useless, but for such young and vigorous people, it may still be useful.

Li Long clasped his hands together, and then slowly separated them, a white and holy force appeared between his hands: "I think you misunderstood one thing, I let her take action, not because I can't beat you, but because of another thing."

The Lord of the Snowfield asked instinctively: "What is it?"

Li Long's eyes were full of coldness: "Just now I gave you a chance to escape like a defeated dog, since you are unwilling to cherish it, then even if you want to be a lost dog and kneel down and beg me for mercy, I will I will not spare your dog's life."

Saying that, a golden shield appeared around the two of them, and the golden wind howled around them, preventing them from leaving.

Then, white clouds appeared in the sky at some point, and a huge spear made of holy light with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared in the clouds and fell towards the Snowfield Lord.

"[Sacred Dragon's Punishment]!"

The holy light spear fell down, as if it wanted to penetrate everything.

The snowfield lord's face turned pale, Li Long didn't lie, he asked his companion to take action, not because he didn't have the confidence to kill him, but to prevent him from escaping.

Although he also has some hole cards, he can break the double shackles in an instant and get out of the dangerous situation here, but he is not sure that he will face this dangerous human being while breaking the shackles.

"Fight!"

A cruel look appeared in the eyes of the Lord of the Snowfield, and he knew in his heart that his only way to deal with it was to confront the power of the holy dragon's punishment head-on.

Although it is not wise to directly resist magic as a warrior, fortunately, he has lived long enough and has enough means to destroy magic.

"[Devil Slaying Strike]!"

The Snowfield Lord put away the short knife in his left hand, and then held the long knife in his right hand with both hands at the same time, with the handle facing up and the tip of the knife facing down, as if in a posture of drawing a knife.

A flash of ice-like coldness erupted from his long knife, and his whole body was covered with the brilliance of ice and snow shining in the sun. With a leap, he was about to chop everything in front of him with one blow. open.

This is not an illusion, but something he can really do.

The place where the snow-white knife qi passed turned into an icicle, as if even the air could be frozen directly. The snow master's blow directly pierced the sky, and headed towards the Holy Dragon's proof of punishment.

The pure white spear of holy light collided with the snow-white ice and snow sword air, and did not produce too much aftermath, but continued to melt, constantly dispelling the strength of both sides.

Finally, the snow-white saber energy disappeared, and the Lord of the Snowfield was hit by the holy dragon's disciplinary power, and directly blasted to the "ground" formed by the purple formation.

The Snowfield Lord got up weakly, but the corner of his mouth still kept a cruel smile: "After all, I won, the move you just made..."

Immediately afterwards, his eyes glazed over.