However, Silver Dust was not in a good state, the frost on his body was like a restraint garment, heavy and particularly obstructive, and he struggled a few times before he got up, making all the instructors who saw this scene smile triumphantly. In the end, he had no choice but to force himself up with a gust of wind, barely standing on the slippery, almost unstable ground.

He felt like he was wearing a particularly ill-fitting suit of armor, the thick ice seemed to be able to almost block a pistol bullet, but it also made it difficult for his joints to move, his knees could only bend less than five degrees, and the cold ice on his belly seriously affected his steps, when he took a step, not only did his legs deviate to the outside, but his steps were not too big, at most two-thirds of the original steps, not to mention his shoulders and elbows, almost as if he had been stuck in a whole set of plastic molds.

His arms could only cross a quarter of a circle in a few directions, his elbows could not be fully bent, and his hands, which had been holding the hammer, were almost completely unable to move. The Silver Dust Divine Thought moved, and after a single blow, the heavy hammer that had dissipated its elemental power suddenly spread into a huge electric light, and the target of this electric light was none other than himself.

The lightning exploded, and the thunder echoed in the hall, making it extremely loud. The few instructors around him who watched his jokes were instantly turned into charcoal.

Silver Dust's crazy actions startled Gui'er Duoshan, and it was too late to stop it, after the electric shock, a circle of gray-blue cold air burst out on Silver Dust's body, and the cold air was full of broken frost, but after the frost spread, his body was still covered with a thin layer of ice armor, and his defense power had dropped a lot, and the problem of his inability to move had not been completely solved. The cratered ice armor made him look even more embarrassed.

"Witchcraft?"

Silver Dust felt incredible for a moment, after all, he never expected that he would become a god and be controlled by a little bit of ice power. At this time, his body was covered with frost, which condensed into a thick layer of hard armor, and his defense power was definitely not much, but it was very hindering, not to mention the deformation of his movements, and his speed was greatly reduced, it was really as powerful as ice slowing magic, but this kind of ice spell that was supposed to have freezing lethality was not offensive to the silver dust at this time, and he was sprayed with frost, and he didn't even lose a single hair.

"No, it's just a little bit of application of "Ice Breaker". If it weren't for the flower feathers and the money rat tail, people would really think of people as members of the Hahura cult in the center of the continent: "In these days, all kinds of witchcraft and the like are just tricks to deceive people - yours is no exception." He said as he took off the remaining gloves.

Silver Dust shrugged, really in no mood to explain. His current magic is fused with Chiyou's divine will, and the operating mechanism is more complex than before, and he may be confused if he doesn't pay attention to it, how can he have the heart to do that useless verbal argument with people? At this time, he can only use the cold aura of his whole body, as if he wants to use some kind of magic to break the ice armor, this faint ice qi is like a dying struggle in the eyes of Gui'er Duoshan. The sect leader slowly stretched out his hand and said to a boy beside him, "Give me the holy sword." ”

The circle of the instructors moved, and a barely visible gap was revealed, and a short twelve-year-old boy was covered in blue ice, and he struggled to carry a gorgeous broadsword onto the high platform.

The boy respectfully presented a war knife, the huge war knife was almost twice the height of the boy, and about the width of his waist, if it weren't for the ice blue soul qi that filled his whole body, it is estimated that he would have been pressed to the ground by the big knife.

Silver Dust narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could see that this knife was not actually a knife, but a slashing axe that had become popular recently.

Chopping axe, a new type of divine weapon that boxers can equip with, the product of the combination of infantry combat chopping axe and riding saber, does not have any long-range attack ability, but can allow people to have the powerful attack power of war soul martial arts without using the war spirit, and it is also a sign that the boxer is moving towards a comprehensive combat system, after all, during the period when the chosen ones have just risen, the boxer fighter can only use his own strength because of the transformation of the war spirit, and no foreign object can be used.

The power of the axe lies in its ability to transform quickly, the big knife moves slowly, but the victory lies in the huge range of strikes, while the axe moves quickly and the force is concentrated, but it is difficult to play a role in close hand-to-hand combat. Gui'er Duoshan took the holy knife, and as soon as he spit out the ice qi in his hand, the holy knife immediately stretched out and turned into a long-handled battle axe, he waved the battle axe in the air very arrogantly, and the aura of the light weapon flickered, and an air blade composed of cold ice appeared in the air, although it did not fly over and cut the silver dust, but it also showed enough power in front of him.

In the face of such a warrior carrying heavy weapons. Silver Dust could have used the Flying Dragon to kill him with a flying dragon to kill the thief flame cannon, but his battle comprehension in Wulu Village told him that he had to win a close battle with this person in order to bring some improvement to his realm.

But approaching the attack doesn't mean that he has to use martial arts, and it doesn't mean that he has to use magic moves that he is not familiar with to deal with.

The god of law is actually a very strange creature, the magic in his hand is indestructible, and the knowledge in his brain is as vast as a river and a sea, but when he encounters a problem related to martial arts, he instantly becomes a mortal. Silver Dust knows that even if he is now on the throne of a god, he is still a rookie of the most basic gods, and if he wants to become a true god who completely surpasses the power of mortal dust, there is still a little bit of a long way to go, but it is an extremely difficult road to go.

The moment he raised the heavy tomahawk in the Gui'er Mountains, he "gathered" endless ice.

His ice power was completely different from that of everyone else in this world, it was true ice magic, a power of control, not a frost battle spirit that only had the attributes of freezing and shattering. The icy aura of silver dust is the aura of the ice elemental of wind and snow, not the power of the ice form.

The power of the wind and snow gathered from every corner of the main hall, forming a circle of silver-white blizzards around him, and then these blizzards attached to his robes like real snow flakes, and the silver robes showed a more metallic texture, and those frost souls that had been attached to him were also idle under the disintegration of a certain divine will in this wind and snow, turning into ordinary white frost.

The frost moved around each other, like transparent crystal machines, and at the same time, they also split and combined, and finally became a beautiful set of silver chain mail, which was real, woven from chains.

However, Silver Dust knew that his ice magic could not break through the defenses of any enemy, and that his Blizzard, Deep Snow Cold, and Hell Ice Spell only had the power to temporarily freeze time, and this power could not have any substantial effect on objects in space. The white ordinary frost on his body was really as fragile as an ordinary ice cube, and in the face of the gray-blue frost soul qi, it could shatter at the slightest touch.

So when the cold on his body turned into a beautiful armor, the cold ice turned into darkness.

The cold of darkness spread rapidly in the hall like a demon, and this cold did not have much violent and bloodthirsty aura, only a noble and dignified cold, like the abyss in the depths of the earth. In the process of transforming the Ice Chain Mail into Dark Chain Mail, the chain became a chain, and a gear condensed by shadows appeared between the chains, and the gears automatically drove the chains, turning from slow to fast on Silver Dust's body, and the same black blades grew out of the outside of the chain, like a slender dagger, the daggers were densely packed and arranged into a series of pitch-black saw blades.

The silver-colored robe was completely invisible, and the black chainmail was finished. Chainmail, arguably the heaviest armor a classic mage can wear, true armor, is not suitable for mages who need a lot of spell casting action to stay alive.

The chain mail covered in daggers made Silver Dust look like a humanoid Black Flame Dragon, and the dark chain was like a blood-sucking vine, and suddenly it was enriched in a large area on Silver Dust's left hand, and finally woven into a moving, seemingly "soft" shield, this tower shield was inlaid with many gears, and the edge of the shield was like a chainsaw with a circle of thin blades.

In the last step, a twisted short knife grew out of Silver Dust's right hand, the short knife was cut on one side, shaped like an irregular piece of black iron with curved edges, and the position of the tip of the knife was flat, and it seemed that it could not do any assassination attacks at all. It took three seconds for the silver dust with black armor all over his body to prepare, and the turtle was mountainous, so he waited patiently for three seconds.

"This knife is actually a weapon in the form of a black form, but after it was successfully condensed, it was put aside. Gui'er Duoshan shook the chopping axe in his hand, of course, what he said was actually the broad-bladed broadsword before the transformation of the axe: "Being able to save the weapon of the black form is already very close to the power of the king, I believe you also know that the road of the king must start from the black form." ”

He looked at Silver Dust, his eyes full of pity, "You don't know, do you? The Whip of the Chosen One has never been the limit of this sect. ”

"Artificial Lord?" Silver Dust blinked.

"Yes, but this realm, this sect calls it 'King Senluo'!" Gui'er Duoshan's voice raised a lot, and his tone also carried the same deformed fanaticism as that of a Hahula: "This is the complete opposite of the power of the king! The power of the king is to turn the black form of the Horcrux into light, but the Horcrux we get is - blood!"

The moment he spat out the last word, the hall suddenly became blood-red.

The sight of slaughtering a city at night really shocked Yinchen's face. Originally, the color scheme was strange, but it was also a magnificent temple, but at this time, it was really like the Yama Temple, and there was a fluctuating blood red everywhere.

"But the transformation of weapons into light is not the only criterion for the Lord. Silver Dust's face was expressionless, but there was a slight tremor in his voice, obviously in this blood-red "temple", the original invincible divine will was greatly harmed: "The standard of the prince is actually an ice condensation weapon, and every weapon condensed by ice has the power of a holy weapon. ”

"Indeed, but that's not King Senro......"

"The opposite of the holy weapon is the magic weapon, so the essence of any Senluo king should be a black form of magic weapon, and the power of the magic weapon is varied, and it is roughly divided into four types: corpse, poison, blood, and chaos. You're supposed to be a blood-like ......."

"Are you saying that this sect is only one of them?"

"Yes, so your strength is nothing special. ”

"But it's a pity that the other three powers have nothing to do with the King of Sen Luo of this sect, because as long as it is the power of King Sen Luo, it is beyond the power of the Chosen Spear, boy, listen well! Even if you break your spine today, you will definitely not be able to win this seat-"

"Whether you can win it or not, you need to try to know, but before you start fighting, I need to remind you that I, Silver Dust, have never been the Chosen One, never. Yinchen felt that he had made his words very clear, as for whether Gui'er Duoshan's IQ could be understood, it depended on whether this Pan Yang Sect Master had paid enough taxes.

"Innocent!" Gui'er Duoshan raised the huge chopping axe in his hand, and his expression was infinitely heroic: "Holy Knife, Blood Dance Red Dragon!"

"Defensive Magic, Slash the Wind and Swallow Break!" Silver Dust confronted.

However, what he didn't expect was that the "Blood Dance Red Dragon" in the mouth of the sect leader was not the name of the holy sword, but the same as his slashing wind and Yan Po, it was all a battle cry before the "move" was launched.

The axe blade, at the same time as the exit of the three characters of "Red Dragon", slashed down at high speed.

In the blood-red hall, a gray-black arc of light suddenly crossed. The arc of light was really grayish-black, and it looked like the color of some rancid pus. The arc of light turned into a fierce slash and volleyed down, with both the power of a heavy hammer and the sharpness of a blade. The thump looked lonely and clear, like the rays of Sirius, but a simple axe could seal all the dodge space around Silver Dust, as the blood-colored chill had emanated, freezing the air around him in a disgusting aura of blood.

The giant axe was about to fight, and Silver Dust seemed to raise the shield very carelessly, but as soon as he moved, the black chain mail on his body also followed, and the black dagger was instantly connected to the mechanism inside the tower shield, and the tower shield itself was also unfolded like a curtain behind the iron wire, and with the simple movement of Silver Dust's left hand, a black soft curtain suddenly unfolded, and it was lightly facing the heavily falling axe.

The gray-black axe blade slashed into the pure black curtain, and there was no movement except for the sound of chains breaking. At the same time, Gui'er Duoshan exhaled and spoke, and felt that the axe in his hand seemed to fall into the abyss, and was dragged by a mysterious suction force to slash towards the ground, but his axe had almost cut into the rammed ground a foot, but he still didn't feel the slightest resistance in his hand, only felt that the axe in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was going to pull him into the black in front of him.

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