Those black-clothed people could only hide behind the surrounding trees or in the dark corners of the walls at the moment, silently watching everything here, but no one dared to lean out to attract the attention of the white-clothed swordsman, because the coercion exuded by the white-clothed swordsman was a distraction and thirteen layers of coercion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The peak of distraction is only one step away from the path of convergence.

Zhao Lingfeng retreated, he had to retreat, because he only had the realm of transforming qi, and the opponent was a whole realm higher than himself, which was an absolutely impossible gap, and what was even more terrifying was that he could feel the coercion of the killing dao in front of him, who was only a few years older than himself, and felt the coercion of the killing dao, which was far more profound than the killing dao he comprehended, and the more condensed killing dao mystery, the opponent in front of him, whether in terms of strength or technology, was not something he could fight against.

Zhao Lingfeng's eyelids jumped, and a sense of despair arose in his heart, he had just known his life experience, knew the meaning of his life, and was just about to start his infinitely wonderful life, when he met such a terrifying master. He was desperate, but he would not be restrained, he clenched the plate axe in his hand, and urged the wind in his body to the extreme, and at the same time ordered the maid who was already stunned: "Take Mr. out of the back door, and tell the people in the True King's Mansion everything here." ”

He commanded, his eyes resting on the white-clad swordsman's right hand, staring at his movements, while his mind had already sketched out a simple escape route. That is to desperately block the opponent's first blow, and then shout while taking advantage of the opponent's recruitment to retreat, retreating into the quiet room, he knows that as long as he shouts, those dark guards who have always followed behind will inevitably charge out, even if they form a military force to block the white-clothed swordsman. Zhao Lingfeng was different from most righteous paths, he didn't think about rushing and doing it when he encountered danger, but used everything he could to protect his friends and himself, and then thought about how to repel the strong enemy.

He didn't shout about his identity and power when he was provoked by others like other sons and buddies in the palace, and used the identity of the prince as a shield. When he encounters a provocation from others, he always thinks about how to win and level that person most quickly and effectively.

He retreated, it was not advisable for a divine warrior to do this, because retreating meant timidity, and his momentum would decline first, and the combat power he could exert was also reduced, but Zhao Lingfeng still did it, because his idea at the moment was to defend with all his strength and strive for survival, rather than attacking with all his strength and killing the enemy.

The white-clothed swordsman ignored Zhao Lingfeng's small movements, because there was no need. He slowly lifted the hand holding the hilt of the sword upwards, and slowly pulled out a golden-green slender blade, as the blade was unsheathed, Zhao Lingyun's face became more and more beautiful, because the sword in the hand of the white-clothed swordsman was actually a precious weapon!

"This ......" he was completely stunned, and his mind went blank for a moment. Any divine weapon, after the heavenly change, can forcibly raise the realm of the holder to a triple level, and only the opponent can suppress it if he takes out a divine weapon of the same rank. The white-clothed swordsman in front of him, plus the sword in his hand, his combat power is a triple battle. In the realm of Hedao, just one name can make many samurai give up resistance and wait for death.

The white-clothed swordsman raised the sword in his hand and opened his mouth slightly, really wanting to say a few domineering declarations of war, but at this moment, a low and magnetic voice suddenly came from behind Zhao Lingfeng, almost choking the white-clothed swordsman with his own saliva.

"I said kill Brother Matt, when did you learn to be as mentally retarded as Fang Tianhang, and like to pause in front of your friends?

The white-clothed swordsman's face froze suddenly, his movements completely stopped, and the sword in his hand seemed to suddenly become as hot as a stolen car. He would not forget that this treasure-level mystical sword was forged for him by the silver-haired young man behind the true king.

"Yinchen! Come here, don't be with someone like Zhao Don't forget!This kind of demon doesn't deserve to appear in front of you!" The white-clothed swordsman who was called by Silver Dust to kill Brother Matt did not stop, but suddenly took a step, and a bright sword went straight in front of Zhao Lingfeng's throat. At this moment, Zhao Lingfeng suddenly relaxed.

"Don't forget, Zhao", he heard the three words clearly.

"Of course I won't be with that kind of guy who looks for Don't forget, I'm with Zhao Lingfeng, I'm sorry, kill Brother Matt, you recognized the wrong person......" Yinchen heard "Zhao Don't forget" This name, it is all understood, he also told Zhao Lingfeng before, the real king raised a fake puppet son Zhao Don't forget, the strange poison in his body, controlled by the real king, Zhao Lingfeng sighed just now, saying that the guy is really pitiful, and it is good to have a chance to be on the list, but it didn't come to fruition, in the blink of an eye, the real prince of the world, Zhao Lingfeng himself was recognized as the poor stand-in, and came to seek revenge. Yinchen didn't know why Brother Matt wanted to hunt down and kill Zhao Don't forget, and he didn't have any interest in knowing, he just had to make sure that Zhao Lingfeng wouldn't die unjustly because of this, as for Zhao Don't forget's life or death?

As Silver Dust spoke, he also quietly raised his hand, and lightly lit up a fiery red light on his fingertips. In the next second, the white-clothed swordsman suddenly let go of the sword in his hand, and the precious mysterious weapon melted into a golden-red copper water in an instant under the surprised eyes of Zhao Lingfeng and the white-clothed swordsman, and fell into the soil under his feet, causing a bright white smoke.

"Silver Dust, you ......" The white-clothed swordsman's calm and strong expression completely collapsed, turning into a frightened and panicked expression. He looked at Yinchen who came up from behind in a daze, his black and blue eyes were full of disbelief and panic, he thought that Yinchen was an enemy of his life and death brother for the sake of the real king in front of him, and he thought that Yinchen abandoned the justice in his heart for power, money or other reasons, and willingly threw himself into the dirty and rotten public government yamen in the south, and was willing to be an official who oppressed the people.

"Or is he blinded?" thought the white-clothed swordsman, forcing himself to calm down, but soon, Silver Dust denied all of his illusions.

"Brother Kill Matt, it's been a long time, haven't you been willing to change to a better sword?" Yinchen walked up and patted him lightly on the shoulder, just like before the last parting, casual, cordial, and nothing seemed to have changed. He leaned close to the ear of the white-clothed swordsman and said softly, "Are you mistaken? This person next to me has never been out of the True King's Mansion, who has he provoked?"

The white-clothed swordsman's face turned red for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal, and the wind on his body almost instinctively withered at the moment when the silver dust approached. Zhao Lingfeng looked at Yinchen and this extremely powerful white-clothed swordsman, and saw that the swordsman almost didn't intend to guard against Yinchen at all, and he actually felt a sense of envy in his heart for no reason. In the True King's Mansion, several sisters only revered him, and all the servants only worshiped him, and because he had always been worried about his mother, he was wary of everyone, including his father, and he never thought that people could trust each other so much that they neglected to take precautions.

"Don't forget, the true king's son, has done a lot of evil things, the world thinks that the true king's family is unlucky, the father of the gentleman raised a bully son, a few days ago, he committed a big crime, the court has not reacted, but on the rivers and lakes, some killer lines have even offered a price! I have investigated that big case with my master, and I have been tracking it down here, not for any killer's reward, or what reward do you think can move my Wan Jian Xin?"

The white-clothed swordsman whispered quickly to Silver Dust. At this time, there is no need to guess his identity, he is Wan Jianxin, the first master of youth, his divine cultivation is more terrifying than the heads of those small sects that are not on the heavenly list, and a divine sword in his hand is dedicated to harvesting demon heads, which is worshiped and emulated by young people all over the world.

"Killer, there won't be a black gas building, right?" Yinchen heard Wan Jianxin's words, his face turned slightly, and at the same time, his magic power secretly burned. Before Wan Jianxin said this, he originally thought that those black-clothed people were hiding in the shadows, but they were just curious about the magic moves of a distracting master, and wanted to see them and watch the battle up close...... Zhao Lingfeng is afraid that he is really in danger.

"There are more than just black gas buildings...... What do you care about that for?" Wan Jianxin said casually, and then heard Yinchen shout: "Zhao Lingfeng pay attention!"

"I already knew! Sneaky, I knew at a glance that it wasn't a good thing!" It was too late, and a sword light sprinted from Zhao Lingfeng's north gate thoughts, it was the attack of the samurai who entered the body, and Zhao Lingfeng, the moment he felt the wind behind him, turned around sharply, and then-

The footsteps faltered, the axe swept, and a bright blue metal reflection with a scorching storm exploded, followed by a splash of blood.

That's a more clever way to break the defense than the staggered defense, and the flashback is instantaneous to break the defense.

After all, he is a mage, and there are not many opportunities for hand-to-hand combat, and even if he is hand-to-hand combat, he is in a state of continuous attack most of the time and does not have much opportunity to apply this technique.

In just one mistake, the first sneak attacker was seriously injured by Zhao Lingfeng's axe, and fell to the ground and convulsed. The rest of the black-clothed warriors still rushed forward without fear of death, not because they really forgot to die, but because they were all in a state of staggered and broken defense, and they couldn't stop at all. Most of the staggered defense-breaking methods that have been handed down in this world are quite ordinary straightforward goods, such as Zhao Lingfeng's "Lingyun Ghost Step", Wan Jianxin/Wanxiang's "Willow Catkins with the Wind", and Yinchen's "Heavenly Demon Xiang Dance", which can be used to break the defense by flashback, are all extremely rare divine skills, and they are all treasures of the town faction that are secretly inherited in huge forces such as the Ten Great Sects, where can ordinary people see them?

No, seeing that a water tester was killed in an instant, the faces of the black-clothed brothers who followed showed frightened expressions, and they hurriedly adjusted their steps, but it was a pity that they did it in vain.

They adjusted their pace, and they could indeed skillfully avoid Zhao Lingfeng's attack range, which was also a small advantage of the mature offensive mystery of staggered defense, although it was an offense, it was not a road that could only be sent and not received, but unfortunately, what they were facing at the moment was not a Zhao Lingfeng who was armed with an ax in close combat.

At that moment just now, Wan Jianxin had already reacted, and the wind on his body exploded, and he protected the silver dust in it as soon as possible, this is Wan Jianxin, once he decided that his friend could sacrifice himself to protect him in any situation Wan Jianxin, although Wan Jianxin was defenseless at this moment, he still couldn't change his instinct to protect his friend first in case of an emergency, of course, his Gangfeng not only completely shrouded the silver dust, but also blocked him inside, and he couldn't rush over to block the knife for Zhao Lingfeng at the first time.

Yinchen's body method was blocked, but he didn't have any intention of blaming Wan Jianxin, of course, he couldn't watch Zhao Lingfeng fight alone. As a mage, being blocked is not a reason to leave the battle, and the range of his moves is already enough to cover the entire small garden at this moment.

There were two crisp clicks in Yinchen's body, as if some kind of mechanical device was assembled one after another, Wan Jianxin's face turned pale when he heard such a sound, and he looked at Yinchen with a strange expression and turned around to face the few killers who rushed from behind.

"Light for melee, darkness for long-range, to put it simply, it's really troublesome to do, the darkness of the deep snow and cold has no clue in the range, and the remoteness of the heart-breaking cold smoke is still far away, and now it can barely be used, only this overlord black sky flame dragon, fortunately, the fire dragon roars, the hot sun and hell can be combined into it, and it can be regarded as a dark magic that can be considered to have completed a trick...... Thinking so, Silver Dust felt that the soul origin that had been accumulated recently was rapidly depleting, and he knew that a new spell slot was about to be born, and in the future, he would no longer need to combine the Flying Dragon Strike Thief Flame Cannon with the Black Sky Gang Divine Cannon in order to fire that boundless explosive armor-piercing projectile.

"Black Sky Flame Dragon ......" Yinchen got up and shouted, and at the same time swung out a hand knife with all his right hand, the hand knife he swung out was so perfect, no matter in action, speed, or flexibility, there was no flaw at all, and his stiff and rigid moves in the "Soul Condensation Dafa" that were forcibly driven by magic were completely different from the stiff and rigid moves in the "Soul Condensation Dafa", which was repeatedly explained by the remnants of the thunder god and the ghost god, and at the same time he had trained for a long time "Cold Broken Hand Knife", which came from the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" 's hand kung fu used to be the most chilling hand-to-hand combat kung fu in the Demon Wei Pavilion, until the Demon Wei Pavilion was split, and the original copy of the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" was lost in the Black Mountain Villa before it gradually came out of the rivers and lakes.

When Yinchen stretched out his hand, not only Wan Jian Xin, but even the killers who rushed towards him were startled. "Mowei Pavilion?" one of them exclaimed, his voice completely out of tune. Before the man's words landed, he saw a small dark red flame suddenly rise from the palm of Yinchen's hand, and then the flame seemed to rise in the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a straight fire dragon.