Pitch-black balls continued to fire out from the barrel of the gun, but they couldn't stop the tall figure of Zhenwu getting closer and closer, and the silver dust dodged to the left, wanting to avoid the three people who came from the impact, but he didn't expect the three people to change direction almost at the same time, running straight towards him. Silver Dust dodged left and right many times, but no matter what, the three of them could change direction lightly, as if the three of them had completely merged into one at this time, becoming one. "What kind of Juyuan style is this? It can actually lock the bodies of three people together?" Yinchen hurried in disbelief, and with a slight distraction, Zhenwu's tall figure had already appeared within a zhang.

The chains, suddenly straightened, and the iron ball, with a whistling storm, smashed into the helmet of Silver Dust at a speed of almost Mach 2. Silver Dust didn't have time to dodge, at this time, the speed of the four of them was above the speed of sound, and Silver Dust couldn't even speed up even if he wanted to. In addition to the illusionary magic of the dark fog and dark nightmare, he in the state of the armored magic spear only has one trick available, no more defensive covers, no teleportation can be used, and even the arcane acceleration cannot be used because of the random puppet, at this time, compared to the three enemies, he is almost stationary. In an instant, the huge iron ball arrived in front of Silver Dust.

In the shortest moment, Yinchen gave up continuing to shoot, but suddenly waved his right hand, among the chain mail on his arm, three machetes and two axes suddenly popped out, with the movement of the arm and the iron ball slammed together, only an explosion-like loud sound was heard, Yinchen was smashed by an iron ball and flew backwards, fell out of more than two thousand meters at a speed of Mach 1.5, plunged into a rocky mountain, three long knives were completely shattered, but the two plate axes almost cut the iron ball into three petals, and the straight iron chain also rolled back in a flash, almost dragging Zhenwu upside down。

Scourge and Du Chuanchang shouted, and in one breath, they arrived in front of Yinchen, at this time, the boy in chain armor had just pulled himself out of a big pit that he had smashed out, and even his legs were still stuck in the gap in the rock, and he didn't have any ability to dodge and detour at all.

Woe Ji rushed in front of Du Chuanchang, who was faster than him, and rushed in front of Yinchen, and the distance between the two sides was only five or six feet. Scourge let out a sharp laugh, his eyes suddenly rolled white, and a gray, crazy coercion came out of his body, and the spear in his hand instantly swung into a frenzied dragon.

The raindrops of gunfire fell on Yinchen's body, the black heavy armor made an overwhelming creak, and there was still no intention of cracking, Yinchen waved his hands desperately, and the mage's primary fighting skills taught in the school were forgotten by him again, and turned into a flurry of convulsions, and the remaining 33 weapons, including chains, sickles, telescopic spears and other things, all bounced out, dancing wildly in the air, but they were all picked up by the jealous spears, and they didn't work at all. The original design of the armor magic spear was intended for mages who were not proficient in close-range combat, those weapons could automatically pop up to kill, and even kill some masters who were proficient in physical arts, but in the face of a "Xuanxuan" powerhouse like Scourge, the simple slash and stab was useless at all.

After waving his arms for a while, Silver Dust could only hold his head, allowing the Scourge to attack, and the continuous falling spear stabs finally caused a slight crack in the armor. Not only was it a curse, but even Du Chuanchang, who was standing behind him, showed an excited look, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips.

Silver Dust's heart was horizontal, and the dark chain mail boots on his feet exploded suddenly, turning into a huge recoil force that shook him up from the crack in the stone, and flew into the air one foot high, and then two purple flames erupted from behind the chain mail, making his body rise a foot higher again.

This is already the height of transcending the limit. The plasma jet behind it gradually dried up, and the shoulders and helmet of the chain mail also cracked more gaps due to their own weight. Silver Dust could even feel a cold and hard wind blowing on his head.

The black figure slowly retreated, and the set of marksmanship of the scourge was just exhausted, and he was defending the pullback, while Du Chuanchang was lightning pounced on the landing point of the silver dust.

At this moment, a silver-white arrow broke through the turbulent wind created by the taboo and accurately hit Yinchen's left hand, and coincidentally, the arrow just hit a gap in the armor of his left hand.

A slight cracking sound sounded like heaven to others, and the armor of Silver Dust's left hand shattered into thousands of black fragments, falling down one after another, and the qi-extinguishing arrow also fell towards the mountain below at the same time, and the shattered armor actually completely absorbed the kinetic energy of that arrow.

The left hand that was free was not affected by the uncertain turmoil in an instant, and it was still light and flexible. At the same moment, Du Chuanchang let out a joyful laugh, and his body suddenly jumped up, almost giving Yinchen twenty or thirty punches to his bare left hand in the air.

He's even put on a pretty dashing punching stance.

At this moment, Silver Dust was in the air, and the armor magic spear also began a chain reaction due to partial damage, and the mage's magic shield was the same in any form, either intact or completely shattered. Yinchen faced Du Chuanchang, facing this congestion master who could throw many punches in one second, and could kill his opponent as long as he broke the skin and bleed, and was losing the only defense in his body.

At this moment, Silver Dust's face armor also began to shatter into black points of light, revealing half of his small face, and in the silver pupils of his right eye, boundless wind and snow suddenly surged, which was a sign of his spell casting.

The left hand, the left hand that had lost all protection poked out in an instant, and then retracted, as if it had not moved at all, a straight punch, a straight punch that was countless times more terrifying than Wan Jianxin's "Killing Dao" martial arts, silently, almost in a very short moment when time stood still, it hit Du Chuanchang. Silver Dust couldn't fire a second punch because the two huge spell slots in the sea of qi didn't support continuous spellcasting at all.

Du Chuanchang's body shattered violently in the air, to be precise, the lower half of his body was completely shattered into scattered flesh and bones. He was so excited when he flew up that he jumped higher than Silver Dust, and when he made his raiser, he was two heads taller than Silver Dust. Silver Dust raised his hand and struck, and the first hit was actually his stomach. (To be continued.) )