At this time, Silver Dust knew that all his arrangements were due to the "invalidity" of the final engraving And in vain, he can't track the whereabouts of Nalan Karma, and he doesn't know where Nalan Karma is, and there is no way to talk about the assassination mission, not to mention that he can see from the layout of the main hall at this time that another trap with the Duhufu as the carrier was carefully arranged by the slaves of Jianzhou, respectfully waiting for these people who are hopeless to upgrade and have to be killers for their livelihood, so it is meaningless to pay attention to any plan, premeditation, and arrangement in tonight's operation, it is better to take advantage of the chaos to make a big fuss. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As the so-called chaos has chaotic moves, in the chaotic and unclear situation, many cow ghosts and snake gods hidden in the shadows will come out, so that Yinchen can see it clearly.

He faced the nine-foot-three-inch-high vermilion lacquer gate of the main hall, and was about to charge forward, when he suddenly felt a murderous aura surging behind him.

"The God Killing Luo Immortal Tribulation Song has been launched, is there any other black mansion guest who doesn't have a long brain?" The thoughts in Yinchen's mind hadn't finished turning, and a scorching wind swelled behind him, and the wind dried up the ground within a radius of one zhang, turning the stone slabs into sharp shards, and the dirt turning into dry dust, rising one after another, but unable to leave the slightest dirt mark on the silver-colored robe. Silverdust didn't turn around, and although he had plenty of time to turn around like a whirlwind, the sudden attack from the back door was still a little caught off guard, and he turned around, and there was no time to chant the spell.

A scholar-like white palm appeared from the center of the hot wind, the five fingers of the palm were close together, and the palm continued to spray out a stream of hot and strong palm wind, and the dark yellow energy turned into a huge whirlpool with a diameter of six feet under the mobilization of the palm wind.

At this moment, Lin Caiyi was at the most intense moment of the struggle, and he didn't have any energy to take care of his surroundings at all, so he didn't see the scene of Yinchen being swallowed by a huge palm wind.

The palm of that hand exuded a solemn and majestic majesty, as if it was a righteous judgment, but what it did had nothing to do with solemnity and integrity, it was completely the secret attack that the evil warriors loved the most. That palm roared vigorously, and it was completely possible to sneak attack a thirteen-fold warrior to death with one palm, and when the palm and the owner of the palm approached a distance of less than a foot behind the silver dust, the power rose sharply, and it seemed that the victory was in hand.

However, the palm that contained endless power, was bright and upright, and had a trace of noble bookish aura, and after a moment of outburst, it could only stop helplessly less than a foot behind Yinchen, and could no longer push forward a single bit.

No matter how much palm wind and energy surged out of that palm, no matter how dry and scorching the dark yellow air flow around that palm was, it was completely meaningless in front of the golden yellow film that rose out of thin air.

"Even the coronation of the gods can't be broken, what's the use of learning from evil people to play sneak attacks?" Silver Dust snorted coldly, and turned around at the moment when the smoke and dust cleared, the wide silver sleeves covered his hands, covering the fists he suddenly clenched, and covering the dark blades on his fists.

The palm that attacked Silver Dust was withdrawn in ashes, and the owner of that palm was a young scribe in his early twenties. Judging from his appearance, he is the noble and upright, the pillar of the empire with flying literature, the appearance of a male god, and the temperament of a scholar.

"Two more?" he exclaimed, his tone full of contempt and disdain for the slave owner's treatment of the unfortunate slaves. He took three steps back, and when he reached a distance of one zhang from the silver dust, he raised a pair of white and tender hands, and neatly put on a posture of clenching his fists, but his mouth was completely non-negotiable: "This major, please!"

Silver Dust snorted coldly, omitting all the hypocritical etiquette, and raising his hand was a punch.

It was the first punch of heaven and earth.

It was an unavoidable punch.

It is a punch that overrides the mystery of speed over all living beings.

With that punch, heaven and earth turned upside down. The solid ground beneath his feet turned into a vast void without stars, and the night sky above his head became a skull-filled earth. The young man who looked like a scholar reacted at the moment when the world changed, and hurriedly waved his arms to resist, but it was too late.

The moment he reacted, he had already been punched by a hundred punches.

The body protection qi shattered like glass, and the strong muscles were torn apart by the repeated blessing force, leaving countless dark wounds, and the bones that were as hard as steel were covered with cracks like cobwebs, and the sharp pain that was as heavy as a mountain was transmitted into the mind one after another along the nerves. The scholar only saw the shadow of a fist, a huge fist composed of countless gray-white skulls up to ten pieces of illusion crushing his body in nothingness, and then there was an infinite pain from all over his body as if he had been repeatedly crushed by the chariot tracks.

He screamed and rolled backwards, he was much luckier than those who had been hit by the Demon Crying Slash Fist, because the power of the silver dust burst out was only equal to the thirteen-fold Gang Feng in the body.

He is also the most unlucky, because this time, Silver Dust used the Demon Cry Slash Fist, which can make the enemy injured but not die, and even the degree of injury can be accurately grasped, because this time, Silver Dust only relied on the Demon Cry Slash Fist to open up a dark realm, which was not possible before, because this time, Silver Dust really played the true meaning of the Demon Cry Slash Fist, that is, to fuse the fist path of tens of millions of straight punches into one punch, and swing ten million punches in the time of one punch.

Yinchen didn't really swing ten million punches, but it was only a hundred punches, but the time he threw a hundred punches was only enough for Du Chuanchang to swing ten punches, and enough for an ordinary boxer to swing one punch.

A second later, the vision of heaven and earth disappeared, and Yinchen slowly withdrew his left hand, as if he was a little unsatisfied, just now, he swung a hundred punches with his left hand.

Those hundred punches didn't seem to have any power, they just knocked a young talent who had entered the Great Perfection into the air, judging from the action of the young man gritting his teeth and struggling to get up, it seemed that the power of this move had become quite pitiful?

In fact, the 100 punches just now were just an experiment for Yinchen to verify the truth of martial arts, and within the 100 punches just now, Yinchen actually played with the enemy's life and death between applause.

If he really wanted that person's life, then in the face of a monk below the master of the Convergence Dao, if he used all his strength in one of the punches in the middle, that person would directly turn into pulp.

Yinchen knows that he is different from others, other people's cultivation skills, realms, skills, and moves are all matched with each other, and the difference is only experience, consciousness and luck, and he Yinchen, several adventures have obtained a very high realm, but skills and moves need to be polished, and experience is in urgent need of accumulation, but there is no lack of consciousness and luck. He knew that he couldn't level up so vaguely anymore, as a legend, he had an earth-shattering magic (the magic that could affect the weather to a limited extent), but he didn't really understand the mystery of a legendary battle, and he couldn't almost compete with gods and demons like those great legendary mages in history.

Therefore, Silver Dust did not kill this person with one punch, but used him as a prop to accumulate experience and explore tactics. Silver Dust now has no shortage of spells, no shortage of martial arts, what is lacking is the ability to integrate scattered spells and martial arts with obvious advantages and disadvantages into a set of effective combat routines. He had to hurry up and develop that ability.

"It seems that I fight with the warriors every day, and the fight is too easy, the mages have become lazy, and the kite tactics can't be used for a lifetime. Thinking so, Silver Dust unleashed the Demon Cry Slash Fist again, this time, he slowed down, deliberately letting the young scholar see the fist power rushing over like a frenzy.

"Hurry up!" Yinchen even shouted maliciously.

Although the young man's face was pale, he still gritted his teeth and waved out 13 palms, the fierce palm wind spread, and the dark yellow scorching energy collided fiercely with the white bone-colored fist of the silver dust, separated by a distance of three feet, the pure physical impact force faced the scorching Gangfeng with some special energy, and naturally retreated, and the circle of dark yellow Gangfeng with yellow electric light, slowly worn away the white bone fist of the silver dust, and approached him inch by inch.

"Hmph! that's it!" the man snorted coldly, a look of course slowly appeared on his face, and the horror quickly subsided before he blocked Silver Dust's fist.

Yinchen smiled lightly, raised his hand and turned his fist into a palm, and pushed it out with one palm, and many hexagonal blue ice crystals suddenly precipitated in the air, and then the ice crystals exploded, and in the spring season, snowflakes fell suddenly.

The snowflakes are not special, except for the terrifying cold, there is no other power, and the cold wind that suddenly blows between the snowflakes is tinged with a pale blue color, with a sharp energy like a knife and the scorching wind cutting and strangling each other. The palm that Yin Chen swung out did not contain any palm technique in the sense of martial arts, but it could emit a blue palm wind, which forcibly repelled the young man.

Three zhang, four zhang, five zhang, the young man retreated one after another, no matter how he agitated the gang wind, urged the divine power, no matter how fierce the palm wind erupted in his palm, there was no way to stop himself and stay in place, let alone take a step forward.

As the distance grew, the odds of him defeating Silver Dust became less and less.

Silver Dust put down his right hand and put away his smile with some disappointment, with the successive establishment of other ice-based magic spells, especially the appearance of the legendary spell of God Slayer Luo Immortal Tribulation, Silver Dust gradually felt that the magic of Exterminating Winter, even if it became a real magic-driven palm technique, did not have much meaning. The cold wind sent out by the extinction winter is similar to the gang wind, which can only resist the gang wind that enters the body realm, and then the level of the gang wind will blow away the storm of the extinction winter, this magic, what can really work seems to be a wide range of low temperatures, not the gang wind.

If you want to get the same impact as Gangfeng, the Demon Crying Slash Fist is the best choice, even if you encounter a scorching or water-cooled Gangfeng, the evolved Ice Lotus is also the second best choice, Extinction Winter, it doesn't seem to be a magic suitable for transforming into martial arts, so when he hit this palm, he looked very weak and weak, just letting the black-clothed master retreat far away.

The black-clothed master quickly stabilized his body, and his body was blowing in the wind, and he looked unharmed, but the real wound appeared out of sight, when Silver Dust recited the second incantation.

The Gangfeng, the color of the hot red copper, followed the black-clothed warrior, his whole body was talented, exuding a high temperature almost like steam, but the strange thing was that the thin layer of frost on his body, no matter how fast the Gangfeng was and how high the temperature was, could not melt a bit, and always exuded wisps of ice-blue cold air to wrap his whole body. The blue mist contained a biting coldness, a sharp cold air, which drilled straight into the joints of the black-clothed warrior, slightly affecting his movements. The black-clothed warrior moved his hands and feet, only to feel that his limbs were becoming more and more cold and numb, knowing that he had been hit by some kind of "cold poison" and needed to quickly finish off the opponent and get the antidote before the poison attacked, so he urged the divine skill to the maximum, and raised a palm to hit the silver dust directly.

He didn't care about staggering at the moment.

"High-pressure ice. Silver Dust didn't even bother to raise his hand, he stood quietly in place, and recited a short incantation.

The black-clothed warrior had rushed to a distance of three feet in front of Yinchen, and could no longer move forward, the thin layer of frost on his body exploded suddenly, turning into countless quadrangular icicles with a square bottom, these icicles only had the thickness of the index finger and the edges and corners were straight, without the slightest sharp feeling, and the clumps grew up, from a distance, it seemed to be crazy blue weeds, the icicles were next to the icicles, condensed with each other, and soon sealed the black-clothed warrior in an ice sculpture composed of huge prisms, the blue icicles refracted the surrounding firelight, making the figure of the black-clothed samurai squeezed in it by the icicles show a strange and distorted state, as if the corpse of a dismembered multi-headed animal, rather than the full body of a human.

The bright red Gangfeng dissipated silently at the moment when the icicle erupted, and the silver dust controlled the strength, only using the strength equivalent to that of an ordinary magister, which was just equal to the combat power of the thirteen-fold realm of the warrior entering the body, and did not expose the strongest strength at one time. He wanted to see how far he could go in a battle with his peers just by virtue of his skill and distance.

Everything seemed to be quiet for a while, and the endless ice seemed to have become the grave of the black-clothed warrior, and while the high-pressure ice froze the enemy, it also carried a huge mechanical pressure itself, maybe it could have crushed all the internal organs and bones of that person just now, right?

"How could it be. Silver Dust shook his head slightly, putting aside the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, he knew that tonight, in addition to making a big fuss, there was also a repositioning of himself, he knew that if he used the divine skill level of these warriors as a reference, then he would be farther and farther away from the path of the god of law - he had been in this world for ten years, had he learned anything other than long-range shooting magic? (To be continued.) )