"You talk too much."
Jian Wushuang's expression was calm and he looked at Yin Yang Divine Lords indifferently.
In the next moment, Jian Wushuang's body swayed and he charged toward the Yin Yang Divine Lords.
"Hmph, arrogant!"
Yin Yang Divine Lords looked at each other and shouted in unison, "Divine power, Flame Dragon!"
"Sacred art, ten thousand miles of ice and frost!"
In an instant, the temperature in the area where Jian Wushuang was at dropped sharply. An extremely cold power of principles fell and countless broken arms and ruins turned into ice sculptures.
Under the power of the cold, everything slowed down. A thin layer of frost formed on Jian Wushuang's Wuqi Divine Sword.
Moreover, the frost continued to extend upwards along the blade of Wuqi Divine Sword as if it was going to freeze Jian Wushuang.