"It's useless, it's the most evil blood refining secret method in dark alchemy...... That must have come from the West, right?" "Silver Dust is very familiar with dark alchemy, an ancient witchcraft that is very active in many civilization systems, which is a method that uses the power of magic to change the structure of matter, and enchantment "forcibly changes the function of objects" are two completely different ways. He has extraordinary attainments in dark alchemy, and naturally knows that dark alchemy is difficult to be interrupted in the process of casting spells, and the alchemy cultivated by everyone is not compatible with others, and it is impossible to use his alchemy attainments to block others from casting spells.

"There is no such thing as magic countercurrent and backlash in alchemy, we can only wait for them to finish it. ”

"Does that mean they're the same as that goblin of the octopus clan?" Wan Jianxin's expression became solemn.

"It's almost the same in form, but it's not comparable in terms of strength level, how much energy is this, can it be compared to the heart of Luo Yuan?"

Yinchen turned around as he spoke, and the moment his wide sleeves hung down to cover his hand, a blue aura lit up on the tips of his fingers, and a blue aura like a mist quietly merged into Wan Jianxin's battle spirit: "You come to deal with them, I'll go and talk to the captain of Jianzhou Nu'er." ”

"Good. Wan Jianxin didn't feel it at all, and thought that Yinchen was just letting him temporarily resist these troublesome guys who were not afraid of flames, and he didn't expect that Yinchen had actually secretly attacked.

"Shall I let you go?" At this time, a young and arrogant voice suddenly came out of the blood mist, and the blood-colored cloud and mist instantly turned into ice mist, and then as if it was rapidly condensing, it quickly dissipated downward, and a layer of blood-colored wavy ice surface condensed on the ground, like layers of lotus petals unfolded, and from the dissipated blood mist, a young man with a strange shape walked out.

The man seemed to be several years younger than just now, almost the same age as Silver Dust. He had long flowing blood-red hair, a flowing blood-red robe, and a pair of blood-red dragon wings that emitted a sticky and foul smell grew from his back, and his pupils also turned blood-red, and there were three or three constantly rotating pupils in the center of each eyeball, like the legendary blood wheel eyes, the skin was as white as chalk, and the lips were bright red almost from the heart, and thick and seductive like a woman's fragrant lips. Three-inch-long nails grew from his hands, black and red like coagulated plasma, and his whole body exuded an astonishing evil aura, and he walked out slowly like a woman. The young boy's body walked out of that catwalk-like posture, which made the hairs stand on end.

"Otherwise?" Silver Dust walked towards the Jianzhou braided officer without replying, and as he walked, he naturally threw out a floating ball of light from his cuffs, these purple balls of light were like street lamps next to a quiet path, emitting a quiet and gentle purple light, but it was the most dangerous spell in Silver Dust's hand, Arcane Transfiguration.

"Otherwise......"

"Come on, you'd better get past me first. Wan Jianxin shook the long sword in his hand, and a sword qi like ice mist spread out in front of him, and these sword qi almost instantly condensed into pieces of ice in the shape of a shield, and suddenly accelerated towards the red-robed youth.

"Otherwise, someone will tear you apart!" The red-robed young man only raised his hand, and a blood-red flame erupted diagonally upwards from under his feet, falling heavily on the first piece of Xuan Ice, burning a large piece of Xuan Ice, and the rest also disintegrated in the wind and rain, turning into some ice chips brushing the young man's cheeks. The young man suddenly let out a scream similar to that of a bat, as if it was some kind of command, and the red-robed men around him who had already given him a percent of his strength suddenly jumped up, shouting all kinds of strange sounds in his mouth, and loose dark flames spewed towards Wan Jian Xin and the silver dust behind him.

Wan Jianxin's pupils trembled suddenly, and he was a little stunned in the face of such a powerful and dense attack. His twenty years of penance was to gain an overwhelming advantage under the Heavenly Duel, or to use a small army against a large army, and it was by no means a so-called "domain battle method" for one person to fight his way out of the encirclement Therefore, against the siege of everyone, it is still a long-range spell siege that he has almost never seen, and he, like all swordsmen in the world, will instinctively tingle his scalp, but as a righteous path, a real swordsman and not those who swagger with a sword, he still relied on his strong fighting instinct to swing a sword, and this sword felt wrong when he swung it.

The Heavenly Expedition in his hand seemed to have an autonomous consciousness, and the moment he injected the battle soul qi, it automatically levitated, and slashed out a sword trajectory in almost the most convenient way, the silver-white long sword drew a silver-white arc in the air, and the bright light on the arc made Wan Jianxin feel that something was wrong, and the silver-white battle spirit qi seemed to contain this other energy in addition to the power of ice.

"It can't be poison, right? I don't need to poison people in ten thousand sword hearts!" When Wan Jianxin thought like this, he suddenly saw that the silver sword qi suddenly turned blue, the blue of the ice that he was most familiar with, but the blue was much darker than his own sword qi, showing a deep and transparent blue, Wan Jianxin's heart sank, and he almost believed that it was some kind of toxin mixed into his sword qi, but he saw that the dark blue sword light suddenly skyrocketed, and suddenly turned into a huge frost sword qi that was two people high, a few zhang wide, and almost longer than the entire alley, silently enveloping all the red-robed men, and where the blue beam of ice sword-like light swept through, the narrow alley almost instantly turned into a ruin that had been dilapidated for a hundred yearsThe wooden buildings on both sides are rapidly decaying, the wooden walls are moldy and deteriorating, clumps of mushrooms grow out and rot immediately, the wooden pillars are crisp and broken, the tiles are turned into ash and dissipate, and the area swept by the sword light has passed a hundred years in a blink of an eye, and the grass and trees have disappeared in a thousand ways.

When the sword light swept over, the dark red fireballs instantly expanded into pale light clusters, and exploded weakly, annihilated in the blue light stream, and the red-robed man who was swept by the sword light aged at a speed visible to the naked eye in the light building, and turned into a dried corpse in less than three seconds.

Those dried corpses suddenly exploded, turned into a cloud of twisted blood mist, and flew into the body of the half-human and half-demon man at a very fast speed, and the wings of the man who grew a pair of dragon wings shook, and the whole person turned into a blood light and rose to the sky, which was regarded as avoiding the fatal sword light, ten thousand sword heart moves with the old, with a turn of the wrist, the horizontal sword path suddenly rose, and a spike-like sword light rose into the sky, narrowly brushing the man's wingtips, the red-robed man let out a hiss in the sky like a mixed breed of night owl and bat, his wings swooped down like a bomb, the tips of a pair of sharp claws were faintly bloody, and several fireballs appeared around his body and swooped down with him。

"What else can you do as a tattered swordsman? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

When the screams of the red-robed man reached his ears, Wan Jianxin quietly retreated, avoiding this unstoppable blow, the energy of the flame seemed to restrain Xuan Bing forever, after Wan Jianxin sent out that earth-shattering horizontal slash, the sword technique that shot again could not shake the blood-colored flames on those fireballs, but seemed to add fuel to it, he fought and walked, a holy weapon long sword slammed vertically and horizontally, with a completely different style from his own style to meet the blood-colored man flying by at low altitude, the blood hair was flying, the red robe was rampant, and a pair of ghost claws were a bit of Wei Wuliang's legacy, spreading into thousands of blood-colored lights and shadows in the stormy night, from time to time, He also learned from those peerless masters with strong martial arts to launch one or two flowing palms, and a bright red fireball swirled in the palm of his palm, forcing back Wan Jian Xin, who almost didn't know how to hide weapons.

Wan Jianxin can only exert the ultimate body of a generation of swordsmen at this time, dexterously dodging all the fireballs, and stabbing a fatal sword at the moment when the man is about to attack the silver dust. Wan Jianxin had already seen that this guy's blood flame was extremely strong, and he was not afraid of ice and fire, but he was still a body composed of flesh and blood, and even because he didn't have a battle soul beast, he couldn't synthesize an ice armor that covered his whole body, compared to an ordinary boxer, his body was more fragile, as long as he was stabbed by the ice sword, he would immediately fall to the ground and die, it can be said that in addition to flying and fireballs, this guy is simply easier to deal with than the killers of Ling Xiao Pavilion. Although the red-robed man had air superiority, his fireball would disperse into red light when it flew a foot away at most, so he could only swoop down again and again to attack Wan Jian Xin, but he could never break through the sword light net laid by Wan Jian Xin.

"Sword Mang Heart Sutra", as the former town school of the Shenjian Gate, is not a powerful magic skill, but a very neutral and peaceful defensive swordsmanship, a network of ice blue swords, not only protects the whole body of ten thousand sword hearts, but also can shield the back of silver dust in the sword net. No matter how frantic the red-robed man with his dragon wings swooped, he had the feeling of a fly hitting a cobweb. He rushed left and right several times but was blocked back by the blue cold cold light, and the ball of blood flame that he sent out, which was not afraid of the power of ice at all, not only did not hit Wan Jian Xin, but even Silver Dust never hit.

Seeing that on the side of Silver Dust, the officers of Jianzhou Nu'er were quickly defeated, and they would soon be killed mercilessly by the magician. The red-robed man could only land on the ground, assuming a very weird toad-like posture, as if squatting to defecate, gritting his teeth and breaking the capillary network under the epidermis everywhere, and a pair of red eyes burst out, letting out a real bipedal wyvern's roar.

The image of the two-legged wyvern appeared in the blood flowers that gradually exploded on his body, it was not the breath of the war soul beast at all, but like the breath of some kind of evil beast that was forcibly bred into the body, the man's whole body was bloody, and the blood quickly gathered into clusters of black-red sparks in the air, and the sparks fell to the ground, igniting the ground, and in an instant, it became a sea of fire in a square circle.

"Take it! Raise fire to the sky!"

The man's dragon roar resounded through the night sky, and the sea of fire was furious, turning into a surging wave towards Wan Jianxin, Silver Dust, the two of them and the great slaves of Jianzhou, vowing to completely engulf the ruined alley, in the face of this flood-like undodgable attack, Wan Jianxin's face turned pale, and he instinctively pressed a certain mechanism on his belt, and a special green aura appeared when his body ascended, he couldn't care about anything else at this time, hurriedly put the sword into the sheath, urged the war soul beast, and stretched out his hands at once A length of almost nine feet brutally pulled the two of them into the green aperture, and shouted at the same time: "Silver Dust!

The moment he shouted these words, the black-red wall of evil fire had already reached less than a foot in front of him, and a scorching evil aura that could not be said to be hot mixed with a disgusting smell of blood rushed to his face, and he saw that the anger was about to completely engulf this talented swordsman......

[Two quarters of an hour ago]

Zhao Guangyi stood behind the fortifications at the top of the hillside, quietly watching the remnants of the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry retreat back to the Shield Heavenly City in embarrassment, the nineteen-ton gate slowly closed with a snort, and the last trace of the sunset flickered on the last cavalry who fled back in embarrassment, reflecting a red-golden brilliance, looking like a dusty glory.

At the head of the city, the green dragon flag planted crookedly was dim in the last afterglow of the setting sun.

At this time, the city was crowded with people, and behind the tightly erected battlements, large ballista carts were parked, and a sharpened log soaked in poisonous juice and heavy "square pole arrows" cast from earth and stone mixed with metal were side by side, and the topless male and female slaves were sweating and shaking the flywheel, and the hinges creaked and slowly pulled apart the crossbow strings made of the tendons of the six-legged wyvern. Then three or five men worked together to load a huge arrow two feet long and two feet long from a bucket, and the sight was like loading a huge single-shot shotgun.

After the gate of Duntianfu was locked, there was no longer a Jianzhou cavalry outside the city, and all the sentries and rangers on the Elk Basin north of Duntianfu were wiped out in just two hours after the end of the crying Buddha, and when night fell, whether it was the pigtailed soldiers on the head of the city or the Hua Chopping Wind in the forbidden army camp, they all tensed their nerves, waiting for the arrival of an inevitable and cruel siege battle.

"The difficulty of 140,000 people capturing Duntian City is actually higher than that of 1 million capturing Pershing. ”

Zhao Guangyi could come to such a conclusion just by looking at the purple-red city wall as the afterglow fell. Even if he had siege equipment such as cloud chariots, cloud ladders, and rushing carts, and with hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers who were no more than the defending troops, he had forcibly pushed the 130,000 troops of Duntian City, which was geographically advantageous, the hope of victory was like a candle flame two hundred miles away in the dark night, so slim that it was almost invisible, and the price to be paid compared to it was amazingly high.

"140,000 troops, even if they win, there will be at most 20,000 or 30,000 left. Zhao Guangyi thought so, but he didn't have the slightest worry in his heart, he actually didn't think about using human life to push hard from the beginning.