"Is this really the ninefold body that has entered the body?" Wan Jianxin's heart inevitably had doubts: "This inner breath kung fu is too deep, isn't it?, those ball-like hidden weapons, each one weighs amazingly, isn't this kid finished throwing it until now?"

"No! This is already my maximum barrage! Unless I summon and use the elemental soul as a secondary turret to launch the barrage, I can't make his speed visibly reduced! In this way, even if the kite tactic can win him, my silver dust will have to die of exhaustion in this ghost place, but summon the elemental soul ......" such a thought flashed through Silver Dust's mind, but he did not hesitate in his hand, and still maintained an overwhelming black barrage. Shadows were like a tide, and clouds of black mist rose silently as the dark magic that had missed or been pushed aside by Wan Jian Xin landed, crushing the soft green grass into shallow pits filled with dark green slurry. The transparent storm carried a little green thunder, dancing alone in the middle of the black fog, and one after another sharp and heavy storms tore open the barrage and chased towards the drifting black figure.

......

The blood light poured out slowly and gently from the depths of the gate, parallel to the blood-colored rainbow bridge, and slowly fell on the Wangtian Peak, and another phalanx of people shattered and disappeared in the high heat, and then reappeared after a while, scattered one by one, and fell into the grass behind the blood-colored light gate.

"That light seems to be answering us?" Soon, the monks were attracted by the scene in the gate, they saw Du Chuanchang of the Poison Dragon Sect and the leader of the Holy Water Sect, Master Mingquan, standing face to face, and then Du Chuanchang said something, and patted his strong and reliable chest, and then turned around and left, and Master Mingquan followed him into the distance.

As if in response to the hopes of the monks, a minute later, another hot blood light fell, and the five hundred people of friendship disappeared on the Wangtian Peak, and then, a dark green arrow symbolizing peace and quiet rose in the secret realm, it was the arrow of the Golden Sword Gate.

The sound of the arrow, symbolizing "everything ahead", finally dispelled the monks' fear of "high-energy beam bombardment", and the crowd became agitated, and the phalanx moved quickly towards the crippled cliff at the top of the mountain.

Beams of light began to blast out of the open door more frequently, and the intervals became shorter and shorter, and at the same time, the Blood Floating Slaughter also began to flicker with cold blood-red light frequently, all in line with the process expected by the Demon Pavilion.

The crowd went wild, and when the danger seemed to be gone, greed for treasure overrode all undue vigilance, and became the only factor driving all the actions of the monks.

It seems that a bright future awaits them ahead.

......

After a quarter of an hour, the wind stopped and the undercurrent subsided. On top of a messy meadow, the two stood opposite each other.

The distance between him and his busy was only a little more than two feet, and on the surface no one was injured.

Silver Dust was defeated in the end, he was not a real ninefold master in the body stage, he was just a mage with high skills. In terms of battery life, he can't compare to Wan Jianxin, who has strong skills.

He had worn out about a third of his opponent's vitality, but he had exhausted his own mana, and although he had already released the elemental compensation by this time, the mana in his body could only last a limited number of spells.

In the end, he didn't succeed in stopping Wan Jianxin from rushing in front of him, although there were still two zhang away, it was already quite dangerous for Silver Dust, and he knew that he didn't have any ability to block Wan Jianxin's sword.

"Retreat. "This is the most real and direct idea of Silver Dust at this time, after entering the third-level magister realm, Silver Dust's biggest improvement is not how much powerful magic he has learned (he has only learned two new magics, Hacking and Shattering Sky Light Cannon) but the use of existing magic to a more unbelievable level, he can already use teleportation at any time in battle at this time.

At this time, Wan Jianxin himself did not have the slightest feeling of grasping the advantage, and there was only a feeling of respect and solemnity mixed in his heart. He had already keenly sensed that Silver Dust was much more powerful than the Demon Mighty Pavilion master he expected to reach the realm of entering the body at such a young age.

From beginning to end, Silver Dust is using the same trick to suppress himself, which Wan Jianxin knows very well, and he is also very worried, he doesn't believe that Silver Dust will only have such a trick, he believes that Silver Dust has more and more terrifying abilities that have not been used, but this move can not only consume one-third of his vitality, but all his physical strength.

Yes, physical strength.

For monks, physical strength is actually more important than vitality, because physical strength cannot be cultivated, and can only be recovered by food and recuperation, although the recovery speed of physical strength is many times faster than that of vitality, but once overdrafted, it will cause more serious sequelae than the exhaustion of vitality, and do not want to do anything with others for a few days. Ordinary monks will not encounter the situation of physical exhaustion, because most of the battles between monks are fighting for vitality, and rarely fighting for physical strength, and most of the cases are that the vitality is exhausted first, and there is still a lot of physical strength left to divide the victory and defeat. Among the monks, especially among the monks of the Southern Empire, few people use particularly heavy weapons, and those black balls emitted by Silver Dust are the heaviest hidden weapons Wan Jianxin has ever seen, and they are also one of the heaviest weapons.

Wan Jianxin was at this awkward juncture at this time. His physical strength has reached a critical point, as long as he makes a few moves in the fight, he will enter a state of physical exhaustion, and when the time comes, he will not even be able to hold the sword steadily, and he will not be able to talk about defeating the opponent. At this time, he was also thinking about whether he should stop for the time being.

Wan Jianxin is different from Fang Tianhang, he has experienced many failures in his cultivation career, he has repeatedly faced the Demon Dao elders and even the great masters of the worship level, he is completely incapable of the enemy, and even the experience of escaping death makes his mind much tougher than Fang Tianhang, who has always been pampered, retreating and failing and even compromising and retreating, such things as compromise, the arrogant and indifferent Wan Jianxin is more willing to accept than the amiable Fang Tianhang on weekdays, his arrogance is in the blood and bones, not in the face.

Therefore, he and Yinchen stopped together, not because the two of them needed to give up their previous suspicions, not because Wan Jianxin could see that Yinchen was not a real demon, but because both of them needed to rest.

"It's okay to stop here today, but do you dare to make an appointment with me to fight on a certain day?" After all, Wan Jian Xin is Wan Jian Xin, and he is straightforward at all times, and he always adheres to the style of a righteous swordsman. He needs to take a break, and he doesn't want to let go of an evil demon just like that, so he can only make a request for a fight, he himself knows that it is nonsense to talk about any agreement with a demon, once the other party runs away, he may not see each other at all, and he may have to face the plot all the time, but at the moment he has no better way, after a quarter of an hour, there is no figure around them, whether it is the righteous path, the devil's path, the evil path or miscellaneous servants. Wan Jianxin couldn't find a helper, and he couldn't find a reason to convince himself to give up the fight and run away.

"Why?" "Why?" Yinchen asked as little as he could, half-tenetically, half-pretending to be a celestial one, "Do I have a great enmity with you? How many times have we met?" Or because I bullied that Fang Zhihang of your family (poor Fang Tianhang, the name is misremembered), you plan to have a good theory with me?"

"Because you're the devil, that's all. Wan Jianxin said coldly, at this time, he is the well-known Wan Jianxin, with a cold face and a cold heart.

"That's enough!" Yinchen said impatiently: "What is the right path and the devil's path, it's just different interest groups! Silver Dust blinked, then lowered his head, not looking at Wan Jianxin's cold and iron-like eyes, and continued in a low voice: "Kill Mr. Matt, you are the second man I respect in this world, I don't want you to be burned out by the so-called justice like those Iron Palm Gang neuropaths." ”

"Iron Palm Gang?" Wan Jianxin's tone became even colder: "It turns out that the Iron Palm Gang's fellow disciples are really folded in your hands. He gritted his teeth secretly, and the sword in his hand slowly raised again.

"It's none of my business, I think a person will get angry when he is beaten up in the middle of the night when he sleeps soundly!" Yinchen raised his head again to meet Wan Jianxin's cold gaze, there was no fear in his silver pupils, only an innocent pure color: "Because I am a person from the Demon Pavilion, I should be killed by the people of the Divine Sword Sect, I don't accept this reason, so don't expect me to accept your appointment." ”

"Then we'll decide the winner today. "Ten Thousand Sword Heart's body once again surged out of an infinite storm.