"Presumptuous!"

"Disobedience!"

"Speak wildly!"

"Kill all the doors!

Yinchen's voice was indifferent, even a little lazy, but no matter how the sixteen talented slaves yelled and abused, his voice could always penetrate the noise and transmit it to the ears of the prince and to the ears of every great talent. No matter how loud those talented slaves were, they finally listened to Yinchen's words word for word, and they were really like some kind of magic sound, once they were poured into their minds, they could never be forgotten.

After Yinchen finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand from his sleeve, and his white palm flicked away, and an inch above him, a cloud of mist swirled.

It was a blizzard.

Just as the Hellflame can be used as a carrier for fireballs, Blizzard can also be used as a carrier for Ice Fist. Silver Dust's Ice Fist has three forms, the Punch of Heavy, the Fist of Assassination, and the Fist of Nothingness, and at this moment Silver Dust is using the Fist of Nothingness.

The blade of nothingness is the blizzard itself.

Seeing the clouds and mist on Yinchen's hands, the prince's face turned pale instantly, and his legs bent violently, so that he didn't fall directly to the ground.

"You, are you from Indra?" the prince turned five hundred and forty degrees in his attitude, and his tone was respectful with trepidation, and he whispered cautiously. He knew that now that Gangfeng had returned to his position, the ordinary exercises for cultivating Xuan Ice and Battle Soul had become invalid, and only the Indra Divine Sect still had a secret method for cultivating Cold Ice and War Soul, but it was said that the process was more than ten times more difficult and painful. The young man in front of him was able to form such a transparent cloud of ice mist in his palm, obviously he was not shallow in terms of ice ability, and he might even deduce that he had some kind of powerful battle spirit.

However, the prince regretted it a little when he said this, and then he remembered that Indra is also advancing with the times, and now Indra is also said to be based on Gangfeng cultivation, and the ice power has been transferred to the small lamp buro army, and even if it is lamp buro, the ice ability cultivated is also fluctuating, but there is no fluctuation on the young man in front of him.

"Now you know about climbing relatives?" Yinchen suddenly clenched his fists and crushed the cloud of wind and snow in his palm. However, the ice circle quickly unfolded under his feet, and where the ice circle passed, whether it was the ground, the wall, or the tables and chairs, there was no thick layer of ice, or a thin layer of ice, but directly under some terrible power like a curse, the whole ice crystal was formed.

Among the ice crystals, the purple arcane flashes were dotted, and then extinguished after flashing, this is the destination of Silver Dust's transformation technique.

Ice spurs slowly grew from Silver Dust's fist. At the same time, the blue tables, chairs, benches, chopsticks, and even food that turned into transparent ice sculptures made a clattering sound of gears, which were really deformed like machinery, and all the protrusions were condensed into the ground by the machinery condensed by the ice, and the wall behind the silver dust suddenly cracked open three gates, and three heavy tanks without turrets appeared in the dark ice cavity behind the door, ready to go.

Seeing such a change, the prince said in a bad heart, he knew that Deng Buluo's ability could now unfold the ice circle, and then burst out from the ground to the air one by one, when had he seen such a big battle? This kind of ability is obviously not what Deng Buluo can have, and the person in front of him is obviously not from Jianzhou Nu'er's side.

However, since the young man in front of him has such a strange ability, his collection value is even higher. The prince looked at the frost all over the ground, and many strange shadows floated through his pupils. This young man, he is determined to win.

"You ......"

"I'm not from Indra. ”

"This king understands. ”

"But the way you wanted to kneel just now was ridiculous. ”

The voice of the silver dust was almost drowned out in the scolding of the minions, and the old man behind the prince had pure white hair and no wind. Silver Dust's gaze suddenly focused on him. The old man's heart suddenly rose a cold air, for the sake of safety, he secretly used his strength, his feet sank, and quietly stabilized the lower plate, and there was a slight itch in the soles of his feet, which was the incidental reaction when the wind gathered, and he could mobilize the strength of his whole body by stepping on the ground at any time.

Silver Dust looked at him and sneered. And the invective around him suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a distant and ancient momentum, but it was difficult to hide the decay, slowly expanded, forcing him to turn his head and look at this prince in a little surprise.

"Huh?" Yinchen didn't expect that the young prince in front of him was actually a saint-level master, and the pressure on him was quite great.

"Boy, don't think that this king can get the canonization of His Majesty, just relying on his background is enough. The young prince slowly stood up, and the wind fluctuations on his body became stronger and stronger, almost filling the square circle where he stood.

Everywhere the wind passed, pieces of vague phantoms rippled out, there was a bright moonlight, there was a purple night, and there were lush forests and bamboos. Eventually, the illusion settled down, revealing a deep purple forest at night.

"Realm: Crape Myrtle Forest. ”

This is a kind of killing way, a real killing way. Like the ruthlessness of the years of Wan Jianxin, the slaughter of the city at night in prison, and the boundless blood river of Helao, they are all the products of killing the Tao and sensing the world and concretizing the spirit. Silver Dust's pupils twitched when he saw the vision.

He didn't expect that he would be able to see visions.

As a mage, his spiritual power is compared to the people of this world, which is like the sea compared to a water tank. The immense amount of spiritual power has many advantages, but it also has a disadvantage, that is, it cannot see illusions.

As far as the eye can see, everything is the truth.

He had long been accustomed to the honest world, and everything he saw was true, and he would never be disturbed by external spiritual forces. He had paid a lot of money and missed many opportunities, but he was still proud, but now he was able to see visions.

Is it that his mental power has decreased? Is it that the opponent's killing path is too strong? No, but the ability to capture the Heaven Demon Pupil has advanced. He saw not only the vision, but also the truth behind the vision. When the prince opened the Gangfeng realm, by the way, the formation mechanism of the Gangfeng realm was also shown in front of Yinchen.

If Silver Dust can stimulate Gangfeng, he can create an identical realm in the blink of an eye, and he can even evolve various realms through the means of a mage, but he doesn't have Gangfeng.

Now he has no wind in his body, and if he wants to fly, he can only use gravity distortion.

There is no wind in his hands, but there can be fire under his feet. He let out a little bit of the breath of fire, or the fluctuation of the flames. This fluctuation was a flame energy that was even smaller than the Fireball Technique, which he used to urge and gain with Heavenly Tribulation, and then operate according to the operating mechanism he had just seen.

The whole hall suddenly fell silent, it was not the silence of the falling needle, but the silence of the tomb of death, and the tomb of death was not buried by some noble person, but the mad fire demon Andua.

The entire hall lit up in that instant, orange-yellow light filled the beautiful space, the walls full of girls disappeared, the lava fell down, forming a waterfall of fire, and endless red lotus bloomed under everyone's feet.

Hell Temple.

This is the illusion of the Demon Temple's Hell Flame, an entire lava palace, a place where no other creature wants to linger except for the Fire Demon who is the king.

The illusion came and went quickly, almost in a flash, but at this time, no one in the entire hall could underestimate this silver-haired man, the prince's domain was at most a square circle, and this prince's domain completely shrouded the lobby, and there were a hundred steps in a radius.

This is the difference between a warrior and a magician, the power of a warrior comes from himself and influences the surroundings with his own energy, while the power of a magician comes from the rules and controls the heavens and the earth from the beginning.

The strength of the prince is very strong, and his melee ability far surpasses that of Silver Dust, but when he fights against Silver Dust, he must face the celestial phenomena in Silver Dust's hands.

He must single-handedly fight against a side of heaven and earth, and for a warrior, the odds of victory are slim.

Seeing the fleeting hell, the prince's face finally changed, he silently put away the realm realm, but he didn't put away his hand, just stared at the silver dust coldly, and said word by word: "This king wants to fight with you personally, and you are not allowed to use summons!"

"Duel?" Yinchen raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this minion prince to be able to think about a duel after seeing his magic domain.

However, he can understand that it is one thing to judge the situation and another to prove that he is useful to his master. If the prince retreats without a fight today, then in the future, his reputation of not even daring to move a fourteen-year-old child will spread thousands of miles away-a room of people in Peacock Terrace can't be sealed.

The lord is worried about the humiliation of the ministers, and the lord is humiliated and the ministers flee. The rules of the Wind Source Continent are like this. For the sake of his subordinates, he must have face, and for the sake of face, it is completely normal to charge towards the impossible. A warrior's bravery is sometimes stupid, and sometimes it has the power to shock people.

As soon as the prince said this, Yinchen was a little difficult. As a mage, he is good at dealing with a large number of lower-level enemies, and in the face of a prince like him, he looks like a master who has reached the top of the mountain, and he is like a whip of the chosen one, but it is a bit tricky. But after thinking about it, what's the point of dealing with a large number of miscellaneous soldiers? This is the Wind Source Continent, and the evolution of the heavens in the future will definitely be more and more biased towards the strong, and it will not give him the opportunity to go alone. Xi'er's intentional or unintentional actions, he also hoped that he could become a dueling mage, and strive for a breakthrough in personal high-level martial arts, after all, the biggest enemy he is currently facing is a single Wudu, not the Purple Wind idler of the Endless Tower, Yinchen wanted to understand the key to this, and sighed a little depressedly, before he said:

"It doesn't matter if I play with you, but if I win, you are not allowed to have any crooked thoughts, I have no intention of interfering with other people's privacy, but I also have my preferences and freedom. ”

"Preferences and freedom?" the prince raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"I hate broken sleeves!" Silver Dust's voice was particularly loud.

"Huh?" The prince's face turned pale, and he looked at his perfect and weak appearance again, groaned for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Hehe, interesting, do you know that your appearance is the best among people." ”

"What does it matter to me what I look like? Is it up to me to decide? Even if I look like a girl again, I still hate being too intimate with men!"

After Yinchen finished saying this, he heard Qian seconding and shook his head: "No, no, no!

In the next second, a fireball suddenly appeared on him, silently exploding into a ferocious flame, bringing him down. The cursed fire spared his physical strength, and it was only physical strength.

"You are worthy to be called a scholar. Yinchen sneered and turned his face to the prince: "You dare to duel with me, you are not small, I still underestimate you a little, but you better not expect to have any chance of winning." ”

After he finished speaking, he wanted to go out.

"You don't have to move, here it is. The prince took out a fan, unfolded it, shook it, and closed it again. At the same time, the fourteen palace guards who could still stand behind him blasted down the people on the three stages with the fastest speed. Less than half of the words of the fallen son were closed, and he was escorted to the side by two royal guards.

Obviously, the purpose of the prince here is to be a fallen son.

The face of the fallen son was as usual, obviously he was "invited" by the important ministers and princes of the dynasty all day long, and he got used to it. Speaking of which, his appearance is really not under the silver dust.

The prince first stepped onto the middle stage, and in the four corners of the stage, four iron guards stood solemnly with swords, which was a kind of ritual, indicating that this duel was not a performance, and those who watched were not allowed to applaud, and the storytellers were not allowed to spread it afterwards.

"It's a pity, such a good skin, it's actually a capable one. Ability is more than birth, just like wisdom is more than virtue, and the way to death is also!"

The fifty-year-old man sighed under his breath, his voice hoarse. Silver Dust didn't glance at him at all, only shrugged his shoulders, swayed three steps, and stepped into the ring like a prodigal child.

The heavens did not fall.

"How to compare. It's been a long time since I've done anything so formally. Yinchen asked, his tone completely casual.

The prince's eyes became heavy and cold, and he said coldly: "It seems that you are a killer." ”

"The rookie that can't be on the list. Silver Dust laughed to himself.

"Even if you are on the list, there is no survivor in front of this king, you can think clearly, this king favors you, that is, he takes a fancy to your skin. ”

"I know that my skin will sell for a good price, but I can't convince myself, so I will practice the ability to be a killer, do you understand?"

The prince was noncommittal, and opened his posture in silence. Yinchen sighed, he knew that the so-called prince had been in a high position for a long time, and he would not consider the thoughts of others.

He also put out a starting gesture, and the prince stared at it, and saw that Yinchen's starting style was very different from the previous hand, and it was obviously another set of magic skills.

The prince's eyelids twitched slightly, he always felt that something was wrong, in order to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, he could only divert the opponent's attention, and said: "Martial arts competition in the ring, life and death conceit, this is passed down from the White Dragon List, even this king is no exception, of course, on this platform, all summons and secret weapons are forbidden, otherwise even if you win, don't want to gain a foothold in the empire." ”

"Forbidden Hidden Weapon?" Silver Dust could barely hide the shock in his heart: "Demon Pavilion......"

"The Devil's Pavilion no longer exists. The prince showed a little solemn smile: "I really don't know what corner you have been shrinking in the past few months!

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