However, the power of faith cannot stop the infiltration of the elements alone, unless the sect itself believes in a certain element.

When Silver Dust followed Gui'er Duoshan into the main hall for the second time, he felt that his divine thoughts were more restrained, he originally didn't like the atmosphere here, and when he came in for the first time, he hurriedly released the dark magic and left, without carefully exploring what arrangements would be in this hall, and at this time, he wanted to explore this place carefully, but found that his divine thoughts were blocked by the restless power of faith.

Silver Dust never thought that his divine thoughts could be invincible, because even if he was really Chiyou, his divine thoughts could only be truly invincible if they were fused with weapons or witchcraft. Before Silver Dust had not activated a large-scale magic to transform the environment of the entire hall, it was impossible for his divine mind to directly break through this layer of faith barrier without paying a considerable price.

He couldn't probe a single thing here, so he didn't know what the arrangements would be, but Silver Dust wasn't worried, because when anything did fall on him, it would be invalidated by his Static Realm.

The crossbow arrows of Shield Sky City couldn't hurt him, and the others didn't want to make it bigger through similar methods. Whether the trap in this hall was a trap or a pool of sulfuric acid, he didn't really care, but looking at the eyes of the people around him, no one seemed to think that he didn't care.

The temple is still the same as before, with a forest of uneven masters, yellow and clear oil lamps, thick wind-shielding curtains hanging in front of the open windows, dark green color and red interior walls, I don't know why it can still render a solemn atmosphere. The main hall of the worshippers who had retreated looked empty, and the carved roof with many wooden pillars supported the huge span, looking like a quiet red forest. The three circles of instructors are all wearing chain mail vests, and under the vests are cotton armor arrow sleeve robes, which look like some kind of "demonized chain mail suit" in another civilization, uniform white, blue and inlaid with thin gold edges, which is much more pleasing to the eye than the indescribable chain, and does have a little sense of sacredness and solemnity of religious civilization.

These instructors, like their leaders, hold shields in their left hands and empty in their right hands, obviously to better exert the power of the battle spirit and divine skills, not to mention that as the "private soldiers" of religious groups, they should not have too many real weapons, so as not to be suspected of rebellion by those in power, even if this kind of rebellion really exists, it cannot be doubted by those in power.

Nugaret Guier Duoshan walked up to the high platform first, and without making any signal, she asked the surrounding instructors to surround the high platform, so that the circle of duels shrank to a quarter of its original size. Silver Dust was handed over by a total of six columns of sect soldiers on both sides, and could only walk up to the high platform along their ranks, as if they were being held hostage invisibly. The moment he walked on the high platform alone, without fear, Gui'er Duoshan suddenly read a word, and everyone around him roared out, and the scattered spiritual power suddenly twisted into a strand, turning into a very large amount of spiritual power, which fused with Gui'er Duoshan's own spiritual power, adding several layers of momentum to him for no reason.

His momentum is like that of most boxers, towering like a mountain, cold and quiet. The cold air was like transparent steel, completely extinguishing the activity of Gangfeng, and the air on the entire high platform froze, and a string of crystal clear water beads condensed on everything, including the silver dust robe.

This is the first test of the strength of ice, cold.

This kind of cold will continue to reduce physical strength, and Silver Dust's physical strength is much less than that of the Divine Martial Arts. He moved his hands and feet slightly, and he could test his physical strength at this time, but he could only maintain one action under each melee elemental magic, and he couldn't even do three consecutive strikes in swordsmanship.

The silver pupils contracted slightly, and at this time he felt that his body had a clear sense of heaviness, which did not come from the spiritual oppression, but from the exhaustion of the body. The ubiquitous faith seemed to brighten up the surrounding oil lamps, and the halo of oil lamps fell on him, silently oppressing his divine will with the power of faith.

His condition is not good, and the turtle he is facing is mountainous, and he is obviously in peak condition.

Turtle Duoshan, whose momentum had swelled to the peak, turned around after changing into the sect leader's cloak, and at this time, there was no longer a trace of fear in his beastly erect pupils, only a mysterious confidence. In front of Silver Dust, he slowly brought a pair of shining fists, and those fists were the real blades.

It was also at this time that Silver Dust felt his breath stagnate, and the duel sky fell. He finally understood what kind of calculation this turtle was playing.

Most people in the world like to duel, not because they like to do things in a proper manner, but because they like to take out the assassins once and for all. Those weak people in the killer line can still use the target to relax their vigilance to achieve a counterattack, let alone a master like Silver Dust. If Turtle Mountain didn't initiate a duel, Silver Dust might have slipped away on the spot and cut off his head on a dark and windy night in the first month—the temple's defenses had proven to be useless to Silver Dust.

If you can use the tennado duel to solve it, then don't let the enemy go and wait to be killed. At the moment when Gui'er Duoshan proposed a duel, he had already figured out how to design a silver-haired boy who was "not deeply involved in the world". There are many venues for dueling, and the main hall of the temple, because it always has to "compete with the people of the Heavenly Chosen Sect", must be densely packed, and it is the most dangerous of all the venues.

The time and place are favorable, and Gui'er Duoshan occupies the last two, and it is an absolute home starting advantage.

The moment he put on the red cloak with gold trim, he especially felt the horror of this advantage he had created, which was actually an ornament hanging on the statue of the god, and had been impregnated in the hall for a year with the power of faith, and had already become a holy relic. Gui'er Duoshan put on a cloak, and his originally not rich spiritual power can communicate with the entire hall, which can allow him to control the mechanism at will, and can also increase his endless momentum. When he turned to face the silver dust, the coercion of his body was already like a rolling wave, like a powerful god rising in front of the brave, he stretched out his left fist and shook it slightly in the air, and the fist gauntlet, which was also a holy object and at the same time a mysterious weapon, gathered the momentum of the entire temple, and a static cold wave spread out like static water quickly frozen, with him as the center.

The water droplets on the ground are quietly forming a thin frost, making the ordinary rammed earth very slippery and difficult to walk, but the soles of the turtle's mountains slightly radiate a trace of fluctuating green aura, obviously the soles of his shoes are a treasure, this treasure qin is not cute to make him float, can only make him walk like flying on the slippery ground, and obtain the double advantage of speed and stability.

"Newgaret Turtle Mountain, Cardinal Master. The man known as the Sect Master faced each other with his fists, and a two-color aura flashed on the sharp fist stabs, shining a psychedelic glow on the water droplets on the blade. The tip of the fist stabbed against each other, this is the etiquette during the duel, after all, the duel salute of bowing is not popular in the north of Yandang Mountain.

"Silver dust. The silver dust with empty hands stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, and the momentum and even the aura of the entire hall suddenly converged.

His momentum is completely opposite to that of Kametoyama, not the chill that emanates from all directions with himself as the center, but a flowing majesty that converges and condenses from the surrounding towards the center. The transparent wind actually flowed without warning in the heavy and clammy air, and slowly gathered thunder light on his hand, and the thunder light condensed into metal.

Wind, thunder, and metal, these three elements were now compressed together under the new heavenly rules of the wind source, and became the exclusive power of Silver Dust, for which he paid the scepter of ice.

Metalized into a new scepter, but the head of the scepter was a little too large, and Fang Dundun's was a good short-handled hammer from any angle. Silver Dust gestured at the turtle with the Thor-like hammer, and the ripples of the wind gathered behind him.

Circles of transparent ripples outlined the outline of the invisible wings, causing his whole body to rise slightly, and his feet were three inches away from the opposite side. The transparent ripples gradually turned blue-white, emitting a faint aura like wings of light. The wing-like aura only spread outwards for a moment, then contracted again, and finally disappeared behind the silver dust.

The wind stopped, and after all, the momentum of the turtle's mountains occupied the main field, permeating every corner of the main hall, and the soldiers who watched the battle worshiped and feared this sect leader a little more. They thought that the Sect Master was in complete control of everything in the hall at this time, and of course it was about the same.

"Please!" Gui'er Duoshan's tone was quite heroic.

"Please. Yinchen's tone was rather casual.

The two rushed towards each other in the first moment after each other's "please". The turtle's mountainous fist style was like a sword, and the glittering ice edges were condensed on the fist, but the silver dust jumped high, and the silver robe spread out in the air like the wings of a snow owl.

Mori Bai's hammer fell with a bang.

A dark purple fist with a bright green starlight shot out like an armor-piercing grenade.

The hammer came out, the wind and thunder gathered, and the colorless wind wrapped in bright white lightning, and fell with a roar of slaughter. Straight punch out, Lan Feng Nagi, the flowing wind wave suddenly froze, and the frost spread in a radius.

"Tiger Roaring Sky Wolf Crying Crack Fist!" The roar of the turtle shook the earth, like an ancient Viking war roar, his roar came out of his mouth, but it was like some kind of enchanted energy attached to his fist and struck towards Silver Dust's heart. His punching style is so magical, it is obviously a punch to attack the opponent in front of him, but under his ingenious technique, it becomes a heavy blow that bombards diagonally upward, but does not affect the power in the slightest.

Silver Dust originally took advantage of the high roof of the main hall, relying on the wings of fantasy, and jumped into the air with a hammer, originally wanting to hit Gui'er Duoshan's head, at least forcing him to dodge and defend, but he didn't want the opponent's martial arts attainments to be much higher than him, and a punch blasted out, just the frost and cold qi gathered on the mysterious weapon were transmitted from afar, and the wind and thunder he gathered together could not compete with it at all.

The power of the cold air lies in the fact that no Gang Feng Qi shield can stop it, it can stop the Gang Feng at the same time, it also has a strong penetrating power, this cold air is silent, and there is no trace of excess air fluctuations, like some kind of cold radiation, it directly passes through the Gang Wind on Yinchen's body and falls on his robe.

The originally wet white silver robe full of water droplets suddenly condensed a large amount of frost at this moment, the frost gradually thickened, and the weight was also increasing rapidly, and the silver dust that could have been bombarded with a hammer could only hit the ground in front of his feet with a hammer.

Silver Dust fell earlier than expected, and the storm behind him was not enough to push him covered in ice in front of Gui'er Duoshan, and Gui'er Duoshan used his height and slender arms to hand out a straight punch, giving Silver Dust the feeling that no matter how he dodged, he would be hit by the center.

Martial arts, Yinchen's talent is limited after all, even if he has been solved the problem of Gang Feng Qi, there are still countless shortcomings in the flexibility and application of moves. He was a magician after all, even if he was a mage under Chiyou's seat.

His hammer sliced through the air in a not-so-beautiful trajectory, diverting the target and landing Gui'er Duoshan's fist.

At that moment, the four-colored light of the holy artifact turned into thunder and lightning and disappeared in a flash.

At that moment, Gui'er Duoshan showed a surprised look, but he didn't have much fear, because he was the Chosen Whip, and even the strong man in the Chosen Whip, he was already a strong man who was a divine soldier, a war spirit, and a human body.

But the holy weapon is a holy weapon after all, even if it is a wisp of wind infused with divine will, it is also a holy weapon, the heavy hammer bombarded down, the heavy fist against the wind, the sharp and rigid fist blade began to bend the moment it touched the surface of the shining heavy hammer, and then broke into flying fragments in a burst of metal fatigue sour screams. In an instant, the blade of pure copper that had lost its blade and the silver-colored heavy hammer slammed together, lightning and ice intertwined and bombarded the bodies of the two men, and at the same time, circles of white electric light mixed with water droplets scattered like an explosion spread out in the air.

The longitudinal spiral erupted with a thunderous roar, leaving narrow notches an inch deep on the ground and on the nearby columns. The two of them flew back, the turtle was covered in lightning, and even though a large amount of faith power was gathered on the gorgeous cloak, there were still a few scorch marks. The fist glove of his right hand also shattered completely under that blow, revealing his pitch-black bony right hand that had already been transformed into a black form, like the back of a crustacean.

And the silver dust almost flew upside down, and the shortcomings of the mage's weak physical strength were once again exposed. He fell to the ground, pitifully at the feet of several of the instructors, who did not say anything, and remained as motionless as statues.

The days did not disappear, proving that the duel was not over. Gui'er Duoshan would never believe that a generation of silver demons could be defeated so easily.