The two of them were separated by the mud wall, which suddenly became shorter and only half a person high, and they could finally put down their hands for a while and take a breath. The middle-aged man stared at Yinchen tightly, the expression on his face changed three times, his throat moved three times, and finally he couldn't help but rush out: "In the Xia Tianxing Martial Arts Hall Zhang Chongshan, learn the silver-haired young hero's high moves!"

As a standard boxing fighter in the age of knights, he is ashamed of competing with others but not reporting his family at any time, after all, no one even dares to say what his own surname is, do you still expect someone to look up to your magic skills? He reported his family before Yinchen at this time, not only out of the principle of a boxing fighter, but also in the consideration of deterring opponents, Tianxing Martial Arts Hall is not only Zhang Weiwu, but also the four major disciples under the seat, the first place is Zhang Chongshan, known as the "Judge of Poison Fist" , is the famous imperial inspector of the Northern Empire, and can be regarded as the emperor's guard in and out of the palace, although this guy received the official position of a guard, but what he did was to arrest murderers and help the emperor eradicate the spy work of dissidents, if it weren't for the fact that Emperor Beiwu was worried that he and Zhang Yun had the same surname, and they were both born in Pan Yangcheng, they might have some kinship, but I am afraid that there would be nothing left by Nie Wan on that rainy night seven years ago, and Zhang Yating's sacrifice will definitely not play the slightest role, and even Yinchen will be forced to explode directly and die with the entire Northern Empire.

Fortunately, everything is just if, but this does not weaken the horror of this Zhang Chongshan, he is a judge of the poisonous fist, a punch can make people's souls disperse, and the five organs are festering, and he is very utilitarian, and he attaches great importance to the work sent by the emperor, and no deviation is allowed at any time, so every time he starts is very heavy, and today he appeared in the Hui Building, with his stubbornness, don't think about the good in the whole thing, and the people of the Thousand Miles Illusion and the Heroes Club must also have most of the losses here.

He is a figure in the official face, and he is strong, and as soon as his natural prestige came out, the four were in an uproar, and even Liu Tiangang was a little moved, his face twitched and he thought about whether to give up altogether. Niu Defu, the bowl beggar, even lost half of his morale first, and whispered to Liu Tiangang: "Old Liu, let's not forget it, right? The Rainstorm faction didn't say that he dared to call the emperor directly......

"Where is the arrow to turn back when you open the bow?" Liu Tiangang hesitated for a moment, and his scattered eyes regathered: "The old man has disturbed the emperor, and the hero club has now lost most of the elite, if this battle is not successful, the old man's hero club will be the rat club in the future! What other disciples can you receive?" After he finished speaking, he saw Niu Defu pouting a little reluctantly, his face did not move, but he still sneered disdainfully in his heart, he knew in his heart that since the Rainstorm Sect let him out to do things, there was no way back for him to turn back and be soft, these days, it would be good if this kind of thing was poison that could only kill him.

Zhang Chongshan was very satisfied with the fearful gazes cast by him, but found that Yinchen was not moved at all, he also flattened his mouth a little helplessly, and thought to himself: "No way, this kid is a person who dares to threaten the emperor with the entire imperial family, he is an out-and-out madman, more dangerous than Harrow, and he is expected to be soft? ”

Zhang Chongshan, who figured this out, smiled coldly, activated the battle spirit of the whole body, and the hands that had originally become normal people's arms made a clicking sound of bone displacement again, he slowly pulled away the posture, protecting Hu Hansan and Old Man Zhang behind him, and blue ice crystals were precipitated in the space around his body, and the ice crystals collided with each other and condensed into wind and snow-

A small medicine bottle suddenly appeared on his undeformed hand, and he flicked the cap open with his thumb, allowing the powdery substance inside to volatilize in the wind and snow, dyeing the wind and snow around him purple. It was the toxin of the peacock gall bladder, which was much more than the toxin of the blue scorpion tail needle he was used to. When all this was ready, he let out a low shout: "Come on, let me see how many qualities you have as a legendary young hero—"

"Heh, boring. Silver Dust's hand suddenly spun the same ice blue wind and snow, but there was no cutting force in the wind and snow, nor did it have any toxins, it looked like the most ordinary wind and snow, it was almost a wind and snow with only one strength in the body, and it was particularly ridiculous in the face of the poisonous wind and snow of the master of the Combination Dao. Zhang Chongshan saw this soft blizzard, and anger and disdain flashed in his eyes: "You just use this to deal with this official?" He was saying when he suddenly saw Yinchen put away the blizzard and put down his hand.

He took the opportunity to punch out, and the purple snow flakes with peacock bile toxin swirled around Silver Dust, and then was pushed away by the purple ball of light that suddenly bloomed in Silver Dust's hand, and rolled back towards Zhang Chongshan. Those snow flakes that had been infected with purple light turned semi-metallic in an instant, the ice crystals were not ice crystals, and the blades were not blades, and in the clean and transparent storm, they shot towards Zhang Chongshan like a shotgun. Zhang Chongshan faced the same "dart offensive" as the Hehan Star Illusion, not chaotic at all, obviously he had several combat experiences with the Rainstorm Pear Flower Sect, and he knew how to deal with this dense "hidden weapon" , He swung half of his fist and suddenly retracted, his left hand on the top and his right hand on the bottom of the swing of a gas-like gesture, the surrounding wind and snow suddenly divided into two circles, the inner side rotated clockwise, the outer car rotated counterclockwise, the sandwich of the two layers of wind and snow, he was rubbed out of thunder with poisonous snow flakes, the thunder spread, the wind and snow turned into water mist, and instantly condensed into a wall of water under his soul breath, and then the cold poison broke out, the wall of water froze into a wall of ice, and between the electric light and stone fire that the snow flakes flew back upside down, so many actions were completed, which shows the horror of Hedao cultivation。

The silver-blue snow flakes like steel knives pierced the ice wall, as if they were shot into a concrete wall, they could not penetrate at all, and could only hang densely on the ice wall, and the base of this ice wall happened to be a cement low wall that had been transformed by the arcane.

The snowflakes fell on the ice wall, and it was supposed to stop there, but each snowflake was like a whole war soul beast attached to it, the blue light lit up, and it grew wildly, and in a few breaths, it expanded and merged with each other, turning into a huge quadrangular icicle that reached the ceiling, and at this time, the casting process of Silver Dust's classic magic "Swastika Great Seal" was all exposed.

Zhang Chongshan grinned, the skill of the silver-haired boy was not as inhuman as the legend, because he missed once in front of his eyes, not only was the offensive completely destroyed, but also the foundation of a divine skill was exposed. That's not all, the real thing is to expose his fatal flaw of "although he can hit far away, but any magic can only be sent but not received" in front of Zhang Chongshan, a master of the way.

After getting this information, he is not in a hurry, the magic can only be sent but not received, first of all, it means that the flaws are fixed after the move, and secondly, it means that he cannot maintain his physical strength through recruitment, and he will inevitably be at a disadvantage after a long-term struggle. At this time, Zhang Chongshan felt that his war soul beast should be transformed into a patient old wolf, slowly approaching the tender and juicy little rabbit of Silver Dust.

He put away his left hand, the wind and snow on his right fist dissipated, only letting the fist suddenly expand a circle, and then punched out lightly, almost putting the fist on the ice wall in front of him, and without seeing how to accelerate the force, he rushed with the inch of strength contained in the fist, and with a bang, the entire ice wall was shattered into powder together with the quadrangular icicle, Zhang Chongshan instantly stretched out his left hand, and the battle spirit qi was inhaled, and it actually absorbed the ice powder in the sky into his hand like a dragon snatching skill, turning into a huge white ice fist. The white Ice Fist was not as crystal clear as the blue one, and the inside of the ice cube was foggy, with blue, purple, and black impurities, and it looked like a piece of dirty old plastic. This indicates that the ice crystallizes poorly, and the texture is so brittle that a slight blow can shatter it like glass.

Zhang Chongshan's left hand was frozen by a white ice fist, and he stretched out his right hand to straighten his robe, looking particularly calm. "Not bad. His tone was relaxed, and he was like the performance of the enemy just now: "It's not in vain, but you're still young, and you don't care if you're inexperienced, is the thing in your hand mellow?" he looked at Yinchen's silver hood and chuckled, looking like he was winning.

Silver dust didn't say anything, multiple control magic is trivial for mages, but compared to controlling a magic repeatedly transformed, the turret flow of frequent moves is the best choice, spells are not martial arts, and the gain is obvious under repeated chanting, and this gain is completely unaffected by external factors, so the turret flow mage lives much easier than the mage who accurately controls the flow, unless the target is small in size, high defense and high mobility, and needs to strike accurately, otherwise the mages will no longer care after sending out a magic, and if they don't hit, they will come again.

Therefore, it is not that the silver dust with the "Blood Splitting Demon Emperor Absolute Style" cannot accurately control the magic emitted, but that he is lazy. He didn't even bother to explain to Zhang Chongshan, probably because he didn't need to explain the killing-

In the silver cuffs, purple arcane flashes shone on the fingertips, but neither the "Magician" nor the "Poison Fist Judge" made a move, because at this moment, an extremely powerful coercion suddenly erupted from a corner and enveloped the audience.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and the voices of the Thousand Miles Illusion and the disciples of the Heroes Society seemed to be very distant and blurred, except for the sound of approaching footsteps, which became clearer and heavier.

Trample.

Tread, tread.

Tread, step, step.

The sound of footsteps seemed to be a kind of fear that had condensed into substance, shrouded silently, Liu Tiangang took the lead to walk out of the shadow where he was hiding, turned to a certain place, and under his guidance, the disciples of the Heroes Society who were sitting in the hall on the first floor stood up one after another, and extra bone spurs grew on their empty hands, which turned into fists or claws with toxins. The wind and snow slowly swirled around them, and the wind and snow swirled and slowly dispersed.

The disciples of the Thousand Miles Illusion completely stopped talking, and one by one they bent down, or shrank up, and poured out handfuls of glittering sharp metal from the cuffs of their arms, and the edges of the metal gathered cold and hard wind and snow, mixed with the snow flakes all over the room, and dyed the hall on the first floor pale blue.

However, the snow flakes that were pushed by the blue ice mist suddenly froze in mid-air, and a cage-like icy force suddenly enveloped them. Silver Dust's face changed slightly, and his expression was not panic, but surprise, because he felt that the icy aura was not the whip of the Chosen One, but-

Killing.

He started seven years ago, and until now he is most familiar with the "final battle mystery".

It's just that it was the first time he discovered that there was still such a usage of the Killing Dao, or that it was infused with the mystery of the final battle of the Killing Dao, which could not be an [offensive means].

"The final battle of the auxiliary class is interesting!" Yinchen wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, the atmosphere was wrong, not at all.

The footsteps seemed to step on the hearts of everyone except Yinchen, forcing everyone's heartbeat to be the same as its frequency, and produced a fixed frequency in the still air, terrifying shock, this shock was as terrifying as an infrasonic weapon, Yinchen looked left and right, and first saw Hu Hansan's nostrils dripping out one after another ball-shaped blood beads.

"Magician" Yinchen stretched out his hand, trembled slightly in the air and shook his fingertips of the primary color, and a wisp of pure wind spread, as if a brick suddenly shattered the glass painting, in the air, to be precise, countless tiny cracks directly burst in the space, and then a loud bang like a qigong cannon exploded through the eardrums, and the snowflakes floating in the hall directly shattered into blue mist, and with a terrifying and rigid space shock, it dissipated directly in the air, and the hall returned to its original color.

On the Momu stairs in the corner, the sound of waving palms and some kind of brittle bones immediately reversed, and the sound was like breaking several soft porcelain bottles, which was not particularly crisp. The silver dust of the Law God rank could hear it clearly, and the cracking sound was mixed with a muffled snort of pain.

Yinchen put down his hand and gently lowered his hood, at this time his identity had been exposed, and there was no point in hiding it, he simply let his long silver-white hair flutter in the wind that slowly swirled around him.

He turned to the stairs and the first thing he saw was a pair of purple boots.

"Huh?" A treacherous, thin and hard voice like a steel needle came from above the boots, mixed with the sound of footsteps like a sonic weapon, which was enough to make people stand up the hairs all over their bodies: "Those nameless juniors of the Rainstorm Pear Flower Sect, can they still be emotionally embarrassed by any masters? Since their sect master is so willing to pay the capital, why don't they come here in person? Hey! This is a great shame for the sect for many years!"

After the last three heavy footsteps sounded, a tall and old figure appeared in the hall, and the old man in the purple robe had a demon-like aura rolling on his body, which made the room full of people feel sincerely afraid. The momentum on the old man's body was like a dragon spitting snow and ice in the cold winter, indifferent, rigid and full of invisible pressure. He stood at the end of the staircase that led to the second floor, three feet away from Silver Dust.