At the same time, Zhenwu was slashed bloody by the monster that used the axe, dying, the monster's blood-colored wind was like an infinite evil ghost, always exuding a distorted and rotten aura, so that Zhenwu's body protection qi dissipated unconsciously, and the fat Zhenwu dodge kung fu was not good, and was slashed by the monster with a straight plate axe kung fu, and was quickly defeated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And Liang Yunguang and the others were just in contact with the monster with the big knife The moment they came into contact with the monster with the big knife, they were burned off by the scorching wind and their clothes and hair, and they were defeated in embarrassment like pigs. From the moment Feng Lieshan sent out the 10 wire flying knives, only ten minutes had passed, and all the monks who had broken into the Purple Blood Temple had fallen.

Du Chuanchang sat cross-legged on the ground, recovering his body, while immersed in the wonderful feeling of epiphany, closing his eyes and not paying attention to the others. Everyone else was shrouded in a pillar of blood-colored light, and they could only speak, but they couldn't move, and the pillar of blood seemed to be the power of the uncertain storm. Purple Wind Sanren stood proudly in the middle of the ring, not like a victor, but like a king who examines thousands of people, he looked at the loser under his feet with satisfaction, over and over again, until the third time, he seemed to inadvertently find the silver dust standing under the ring.

Silver Dust leaned on the icicle that sealed Wei Wuliang, and his body relaxed as he watched the not very lively martial arts fight in the ring. On his left hand, a black cube emitting golden light was suspended an inch above the palm of his left hand, slowly rotating and emitting invisible light attribute magic ripples, and he had already scanned the entire ring several times.

In his mind, the holographic images of 3,395 small magic circles appeared at this time, and the combination of these magic circles was the unified large [array] that shrouded the entire stone platform, that is, the giant Juyuan style that provided a steady stream of power to the Purple Wind Scattered people. The strength of the Purple Wind Scatterer itself was as high as the thirteenth level of the Combined Dao, and the increase of the Great Array could give him the terrifying strength of the Sevenfold Void at most.

Return to the Void Sevenfold!

Yinchen shook his head, his expression didn't change at all, but he was really a little bitter in his heart, the master of the Returning Void level was far beyond his ability, except for the Immortal Qu above the fifth awakening, he didn't even have a second ability to hurt the other party.

As for hacking into the big array, those big arrays don't know what's going on, they can't even find a so-called "port", without a port, any light attribute ripples that hack into the magic will be blocked back, and it won't work. In the face of the purple wind scattering people, Yinchen seems to have few other ways except for the frontal hard shock.

However, there is one thing that is very beneficial to him, that is, the amplification type formation is only effective for the Purple Wind Scattered People on the stone ring, and the Purple Wind Scattered People in other places can only rely on themselves. Yinchen knew that this stone hall was big, if he could let that purple wind scatter people come down and fight him to the death, then there was still room for discussion about the outcome or something, after all, the gap between the Great Perfection of the Harmony Dao and the Jindan Fivefold was so big that I didn't know how to describe it.

So the Silver Dust Mage made up his mind not to go to the ring.

The Purple Wind Scattered Man finally looked up at him. Silver Dust also straightened up from the icicle and met the temporarily impossible enemy in a loose standing position. Entering through the gate of the Purple Blood Temple, there is only such a stone hall, such a stone ring, such a Purple Wind Scattered Man, there are no five books or six books, no gold and silver treasures, holy weapons, and nothing that can be called treasures, I am afraid that even a fool can see that the accumulated treasures of the Purple Blood God Sect will fall on the Purple Wind Scattered People.

"Do you have to defeat him?" Mage Silver Dust silently calculated in his heart, it seemed that the odds of victory would hardly exceed thirty percent - the advantage of strength and the right time and place were not on Silver Dust's side.

Yinchen looked up at Zifeng Sanren, anyway, he was small and short, and he had to look up at everyone he saw, even if he was unhappy, he couldn't blame others. He quietly watched the purple wind scatter, and a bright red halo slowly lit up in his drooping hands.

He could clearly see that Zifeng Sanren was still carrying a whip in his hand. For mages, meeting the warriors to remove their weapons first is a good start.

Zifeng Sanren looked at him condescendingly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an arrogant smile as he became more and more human: "Ignorant and timid ant, do you really think that you will be safe and sound by hiding under this decisive battle platform?" he said, waving his hand very lightly and casually, and then turned away again, seemingly disdainful of not daring to take another look at Silver Dust. His style made Yinchen very puzzled, and he didn't expect that he was such an insignificant little role in the eyes of Zifeng Sanren. Obviously, a super genius boy who can beat the master of the Convergence Dao to the point that he can't move, but there is no way to arouse the desire of the Purple Wind Sanren to take action in person, it can only be said that as a mage, his ability to pull hatred is really ......

"Damn, did I fall for some kind of hate-blocking trick?" Silver Dust touched his nose the moment the Purple Wind Scatterer turned around, and then shrugged in the mud, he knew that many of the monks in the Blood Pillar had seen his funny moves.

The Silver Dust Mage would not know that anyone who stepped into the hall was firmly monitored by a formation that enveloped the entire hall, and this formation did not monitor people, but only monitored the flow of vitality in the human body. Everyone, whether it was Feng Lieshan, Wei Wuliang or Lei Qianqi, as long as they stepped into the hall, they would be monitored by the large array, and they would become the source of vitality in the hearts of Zifeng Sanren, and instantly let Zifeng Sanren know their cultivation realm, Yuan Force attributes, and even the approximate characteristics of their moves. There is no way to shield this kind of surveillance, even Wei Wuliang, who is frozen in icicles, is still under surveillance, but this large array also has the only and most fatal shortcoming, that is, it can only monitor the [Yuan Force] cultivation, that is, the cultivation of the five powers of the wind, thunder, gold, and poisonous ghosts.

To put it simply, this hall could not monitor the power of the Silver Dust Mage, because he had no Yuan Power in his body, only four kinds of magic power: light, dark, water, and fire. In the eyes of Zifeng Sanren, he actually doesn't have any power, he is a real ant who can be pinched to death casually.

Although Zifeng Sanren looks like a person, he can't actually be regarded as a real human being, he has hidden this from everyone, even Yinchen didn't see it, he won't be like a normal person, he has any doubts about the fact that Yinchen can seal a master like Wei Wuliang, any touch. The people in the eyes of the purple wind scatter people only have the strength of the gangfeng, and there are no other attributes, the person who is strong in the gangfeng is a dangerous enemy, and the person who is weak in the gangfeng is the waste that cannot threaten himself. At this time, he was still acting according to the information provided by the invisible array in the hall that could not even be found by scanning the terminal, and even his own actions were set up by the [Purple Wind Scatterer] in advance. (To be continued.) )