Wan Jianxin knew that once the Iron Palm Gang was involved, and the Iron Palm Gang was almost cut off from the future, there was no room for maneuver between him and Silver Dust, or between the Divine Sword Gate and the Demon Pavilion.

Kai is the right way, the same qi is connected, and the affairs of the Iron Palm Gang have to be taken care of. Jia Yuanyuan and the other disciples in the body stage lost their lives in the Demon Wei Pavilion, and this matter was a great blow to the entire righteous path. No revenge, no begging for an explanation, the prestige of the right way, the faith of the right way, where to start?

Therefore, there is no possibility of relaxation between him and Yinchen at this time, don't think about the battle or anything, the ending of the two of them today is either you live or die together.

Therefore, Wan Jianxin, not to mention overdrawing his physical strength, even if he overdrew his life, he had to fight.

But the problem is that Yinchen himself has no plans to fight hard with Wan Jianxin.

"Heh!" Yinchen sneered, his eyes full of unmistakable disappointment: "Even if you dress up to kill Matt, you have the same nerve in your bones." As he spoke, he didn't raise his hand, didn't mobilize any elemental power, and only a soft purple light lit up on his body.

He closed his eyes and made an unsuspecting appearance of being slaughtered. This appearance made Wan Jianxin's right hand holding the sword hesitate.

"What are you doing? Have you given up?" Wan Jianxin asked in surprise, his tone was full of deep disappointment, regret and unwillingness: "I originally thought that you would be the only person in the Demon Dao who could make Wan Jianxin admire?" I didn't expect ......" and "a coward" to be half agitated and half reproached, but before he could speak, Wan Jianxin saw Yinchen suddenly open his eyes, and his eyes were full of blood-colored hatred.

In an extremely short moment within a thousandth of a second, Wan Jian Xin had no ability to react in the slightest. Silver Dust turned into a purple-black silhouette and rushed towards Wan Jian Xin without warning, colliding with him fiercely.

That was the fastest speed that Silver Dust could achieve, teleportation plus the arcane acceleration of the energy particle annihilation level, with all the means that Silver Dust could currently achieve to accelerate and enhance the impact force, and the extreme speed obtained by superimposing it, completely abandoning attack and defense, the pure speed obtained.

Silver Dust's small body crashed into Wan Jianxin's arms, holding his shoulders with both hands, and knocking Wan Jianxin to the ground with his most powerful inertia.

"Demons are really untrustworthy!" Wan Jianxin reacted in the first second after he fell to the ground, and such a thought was born in his heart, and there was rolling anger. He was angry with himself, angry that he had been deceived by the hypocritical kindness shown by an evil demon, and he thought that Yinchen was a respectable opponent, but he didn't expect that he was still playing tricks with himself in the end.

However, in the next second, a black shadow flew in front of Wan Jianxin's eyes, shattering the thought he had just had just had.

It was the shadow of an arrow, the shadow of a sharp arrow flying at high speed. If Yinchen hadn't knocked down Wan Jianxin just now, then Wan Jianxin, the strongest disciple of the Divine Sword Sect at this time, would have been shot through the heart by a sharp sword shot from the back door in an unguarded situation.

Yinchen's "tricks" just now are actually saving Wan Jian Xin!

"You ......" Wan Jianxin really couldn't say anything at this time, and he couldn't even concentrate on judging the situation in front of him. Silver Dust's behavior, compared to the Mowei Pavilion costume on his body, was so inconsistent that he couldn't look at it directly.

For thousands of years, there has never been a mutual rescue between good and evil. This is tradition, this is faith, this is faith, this is rule, this is instinct. As soon as the righteous path and the demon path meet, it is either a bloody five-step battle on the spot, or a conspiracy like an endless maze, trust and cooperation or something, all of which are short-term behaviors of no more than three days, for the sake of ideas, for interests, for the reason to live and even for the sake of survival itself, the righteous path and the demon path are all in a never-ending fight and calculation to rescue each other?

Silver Dust's behavior is to trample under the tenets of this world for thousands of years, of course, he is actually fully qualified to trample under the feet of this civilization that only has a history of a thousand years. This qualification was given to him by the long-standing Chinese civilization in Evil Luohai City.

Therefore, when Wan Jianxin realized that he had been rescued by a demon master, what rose in his heart was not gratitude, but an irrepressible shock.

"Why did he save himself?" Wan Jianxin was overwhelmed by the question, and he lay on the dirt that had been removed from the turf, almost incapacitated.

Silver Dust quietly rolled to the side of a lazy donkey after pressing him down, his movements were indeed undignified, but no one would care about such trivial details. Silver Dust lay motionless on the ground, lurking like a poisonous snake.

The clumsy and chaotic sound of footsteps, even the footsteps of dragging one leg, slowly approached, approaching from all directions. Silver Dust's face turned dark, and his eyes became farther and farther away from the innocent eyes of an eleven-year-old boy, becoming cold and numb.

"It's surrounded. He finally accepted the reality that he couldn't hide, and slowly stood up.

Wan Jianxin's eyes finally regained a little bit of smart color. He got up quickly, ignoring the dirt on his body, and raised the sword in his hand to shout: "What kind of demon dares to sneak attack and hurt people!" But when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't even say a word.

In the world of monks, there are no ten thousand enemies, this is common sense.

......

Applying the face of the blue intestines, disemboweling and breaking the belly, all over the mountains and fields, in broad daylight. This is the picture scroll that unfolds in front of Wan Jianxin's eyes.

This is the most terrifying picture he can imagine in his life. Under the midday sun, on the green hill where they were, countless zombie waves surged towards them. These zombies are not thin at all, they all look like big men who have been brutally skinned alive, and the smallest and thinest ones are one and a half times the width of Wan Jian Xin, and two are as wide as silver dust. They were generally eight feet tall, some even nine feet tall, their muscles and bones exposed to the sun, half bright red pink, half rancid blue-black, ribs, livers, brains, all glowing with a disgustingly soft glow in the warm sun, blood, pus, bile and gastric juice flowing from the open stomach pouch or the knees with only two holes left, dripping to the ground, there was no corrosive green smoke, only a foul foul filth.

These zombies move very slowly, almost like old men who are about to die, but the power brought by each of their movements is equivalent to the full force of a seven-fold monk of "Clear Wind Decision", and even they carry a blue-gray Gangfeng for one action. If there were only one or two, three or five, these zombies might not be anything to Wan Jianxin, but the problem was that they were all over the mountains at this time, and the number was not one or twenty, one or two hundred, but tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands. Wan Kenxin knew that these zombies were as stiff as iron, and their defense was high enough to withstand the three or five combos of the Qi Transformation Triple Cultivator, and even if they only had one arm left, with a palm, or even half a head, they would attack any living person, and the only way to destroy them was to cut them into hundreds of pieces of equal size. Wan Jianxin knew that these zombies were not afraid of flames, because there was no flame in the world that would not be blown out by the sevenfold wind of "Clear Breeze Decision".

At this time, his heart was full of bitter despair.

At this time, they were standing in a circle about 100 paces in diameter that was slowly shrinking.

Wan Jianxin was about to throw away the sword in his hand, and for him, everything became meaningless in an instant. The battle with Silver Dust, the conquest with the demons, and the quest for justice for the Iron Palm Gang's comrades, etc., all lost their meaning, and he was surrounded by zombies, except for being eaten by these zombies to the point that there was no scum left, there would be no second ending.

It is impossible for him to break out of such a terrifying encirclement, and it can even be said that no one in this world can rely on ** mortal fetus to fight out of such a heavy encirclement, he is just a nineteen-year-old young man who has entered the body of nine, and it is impossible for him to block hundreds of thousands of troops alone.

Everything, under the visible death, seems to have lost all its meaning.