A faint purple light appeared from Yinchen's body, and the arcane was launched at an accelerated pace, but he didn't have time to escape Wei Wuliang's attack. Wei Wuliang, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun", is a master of the Tao, and his speed is the fastest among all the people that Yinchen has seen, faster than Yinchen himself. Even if he used the arcane acceleration, he couldn't escape within three meters of Wei Wuliang's body.

Wei Wuliang, the old man of the Demon Pavilion, didn't seem to like to use any hidden weapons, so he directly stretched out his dark and hideous hands and grabbed them towards Yinchen. At this time, in addition to the bitterness that filled his heart, there was only one thought left, and that was to twist Yinchen's neck as quickly as possible. He wasn't really so cruel, just because he knew that it was really cruel enough to hand over Yinchen to Du Chuanchang alive, because of his habitual evasion, Zhang Mengmeng died a humiliating and ugly death, and he was very cruel to Zhang Mengmeng, a promising junior, so he didn't want Yinchen to accept more cruelty, and he also witnessed Du Chuanchang's cruelty to Zhang Mengmeng that did not hurt his flesh but trampled on his heart, so he never wanted Yinchen to experience the same cruelty again.

Therefore, as soon as he came up, he exerted all his strength, without reservation.

At this moment, Silver Dust no longer has any room to dodge, because the domain perception is sealed, he has almost no ability to establish teleportation coordinates through the domain perception instantly, so his teleportation spell cannot be used very well, and at this time he has been completely shrouded in the corrupt aura emitted by Wei Wuliang's hands, and the space itself has been disturbed by the dark element in the ghost system, and the danger of forcibly launching a teleportation has greatly increased, and the slightest carelessness will cause an accident. Silver Dust doesn't want to accidentally lock himself in subspace for hundreds of years.

Wei Wuliang's pitch-black hands were getting closer and closer, and the violent wind pressure emitted from his hands like compressed air cannons had already shattered the shield of Silver Dust, and it would be completely shattered and disappeared in a moment.

With the full force of the merge master, it is impossible for any qi master to follow, even if it is a mage.

At this most critical moment, Yinchen calmed down instead, and his mind did not become a blank, but formed a clear line of thought. "Demon Crying Slash Fist!" This was the first and most effective plan for Yin Chen to think of at this moment, the conclusion that the people of the Demon Pavilion's Dark Element Magic were afraid of the dark elemental magic had been personally verified by Elder Feng Lieshan.

The largest spell position in the sea of qi vibrate, and Silver Dust's mind suddenly became ethereal and clear, all the complicated spells, all the precise calculations and meticulous spell combos, the timing of the switch between the slowdown/blockade state and the broken state, and the grasp of distance and spell time, these things that originally belonged to the mage's combat instinct were all forgotten at this moment, and the only thing left in his mind was the first punch that was first opened in heaven and earth.

He threw that punch, sixty degrees in front of him, the light within 4 meters suddenly dimmed, and a vague and extremely domineering dark fist shadow exploded with the movement of Silver Dust. The speed of Silver Dust was too fast, and his first blow even directly bypassed Wei Wuliang's defense and hit the old man's chest hard, Rao is huge Yuan Power with the Convergence Dao Realm, and he was also beaten to the point of spurting out a mouthful of blood.

After that, it's a light-speed combo.

Straight punches.

Straight punch straight punch straight punch.

Straight Punch Straight Punch Straight Punch Straight Punch -

The black fist shadow erupted from Silver Dust's fists like a cannon shot, like a few shots, like a rocket launcher, like a cluster missile, like the legendary lightning light speed punch that only heroes can cast. The chaotic fist tide even nearly collapsed a ring of stone pillars around it, knocking down the rock hall. There was no explosion, not even the surge of the gangfeng, only the black fist shadows more than one person high, each blow had a terrifying force of dozens of tons, compared to the impact force of the maglev train rushing at high speed, as if the catastrophe of the continuous shot was finally shattered, the gangfeng full of decay and decay breath -

But Wei Wuliang was still not injured, because Wei Wuliang's hands were not human hands at all, and of course it could not be his own hands.

It was the light weapon that was found in the last treasure hiding place that the Demon Pavilion, Devil Claw, [Dirty Blood], found before heading to the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain.

Except for Wei Wuliang, no one recognized that light weapon, and even almost strangled Feng Lieshan and Woe Ji who wanted to get it, as for Du Chuanchang, a light weapon that needed a ghost true yuan to drive, what was the use of holding it? In his words: "To the deity, it is not as meaningful as a night pot." Therefore, Wei Wuliang obtained the light weapon and completely fused it into his hands, which also completely changed the appearance and strength of his hands.

Wei Wuliang's Gangfeng is similar to Feng Lieshan's Gangfeng, both are the power of the [ghost] attribute or the undead attribute, and the people who can really condense the pure dark attribute Yuan power of the [Demon King's Breath] are the only ones left in the whole world, Mr. Demon Heart and Sang Tianliang. The decaying and gloomy wind pressure emitted by Wei Wuliang had completely dissipated when it touched the fist shadow. The power of the undead in the face of the real dark power, and the power of the corrupt attribute in the face of the power of the real crushing attribute are always crushed at the touch of a button, this is the internal operating rule of the dark element, and almost no force can change such a rule. Therefore, no matter how much Gang Feng Wei Wuliang had, in the face of Yinchen's fist shadow, he could only use his physical body to block it.

His wind was completely defeated, but his claws could easily withstand all the dark fist shadows. His hands were quickly intertwined, and he scattered the black fist tide like a storm of silver dust one by one, and of course he was also shocked by the strength of Silver Dust's fist, and stopped at a distance of three and a half in front of Silver Dust. His opponent, on the other hand, quickly retreated with the help of the force of the shock.

The tide of darkness was interrupted abruptly and without warning. Silver Dust finally flew back five meters with the help of arcane acceleration, and dodged far away, but he was still unfortunate enough to be hit in the stomach.

His belly had been cut almost straight open, and a scalpel-sharp, thin throwing knife had almost completely sunk into his body. Yinchen gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and quickly pulled out the flying knife that was thrown by Wei Wuliang at any time, his thin body shook violently, but he still refused to fall, this situation made Wei Wuliang both unbearable and anxious. Silver Dust hurried to unleash a light healing spell on himself. At the same time, the elemental compensation he had accumulated from the continuous release of the Demon Cry Slash Fist had violently increased this healing magic to a level that he would not have dared to imagine on a daily basis.

In a flash of white light, he was actually cured......

Silver Dust didn't care about being surprised or ecstatic. The tall figure of the old man of the Demon Pavilion, who appeared in front of him again, had no choice but to grit his teeth, twisted his delicate little face, and almost raised the strength of his whole body to swing a blow of the Demon Cry Slash Fist. (To be continued.) )