The thing that women care about most is their own face.

Now, Han Ruxue felt a burning pain coming from her left cheek.

Subconsciously he reached out and touched it.

I felt something sticky.

"That's...what?"

She put her hands in front of her eyes and looked.

The fingers were stained with blood.

Her mind was in a trance.

After a moment, he reacted——

"It's blood!"

That is to say——

"My face...is hurt!?"

After understanding this, Han Ruxue's lungs were about to explode.

Anger boiled in her chest.

His eyes were covered with a layer of crimson.

"Dare to hurt my face...you are seeking death!!!"

Unspeakable anger poured out.

Han Ruxue stopped his retreat with one foot.

The whole body's cultivation erupted like a volcano.

Form the strongest and most violent form.

"Xuan Han Jin!"

"It's freezing cold in the sky!"

The wind and snow all over the sky seemed to be drawn and gathered one after another.

Even the snow on the snowy ground was rising one after another, gathering in the direction of Han Ruxue.

For a moment, it was overwhelming.

Turned into a whirlpool of ice and snow.

It contains majestic and surging power, enough to reach the sky!

Leng Rushuang couldn't help but panic when she saw this: "Xiaoxue, don't be impulsive!"

Han Ruxue gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, things have reached this point and there is no way around it. Please help me!"

"this……"

Leng Rushuang hesitated.

But in this moment of hesitation.

Zhen Jing rushed out quickly.

The target is directly at Han Ruxue!

Leng Rushuang's face changed drastically: "Xiaoxue, be careful!"

Saying that, he also rushed over.

Han Ruxue's face was ashen and she shouted: "Suffer death!"

The body moves and the five fingers clasp together.

The vortex exploded from the center.

The wind and snow all over the sky melted.

An extremely cold and powerful air current formed, drowning Zhen Jingjing.

"This time, I will let you die miserably!"

Han Ruxue's face was ferocious, and he pushed his body's cultivation to the limit.

This move is already her strongest one.

In her opinion, Zhen Anjing must die.

But--

She still overestimates herself.

"That person told me..."

A light voice floated out from the cold air.

Han Ruxue's eyes widened with an incredible expression.

Zhen Anjing broke through her strongest move and came to her.

A slender white palm stretched out and pressed towards Han Ruxue's face.

Leng Rushuang was flying, trying to rush to the rescue.

But the distance between the two parties is not of the same level.

She is still ten meters away.

There is not even half a meter between Zhen Anjing and Han Ruxue.

She could only watch helplessly as Zhen Anjing pressed her hand to her sister's face.

"don't want!!!"

Leng Rushuang screamed shrilly.

Unfortunately, as Han Ruxue said before -

Things have reached this point and there is no way around it!

Zhen Anjing's expression was cold, and her right hand pressed down hard without mercy.

Han Ruxue looked ferocious and growled: "You want to kill me? It's not that easy!"

As he spoke, he raised his arms.

"Xuan Han Jin!"

"Suddenly cold hands!"

Block with both hands at the same time.

But how terrifying is Zhen Anjing’s brute strength?

Not to mention that she is only a half-step innate, even if she is completely in the innate realm, she cannot stop this powerful push.

Instantly.

"Click, click."

The two arms are twisted.

The palm of the hand didn't stop at all, and drove straight in.

Inside the cabin.

Old Man Hanshan put down the ice cup in his hand and sighed softly.

The sigh echoed long and hard, and he was about to rush out of the wooden house.

But at this time, Chen Yu also put down the cup in his hand.

It's just that the action of putting it down is a bit heavy.

The cup collides with the table.

There was a crisp sound and he rose leisurely.

Directly covering the sound of sighs.

Both disappeared into the wooden house at the same time.

Old Man Hanshan's face darkened and he stared straight at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu looked at him as usual, showing no signs of weakness.

The situation is tense.

The ice table in front of me exploded.

Outside.

Zhen Anjing's palm broke through all obstacles and finally pressed on Han Ruxue's face.
To be continued...