Chapter 538

At this time, Yang Junshan's situation is definitely not very good. There are still spilled blood foam at the corners of his mouth and spilled blood on his chest. The whole person looks embarrassed. There is a strange sound of "herahera Hera" in his violent breathing, which is a manifestation of the heavy damage to his inner organs.

"How are you?" Jiahui can see that it's good for Yang Junshan to play five out of his ten strength at this time.

"Let's get out first!"

Yang Junshan encouraged the whole body to be true, and the distance under his feet was tens of feet. Jiahui didn't dare to neglect it. One by one, he refined and withered under his feet. They were not satisfied with Yang Junshan's speed. They ran away to the southeast together.

Just behind them and in the left and right directions, seven or eight ice frogs jumped up after the iceberg where Jiahui was before; Previously, there were five or six giant ice bears behind the ice mound where Qiao and Zhao were located. As for the black cloud in the sky, dozens of hundreds of ice field cold Eagles attacked.

Yang Junshan and Jiahui turned around and left. Younger martial brother Qiao hesitated for a moment. Elder martial brother Zhao was knocked down by three ice bears and probably died. But elder martial brother Qi, who is the top three true disciples of the sect, how can JUGANG's cultivation be easily defeated by Yang Junshan? Since Yang Junshan is not dead, elder martial brother Qi may not be dead, Just trapped in a collapsed iceberg.

It was just a moment of hesitation that a clear and melodious hawk woke him up and announced his next ending.

Although the younger martial brother Qiao had tried his best to escape, it was too late. The encirclement of the eagles forced him to reduce the flying height, but soon there was an ice frog's long tongue. Younger martial brother Qiao stepped out in a light feather, but he saw a giant bear throwing a huge piece of ice in front of him.

Younger martial brother Qiao's body was steep and vertical, avoiding the throwing of ice, but he saw three cold Eagles swooping down at him from different directions, almost blocking all his escape directions.

Seeing that he was about to lose his eagle claws, unexpectedly, with a sound of "Peng", three pairs of Eagle claws tore countless feathers from younger martial brother Qiao, but his people had disappeared in the flying feathers. When they appeared again, they were tens of feet away, and they were about to catch up with Yang Junshan and Jiahui.

In fact, at the beginning, Yang Junshan took Jiahui's head and ran away without looking back. He didn't take advantage of younger martial brother Qiao's idea that he would deal with the ice field wild animals he caught up, so as to buy time for them to escape. Anyway, the two sides are also immortal enemies. Yang Junshan's calculation naturally has no psychological burden.

However, when younger martial brother Qiao was trapped in a tight encirclement and faced with the joint encirclement and killing of dozens of wild animals, his escape means still amazed them.

Until finally, younger martial brother Qiao turned into Lingyu and got out of the siege at one fell swoop. Jiahui suddenly said "Oh", which seemed to understand why younger martial brother Qiao would be safe when he was hit by his broken Gang finger.

When Yang Junshan was thinking about whether to hit back and stop younger martial brother Qiao, he seemed to feel a faint flash in his eyes.

Just when Yang Junshan thought he was wrong, younger martial brother Qiao, who had just broken through, suddenly gave a miserable cry, and Jiahui nearby snorted coldly. When Yang Junshan looked at it, he found that an ice gun had penetrated younger martial brother Qiao's body from behind, and bright blood flowed along the ice gun with white steam, This time, no more stunts can be used.

Yang Junshan's eyes looked in the direction pointed by the ice wall, but he was seeing a huge cold Eagle avoiding to the left and hiding his body behind his companion.

However, Yang Junshan's newly trained Guanghan lingmu seemed to see a figure flickering on the back of the cold eagle.

Seeing that younger martial brother Qiao's body was about to fall from the air and be swallowed up by the ice field wild animals running from below, Yang Junshan was quick in his eyes and hands. A 50 foot long ice silk was thrown out by him and lightly bound the storage bag at younger martial brother Qiao's waist dozens of feet away. With his strength, the storage bag flew back to Yang Junshan's hand in an instant.

"Go!"

This time, Yang Junshan and Jiahui did not dare to look back. They just took their flying escape methods to the extreme.

Yang Junshan's ear heard Jiahui's reminder: "be careful, that gun is the means of the ice barbarians!"

There were people on the back of the cold eagle, and it seemed that the sudden animal tide in the glacier could not be separated from the ice barbarians. This kind of extraterritorial race could control the ice barbarians and wild animals, but I don't know what the relationship between the ice barbarians and barbarians is. Is it not a branch of the barbarians?

Now is obviously not the time to find out, because he found that his "shrinking to an inch" was about to catch up with Jiahui's "growing lotus step by step".

Miso!

The deadly Qi machine locked Yang Junshan's back heart. When the slightly undetectable voice reached his ears, the killing machine had already touched Yang Junshan's sensitive spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly he turned back, the rusty mountain cleaver on the blade cut out again, and a half Zhang long ice spear suddenly broke into ice debris, but the huge force was still uploaded from the mountain cleaver. Yang Junshan snorted. The whole person flew backwards with this great force and immediately caught up with Jiahui.

This time, Yang Junshan also saw the man who attacked himself with an ice spear. He was short and strong, but his arms were extremely long, and his face was covered with all kinds of patterns. Standing on the back of the eagle, he saw that he missed the blow, lifted his wrist, and a mass of cold ice energy condensed and elongated in the palm of his hand. Soon he reunited into an ice spear half a meter long, But by this time, Yang Junshan was out of range of his ice spear.

"Not good!" Jiahui's eyes stared at Yang Junshan's back, and there was a trace of gloom in her expression.

Yang Junshan quickly turned around, but saw that they were running away at this time. Suddenly, several ice frogs jumped out, and these ice frogs obviously noticed their situation and blocked up head-on.

At this time, it was too late for them to dodge again. If they wanted to escape, they could only protrude from the front. Jiahui and Yang Junshan understood their decisions almost at the same time.

The Golden Wheel reappeared behind Jiahui's head, and even the extended light took care of Yang Junshan. At this critical moment of life and death, the monk actually knew that Yang Junshan had been hurt in a previous war, so he had to say that he made a good friend.

The golden lotus at Jiahui's feet was rapidly disillusioned. People had come to the front of Yang Junshan. The demon subduing pestle turned into a golden light and hit an ice frog on the head first.

Naturally, Yang Junshan would not allow Jiahui to rush ahead and enjoy his success behind him. In that way, he would only sink both of them. His mountain cleaving knife was damaged one after another and dared not use it again. He simply sacrificed Shanjun's seal and fell on the head of an ice frog who stretched out a long tongue and tried to roll Jiahui's demon subduing pestle.

The ice frog was very alert. He saw a huge seal fall. He jumped for a distance of several feet and avoided the sneak attack of Shan Junxi.

However, every time Yang Junshan controls the seal, he doesn't just want to hit people. At the moment the seal lands, the ground ice within a radius of tens of meters suddenly cracks, shakes and splashes. Two of the several ice frogs blocking the road fell on their backs, revealing their snow-white bellies below. Two of them lie on the ice, but they can't hurt people with their long tongues, The remaining two or three fell directly under the ice and were submerged by the broken ice.

Yang Junshan and Jiahui took the opportunity to cross the block of several ice frogs and were about to escape again. However, Yang Junshan suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiahui and turned around suddenly. The Golden Wheel behind his head soared and blocked an incoming ice spear, but his head also shook as if he had been beaten by someone. His body shook in the flight and fell tens of feet behind him, Dozens of cold Eagles chasing after them saw their prey in sight, plunged down one after another and dived towards Jiahui.

When Yang Junshan saw the situation, he stretched out his hand and shook it. One end of the snake twist of the spirit tool had been wrapped around Jiahui's waist. Then he threw it forward vigorously. Jiahui's whole burly body immediately turned over in the air and flew away to the distance. I'm afraid it didn't throw him hundreds of feet away.

Yang Junshan's action of saving people just now was almost subconscious between lightning, stone and fire, but at the moment of throwing Jiahui away, he immediately regretted it!

This throw saved the monk's life, but it put Yang Junshan himself in danger!

The great power of Shufei Jiahui inevitably delayed Yang Junshan's flight speed, and an ice spear hit him from behind again. This time, Yang Junshan dared not control the mountain cleaver, but sank his body to the ice field ground to avoid the throwing of the ice spear. However, the fierce air flow from his face cut a three inch long blood hole in his face, The gurgling blood immediately dyed his whole face red.

Yang Junshan's fall gave the catching Eagles a chance to take advantage of, and the blood on his face stimulated the ferocity of these wild animals. In a moment, seven or eight cold Eagles swooped down on Yang Junshan's head, and even two cold Eagles fought with each other in order to compete for the blood food in front of them.

Yang Junshan shook his hand and threw out a talisman sealed with the magic power. A sea of fire spread over his head, blocking the eagles swooping down from mid air. However, the eagles did not hover over the sea of fire, but detoured around the sea of fire under the command of the ice barbarian monk. In this way, even Yang Junshan could not escape under the shelter of the sea of fire.

In fact, Yang Junshan didn't escape. Instead, he fell faster and faster. Even he seemed to be deliberately speeding up. It didn't look like falling, but like falling!

Roaring, the ice sheet of the ice field that had been cracked by Shanjun seal ushered in a more thorough crushing again, and Yang Junshan was instantly submerged under the ice several feet deep by the flowing ice debris.

More than a hundred feet away, Jiahui, who was temporarily stunned by the ice barbarian magic power, woke up by relying on the release family magic power when he was thrown away by Yang Junshan. However, when he stabilized his body more than a hundred feet away, he saw dozens of competing cold Eagles hovering on the ice field where Yang Junshan had previously fallen, followed by several giant bears, It has completely become a paradise ravaged by ice fields and wild animals.