The moment Yinchen heard the "Empty Flash Summoning Technique", he raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that the ability to summon ten thousand sword hearts was not unique to him. It's just that the so-called Empty Flash Summoning Technique obviously has a lot of limitations, especially the need for expensive consumables. This point, Yinchen understood when he saw the shattered jade bead.

When Yinchen saw the old man, his heart moved, and Wan Jianxin disappeared directly in front of the tall and thin man, appearing beside Yinchen, and an ordinary slender two-handed sword was raised by him with one hand, aiming at the tip of the old man's nose.

The old man snorted disdainfully, and slowly pulled out a chopping axe with a folded handle from his cuff, unfolded the handle in front of Wan Jianxin, and turned into a bronze-colored two-handed heavy axe.

"The pearl of rice grains also shines. Boy, you have to know that none of the people the prince has taken a fancy to have left the palm of his hand!"

Wan Jianxin Brick glanced at Silver Dust and slowly put the sword down. Yinchen didn't speak, and he was not at peace in his heart at this time.

"Guardian summoning is only equivalent to defensive spells, which can hold back the opponent, but cannot actively kill the enemy, and it loses its elemental sense, and can only be used at any time with fixed divine will such as fireballs, ice fists, and life-seeking spells, and the Great Judgment Technique, which has all kinds of powers, requires spells and early guidance, and cannot be used immediately. Now that there are so many good players in the rivers and lakes, they must all be solved within one move, otherwise once one of them gets close, I will be equivalent to losing. ”

Silver Dust thought about all the abilities he could use, as if he were checking his equipment for the last time before going to war. He saw Wan Jianxin take out his sword like lightning, forcing the old man to defend, and almost pierced the man's throat several times, but it was always a little worse. In the divine sense perception, Yinchen could see many black silk threads floating around Wan Jianxin, these silk threads were like strings, Wan Jianxin's sword slashed up, and immediately trembled, the moment the black lines trembled, there seemed to be something in the dark that was being changed continuously, and finally let his opponent always avoid the fatal blow.

Those black lines should be masterpieces of Wudu.

Silver Dust instantly understood that he needed to instill some kind of magic into Ten Thousand Sword Heart in order for him to kill the enemy, but that magic would dissipate once it was used, and he couldn't kill multiple people at once, unless Silver Dust kept casting spells on him, or changed to prison.

Silver Dust wanted to change to prison, but unexpectedly, there was a huge resistance in the dark, and a message was transmitted in the resistance. The slaughter of the city at night in prison can only be used as a bloody breakthrough.

Silver Dust's eyes flashed, and he turned to the prince. And the prince just waved silently, and the seventeen people immediately pressed on the whole line, almost forcing the silver dust back into the corner. The Silver Law God didn't hesitate any longer, and stretched out his hand to point forward.

His fingertips locked onto the thirteen, causing the tall, lanky man to scream and fall to the ground sideways. A fireball the size of a walnut condensed from Silver Dust's fingertips, and then disappeared, shooting nothing forward, and the air between him and the tall thin man did not react unusually, but the tall and thin man just fell to the ground, and at the same time, a red flame immediately rose above the belly of Silver Dust's fingers.

Cursed Flame: Hellfire of the Demon Temple.

This flame burns physical strength, energy, wind and even eyesight, which is a typical chronic deadly magic, if you really keep burning, the thin and tall man will definitely be turned into a charred black skeleton. The flame had to be extinguished by water magic, nothing else. The tall and thin man was burned by the fire, but he didn't shout, and his body didn't scorch as quickly as it was actually set on fire. His skin turned orange-red, and thin fluffy flames erupted from his surface, but they couldn't even ignite his clothes.

"Thirteen sons!" Two of the seventeen people who rushed over went to help the tall and thin man who had fallen, while two of the remaining people were blocked by the sudden sword light, and finally only twelve people were left to surround him.

Silver Dust's Demon Temple Hell Flame is the fireball technique plus the Curse of Weakness, but it is summoned by the method of killing all poisons, and the trajectory of the fireball's flight is hidden. The size of the fireball is inversely proportional to the flight speed of the fireball, and the larger the fireball, the slower the speed.

The walnut-sized fireball can already reach a speed of two Machs, almost referring to who kills whom, but as a magician, Silver Dust can only use one magic at the same time, even if he shoots a string of fireballs like a machine gun, in the face of the siege of twelve people who can combine the army's combined attacks, he will also take care of one and the other. At the first moment of grounding, three short spears stabbed at the same time with the power of three talents, and in this short moment, Silver Dust could only use the fireball technique to knock down one of them.

A shadow appeared on his body again, and the figure of the prison worshiped completely covered the silver dust like an iron wall, and now at close range, he did not draw his sword, but picked up a pair of fists covered with thick steel armor, and the two fists were unguarded.

Peng Peng punched twice, and the two palace guards vomited blood and flew upside down, and the short spear in his hand directly turned into pieces. When he threw his punch, there was no wind in the air, but an indescribable pressure that rolled over everyone's skin like ripples. The two fists of the prison were sacrificed, and he was completely defenseless, so the third short spear fell on his body, and the wind around the short spear stirred, and after a sharp roar, sparks flew everywhere, like piercing depleted uranium armor.

The palace guard with the short spear trembled, and the tiger's mouth cracked with a click, and the short spear fell to the ground, the tip of the spear had become a curved hook, tilted to one side, and there was nothing left on the prison chest except for a scratch that might not even be a quarter of a millimeter.

Unlike other types of samurai, the number of ways to enter the prison is completely a combat and killing technique in the army, and all the moves are used when wearing heavy armor or even equipped war horses. Therefore, he can hardly play on his legs, but his steps are as solid as a permanent fortification. At this time, the person who cracked the tiger's mouth didn't have time to retreat, and several people behind him had already charged to the front, and all kinds of short weapons in their hands greeted him.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and at this time, how can you face four or five sharp blades at the same time?

He couldn't dodge, he had 200 catties of fat, 400 catties of Xuanye layer armor outside, 400 catties of strong dragon teeth behind him, and the whole person weighed almost half a ton.

He didn't make a blocking action, not at all, the thickness of the armor on his body exceeded the width of the child's palm, the outermost layer was a relatively transfer armor, the middle layer was a strong interaction array armor, and the inside was a thick layer of laminated buffer armor, this kind of defensive strength could even block the direct fire of the ship's guns with one hand!

So he ate more than a dozen heavy slashes, and he was not lucky, so he relied on the body of half of the Ancient Diluo Demon to drive dozens of pounds of fists and smashed them down with a single punch.

His boxing technique does not have any outstanding features, it is almost the moves of street gangsters, and he doesn't need any magic skills, magic skills, and Xuangong, but the moment he punches, it seems that his own avenue follows each other, and waves of indescribable pressure blow by, and dozens of pounds of fists instantly become multi-ton pressure hammers.

With a thunderstorm, the army collapsed, and a palace guard flew out upside down, his upper body almost completely collapsing towards the center, turning into a bloody mound of flesh. The two people next to them were affected, staggering and vomiting blood and flying back, their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of horror.

"Gravity?" Silver Dust felt the breath on Bai Hell's body, and couldn't help but be taken aback: "How can it be an earth attribute?"

He thought that the ability to worship hell was of a dark nature.

"I don't know, it's like this after the natural disaster, but it's very consistent with my family's kung fu. As he spoke, he took a step forward, with an effortless and natural movement, not like a deliberate stomping of his feet, and the whole lobby shook and all the noise came to an abrupt end.

There was an indifferent look on the face of the prisoner, but a trace of bleak bitterness flashed in his indifferent pupils, and when Gangfeng returned to his place, he felt that the battle soul steel dragon had sacrificed everything in his life and left his own strength to him.

Now, the half-dragon, half-human and half-demon in prison are urged to the limit, and the punching force is no less than 1,000 tons!

He is actually a warrior who can smash people with a heavy tower crane!

Therefore, regardless of whether there are thousands or tens of thousands of people standing in front of him, he can fight his way through the flesh and blood and go straight to the Chinese army to take the rank of general.

Of course, the result of that was the Admiral would be hammered into a patty.

He stood there, not shouting, not arrogant, not arrogant, no prestige, restrained momentum, but like a nuclear bunker, completely covering the figure and momentum of Silver Dust. He was not very handsome, but his young face revealed a strong charm unique to the ancient beast of war, and the dancers who suddenly stopped all looked at him for a moment, their eyes like silk. His charm is even more attractive to women than Silver Dust, just as the strongest male lion attracts a group of lions.

That's what his defense is, like an immovable fortress. The scattered army did not gather again, and on the other side, the old man who was dragged also stopped, sending out a momentum that pushed Wan Jianxin out of the ground.

After all, the old man's strength is too strong, although he has sword wounds all over his body at this time, and he has never touched a hair or a corner of Wan Jianxin's clothes, but his fists and feet and the occasional hidden weapon are compressing Wan Jianxin's dodge space step by step, and in a few minutes, a heavy attack will fall on Wan Jianxin, who is unavoidable, and a blow can make him retreat.

Although Wan Jianxin was unharmed, his vitality consumption was huge, and he actually had some respite. He glanced back at Prison, who was dressed in thick armor and almost had the same defensive ability as a puppet, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes, more thoughtful.

Yinchen came out from behind the prison, saw Wan Jianxin's somewhat tired and weak figure, opened his mouth to predict, and the next moment he met Wan Jianxin's gaze. The two almost have a heart-to-heart connection, and one look expresses everything.

Wan Jianxin suddenly opened a small space-time door in front of him, and there was a lot of traffic in the door, its own high-rise buildings, and its own flowers. Wan Jianxin stepped in as if he had put down some burden, and disappeared.

Yinchen understood Wan Jianxin's eyes, and felt guilty in his heart. Wan Jianxin's meaning is that as a swordsman, he is better than Master Wan Xiang, but as a defender, he is still more suitable for Wan Xiang with stronger skills and more experience, and next time, I am afraid that ten thousand people will go out of battle.

The moment Yinchen appeared, the prince waved his small hand, causing the more than ten iron guards of the palace who came to retreat, and only a fifty-year-old man stood beside him and swept the formation.

The prince looked at Bai Jiu in great surprise, in his impression, even the most elite team in the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry had never appeared such a young and excellent warrior. The age of the warrior in front of him did not match his bearing at all, and the armor on his body was a style that the prince was familiar with and did not want to remember.

The prince's hand squeezed his fist slightly in the sleeve, and he made up his mind. Since the young soldier in front of him was summoned by the purple-clothed boy and was wearing such an "old" armor, he must not be a person from the Eight Banners of Jianzhou. Today's Jianzhou Eight Banners have developed on top of the original Four Banners, and the number of people is much smaller than before, as the son of the slave elite, he can naturally memorize the name of every nobleman.

He was 100% sure that there had never been a person named Yinchen in Master Jianzhou. Then this person and the bald little fat man who was summoned by this person are obviously commoners, or people from small families who have nothing to do in the eyes of the prince.

Such people should be recruited. In particular, the little fat man is an extremely suitable guard for training.

"Who are you?" asked the prince in the gentlest tone.

"Hell. ”

This short but powerful answer caused a whisper in the lobby, and even the sixteen talented slaves stopped their business and turned their heads to look at it.

The prince raised his eyebrows, which was regarded as suppressing the surprise in his heart. He pretended to be calm, but his voice was still a little trembling.

"This seat is the prince of the Zhao family, in this doomsday world, you have the financial resources to protect the party! Since you are talented enough to reach the top of the White Dragon List, you must have a great future in the future, but unfortunately, now in the world, you are born first, if you want to get promoted, it is better to ......"

"My family will not take refuge in you!" Bai Prison said word by word, hurriedly turned around, and gave the prince a rather disobedient and generous back.

He turned to look at Silver Dust and whispered, "Haven't you made up your mind yet?" ”

"I've made up my mind, but mages sometimes pursue a sense of ritual more than blood. Yinchen patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, "Don't worry, I know it in my heart." ”

The boy's hand slapped against the steel armor, and there was a dull sound. Accompanied by this voice, the prince's angry and threatening voice crossed their heads:

"Do you two know the consequences of disobedience to this king?"

Suddenly, the body of the prisoner turned into a flash of light and disappeared.

Silver Dust faced the prince alone, the old man who was a master of the Tao and the fourteen palace guards. At the same time, the guards of Peacock Terrace also came to this side, and they were here to assist the prince's private army.

"What can I do if I anger you?" Yinchen's smile was contemptuous: "The northerners are coming, kneeling down for the northerners, the Jianzhou slaves are calling, kneeling down for the Jianzhou slaves, the Black Mountain Villa is coming, and the Black Mountain Villa is also kneeling, if it weren't for the Jianzhou slave Zhenghuang Banner suddenly going south and scared away the Black Mountain Villa, you don't know which mine to sweat in now! What if I provoke you? In the end, don't you kneel in front of me and wait to be whipped!"