"Can't keep him!" General Nie quickly made a decision in his heart, such an enemy was very dangerous for the entire Northern Empire, and it must be nipped in the bud.

Thinking like this, the long sword in the general's hand suddenly changed into a bright sword light. This sword light was very different from the violent and domineering sword light he originally emitted, it was particularly calm and mellow. This sword light had a deep purple sheen, and against the background of the night sky, which was already completely black, it looked like a trace of autumn water, rather than a lightning bolt as a matter of course. The soft and cold purple sword light unfolded slowly and quickly with the general's movements, turning into a petal-like shape composed of many semicircles, and then the entire petal turned into a purple hedgehog that shot out pillars of light in all directions.

At the same time, scattered snowflakes appeared under the dark sky, one after another. Thirty-six snowflakes were suspended in the air about a foot around the silver dust, neither flying nor falling, as strange as time stood still. Then, based on these thirty-six hexagonal snowflakes, thirty-six icy cold winds surged with an infinite number of ice picks, and once again converged into a spell that could kill the master of the 13 major consummation realms of Qingfeng in an instant: Extinction Winter.

The cold wind howled, and the ice edges filled the sky, but all the fierce attacks were neutralized by those radiant sword qi emitted by the general. The general roared neatly at the moment when the sword technique was completed: "Thousand Thunder and Hundred Lotus Ten Thousand Mang Sword!" At the same time, the sword technique in his hand suddenly retracted, and thousands of beam-like sword qi and Gangfeng instantly converged into a huge beam of light with a diameter of almost one zhang, stabbing straight towards the silver dust.

In that thick beam of light, there was an unimaginably huge force and a high temperature of hundreds of degrees. Gangfeng, the unique stiffness and heavy mechanical thrust of this special natural phenomenon that can only be caused by divine power was vividly exerted by General Nie, and the momentum contained in the thick thunder light was enough to push the entire restaurant directly to the ground. What is even more difficult to deal with than this momentum is the heat contained in the beam, a high temperature of several hundred degrees, which is enough to make the clothes and even the skin on Yinchen's body burn automatically. This kind of heat that can only be cultivated by the "Thousand Thunder Decision" and other attacks in the body stage is completely unstoppable for ordinary monks, and it can be said that it ignores defenses.

The purple pillar of light seemed to pierce the blizzard, and with a clear thirty-six explosions, the blue storm that obscured the entire field of vision seemed to immediately turn into a cloud of blue clouds and disperse, like clouds and mist blown away by a strong wind, and the general's stunt seemed to break through the boy's stunt at once, bombarding his thin body with the power of the unparalleled thunder and lightning wind.

However, the facts once again made the general miscalculate. The purple thunder that was obviously unstoppable was actually blocked by a blizzard that didn't seem to have much stiff power, although it was barely blocked after being greatly weakened. The hard and heavy impact of the wind was consumed little by little by the equally sharp and hard blue ice picks, and the incalculable number of ice chases exploded and shattered in the thunder one after another, but this torrent of continuous shattering could cancel out the power of the pillar of light little by little. The purple pillar of light, which was almost entirely the convergence of thunder and lightning, could only advance a little more than a kilometer, and could no longer advance an inch. The high temperature of several hundred degrees, which the general had high hopes for, did not play any role at all in the cold blizzard.

After thirty-six explosions, the blizzard seemed to pause for a moment, followed by a more dense series of explosions, and a fierce cold current wearing blue blew towards the general one after another, and at this time, the general could only hold the sword in both hands, desperately pointed the tip of the pick-up forward, and struggled to encourage the vitality in the dantian, maintaining the huge thunder pillar of one zhang thick, and fighting with an eleven-year-old boy.

"You ...... you" General Nie's face distorted, and a great amount of humiliation and anger rushed over his head, almost making his hair stand on end. A dignified general of the Black Feather Army can't even take down an eleven-year-old child! Once this kind of thing gets out, will he still have the face to mingle in the army? Does he still have the face to go into the palace to see His Majesty? Obviously not.

However, the reality is like this, the violent wind and snow are still there, and the general's thunder pillar has not advanced a single bit. Because the silver dust in front of him mobilized the power of all the water elements in the entire realm, and mobilized a power equivalent to hundreds of times the strength of the silver dust itself. Maybe no matter how dense the blizzard is, it will not be able to resist the huge thrust in General Nie's thunder and lightning qi head-on, but the low temperature in the blizzard can freeze that thick pillar of thunder and lightning alive!

Low temperatures can sometimes be a powerful weapon that can confront the wild and rigid Gangfeng.

Five minutes, five minutes. By the time General Nie finally finished venting his anger and felt that his vitality and physical strength began to dissipate rapidly at the low temperature, five minutes had passed. The blizzard in front of General Nie also seemed to show signs of abating. The general secretly gritted his teeth, and let out a slightly more violent force, and then quickly dodged to the right. At the same moment, in the ice-blue blizzard, the terrible wind suddenly changed its tone, turning into a weak "woo woo" sound. The huge ice pick station shattered in an instant, turning into a large cloud of blue ice mist. General Nie held his sword in both hands, leaned forward slightly, and assumed an ugly posture like a Japanese samurai, concentrating on the ice mist in front of him.

The ice mist quickly dissipated in the scorching heat of the summer night, revealing the slightly tired figure of the eleven-year-old boy. The general saw that he seemed to be a little out of spirit, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart for no reason. Just as the general relaxed slightly, a loud popping boom sounded from behind the boy. With the roar of rolling thunder that became louder and louder the more you love, the main building of the "Good Luck Coming" restaurant behind the boy slowly collapsed in the general's somewhat relieved eyes. The wooden pillars were broken, the walls were cracked, the beams were reduced to pieces, and the entire two-story building, which was three in and three out, turned into a ground of broken wood and rubble after the general's desperate urging of "A Thousand Thunders" just now. This is the strength that General Nie's "Heavenly Thunder Jue" Sevenfold should have.

Silver Dust leaned slightly in order to remain face-to-face with the general. He heard the movement behind him, but he didn't look back, and he wasn't even in the mood to maintain a wry smile. On the surface, he seemed to have won, winning without any fancy in the battle with a master of the Seven Thunders Decisive Battle, forcing the powerful enemy to withdraw the skill first and dodge and dodge, but in fact he knew that he had lost, or that he had never thought of using his current strength to compete with the powerhouse of the seventh stage of entering the body, and he knew very well that the huge gap in strength could not be filled by a victory on the surface.

In the five minutes of the competition just now, Yinchen actually used the characteristics of Gangfeng's inability to calculate General Nie. Of course, he knew that any kind of Gang Wind would completely dissipate after emitting 5 zhang outside the body, and even begin to weaken greatly when it was 1 zhang away from the body, but the magic he brought from the other world was just the opposite, and after being 1 zhang away from the body, it was greatly enhanced because it absorbed enough elements in the air, and it would not dissipate until it flew out of the range covered by the realm, so he actually used the greatly increased frost power to deal with the thunder and lightning Gang Wind that the general had unknowingly weakened, so that he could block that purple beam. Even so, he was forced to use the "Elemental Annihilation" that would cause direct damage to his body, and used the method of detonating the thirty-six Ice Spirits (hexagonal snowflakes) to enhance the power of the extinction of Winter, which could only be done, or even not completely—he only protected himself and Zhang Yating, and did not really completely block the general's attack, otherwise the restaurant behind would not have collapsed.

Yinchen, who understood this, really felt a trace of despair at this time. At this time, he was surrounded by 38 soldiers of the Black Feather Army whose strength was unknown, plus a Black Feather General whose strength far surpassed his own, it was really difficult to fly.

"Hey, that's it! Anyway, I ran into this world for no reason, and I can't go back! Anyway, in Gabroyle, I'm afraid I'm just a dead man, right?! My parents must be very sad, and my brothers and sisters must be sad...... The most bitter is the mentor, his life was full of twists and turns, and after the drastic changes, it is certain that he regards my silver dust as spiritual sustenance...... I'm afraid that he has ...... "The feeling of despair slowly surged up from the soles of his feet like some kind of chronic corrosive agent, making the eleven-year-old Silver Dust feel that he was about to be submerged, and all kinds of chaotic thoughts began to appear in his mind: "In vain, I am still here to hold on, struggling to survive...... It's ridiculous, I, Yinchen, have long been a person who has been removed from the world! What's the use of struggling like this here? Isn't it just adding to the pain?" (In fact, it is another form of true yuan, which is the same as the so-called Taoist true yuan, but with a little bit of rotational power) actively preparing for battle, which shows that in his subconscious, he is still eager to fight, and he is still unwilling to give up!

Yinchen looked directly at General Pinch, there was not the slightest look of decadence and abandonment in his eyes, although he already had a little idea of giving up on himself in his heart, but instinctively in his body, and subconsciously, he still had to fight, especially, he suddenly felt Zhang Yating's hand in his palm clenched.

The girl behind Yinchen, her pure jet-black pupils no longer dilated, but slowly condensed some kind of gaze. Silver Dust didn't look back, so it was impossible for him to know how much darkness and expectation there was in this gaze, and fortunately he didn't know in time, otherwise he would not hesitate to launch a self-detonation magic for this girl, and a magister's self-detonation magic is equivalent to a 1.1 million ton strategic nuclear bomb - that is to use all the "magic power" in the body and the "magic power" in the domain to form a terrifying energy by using the elemental annihilation reaction!

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, can you find a way to escape by yourself......? What they want is that I'm not you, can you listen to me?" The girl's voice was soft, soft, and clear under the night sky, but Silver Dust didn't seem to hear her at all.

Silver Dust was now preoccupied with raising his other hand, blue snowflakes popping out between his fingers. His current appearance only made Nie Jinjun feel a little satisfied, because the movement of his hand was cautious and panicked.

General Nie no longer maintained that ugly posture. He casually held the sword in one hand, pointing the sharp tip of the sword at the tip of Silver Dust's nose. He could tell from Silver Dust's movements that the boy wasn't as strong as his eyes suggested, and he didn't have any reliance to turn the situation around.

Zhang Yating's words were heard clearly by the general, and he was also a little moved. He raised his sword, frowned and thought about it, weighed it for a second, and finally let the embers of his deepest conscience prevail:

"If you weren't a slave of the Zhang family, even if you were their slave, Ben would have been a little accommodating and spared you from dying, as long as you were willing to go to the barracks as a miscellaneous servant or something. How's it going? Ben will look at the face of that young lady......"

Before General Nie finished speaking, he saw Yinchen silently shaking his head.

"Hmph! Give you a chance, don't you want it!" The general was a little angry, and he was able to give him a chance to make a black promise to open up the net with the general in person, and no matter how many people asked for it! This strange-looking little cub is really lifted up from time to time!

The long sword that General Nie was holding was lit up with purple sharp lightning, and in the next second, he would launch a fierce attack, an irreparable fierce attack. His strength is much higher than that of Silver Dust, and the Thousand Thunder Decisive Seven is not a joke.

However, things turned out again to surprise him.

Silver Dust's right hand, which was raised in the air, suddenly clenched into a fist. A fist that glows slightly red. Countless tiny red bright spots appeared in the air without warning, and then gathered on the long sword held by General Nie Ping at an extremely fast speed, as if the endless stars were gathering rapidly. Those red points of light quickly converged into a huge burning palm, the size of a fan, and was completely made of flames. Each finger of the flame palm was covered with burning runes, and the swirling golden-red swastikas exuded a mysterious aura. At the same time, a terrifying heat wave spread rapidly.

Everything happened in half a second. General Nie even reacted when he saw the palm formed by the flames suddenly clenching with the movement of the silver dust, just squeezing the sword in his hand fiercely. In the next second, General Nie's sword called "Returning to the Night" suddenly turned into a red, soft and collapsing light, and with a violent heat that was unbearable at all, the "Returning to the Night" sword turned into a pool of molten iron in a second or two, and fell weakly from mid-air.

General Nie screamed in pain, hurriedly threw down the hilt of his sword, which had almost turned into a cloud of black charcoal, and hurriedly took several steps back, almost knocking down a Black Feather Army soldier. At this time, the iron glove on his right hand, the palm of his hand was red, emitting a red-hot heat like a soldering iron.

The molten iron that falls from mid-air emits a red glow, which is especially conspicuous in the dark night. The heat of several thousand degrees ignites the grass around the landing site without any suspense, and it may turn into a raging fire in a few breaths.

General Nie looked at the silver dust through the sporadic firelight, and looked at the silver-haired boy who had repeatedly created the "impossible", and was shocked to find that the belief in victory in his heart was losing bit by bit, like a leaky bucket. The silver-haired boy stood in the night breeze that came and went, his long silver hair fluttering gently, showing a light and elegant smell that was completely different from that of the monks, and his pure silver pupils were filled with countless storms.

Hand of the Firedemon Ifrit. This is the oldest magic ever found in Gabroyle's world, and it was first recorded on a piece of paper called "A4" during the ancient Gabroyle civilization (700,000 years ago). This kind of magic is powerful, easy to use, almost no preparation time, and the learning threshold is very low, and it soon became one of the most commonly used skills for mages to sneak attack, bake meat and boil water, boil coffee and steam eggs, and even light matches for lighting, but this magic has one of the biggest flaws, that is, it can only be released in the palm of the hand, and it can't go far.

The magic used by Silver Dust is based on the fusion of the hand of the night demon Ifrit and the flame summoning magic "Flame Beast". Using the extremely simplified incomplete summoning magic to form a flame palm in the air as an "entity", and then sending out the hand of the fire demon Ifrit from the flame palm, this can well solve the defect that this magic cannot attack distant targets, and the consumption is not too much. This new generation of improved Fire Demon Hand has been given a new name by Silver Dust - the Great Incineration Technique.

In just an instant, General Nie lost his "weapon", which was important to the monk, and burned his right hand at the same time. In this way, the distance covered by his wind energy is much shorter, and he has become a true "close melee-type" monk. This is not the worst, what is worse is that he lost his weapon, and he also lost the key prop to transform Gangfeng with mechanical thrust into "sword qi" with sharp cutting power, so that Gangfeng's power was folded in half out of thin air. The situation has become unfavorable to General Nie again, and if he continues to fight with Yinchen, I am afraid that he can only guarantee that he will not die.

"Black Feather Army, kill!" General Nie roared, the muscles of his face writhing fiercely and viciously, like an enraged leopard. The Black Feather Army, which surrounded the entire backyard, received the order, and without delay, let out an earth-shattering roar: "Kill!" and then picked up their weapons and rushed towards the silver dust.

In the pure silver pupils, heavy snow filled. Yinchen hugged Zhang Yating's waist, and a dazzling red light flashed all over his body, and then in this small courtyard, endless ice lotus suddenly bloomed.

The ice lotus passed everywhere, and the flames were monstrous.