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The golden light erupted from his sleeve, like a heavy armor-piercing bullet, with high temperature, penetrating force and incredible speed, flying towards a certain stone pillar behind Silver Dust.

A tall figure, like a weightless wandering soul, came out from behind the stone pillar, and there were transparent ripples all over the body, and a decaying and decaying aura spread silently, like a ghost domain, and there was even a terrible illusion of white bones in the air, and the figure was surrounded by a transparent wind in the state of "breaking the mystery", but like the yin wind of hell, it made people feel cold from the depths of their souls, as if as long as they looked at him, there would be no happiness in the second half of their lives.

The man stretched out his hand, like a dementor's claw, and his right hand, which was dark, withered, and strange, flicked lightly to the side of the golden light that shot into his chest.

The transparent storm was full of aging and decaying ghost power, and an irresistible huge wind pressure roared and exploded, as if a high-pressure jet sent the golden Breaking Sky Shuttle to the side, although the Breaking Sky Shuttle was hit almost as hard as a small meteorite falling, but it only deviated from the original flight trajectory, and was not bounced backwards, and after reluctantly folding a thirty-degree angle, it crashed into another stone pillar, and for a while, two explosions sounded in the hall, the first was the explosion of the Gang Wind of the ghost system Gangfeng and the Breaking Sky Shuttle, and the second was the sound of the Broken Sky Shuttle breaking through the stone pillar。

"It's worthy of Zhang Mengmeng's chick who desperately wants to keep it! There are two hits!" A huge wave of qi mixed with an explosion came from behind him, and Sen Han's shock wave almost blew the silver dust away. He turned around suddenly, and saw an old man in black standing behind him, with a thick body, beard, and a mixed crystal of blood moon calluses on his hands outside his wide sleeves, like the claws of a thousand-year-old demon, and a pair of refined black eyes shot out a terrifying divine light that people dare not comprehend.

This is a true master of the way. A terrifying person who can truly break through the shield of the Silver Dust Mage in an instant and kill him easily, a true powerhouse who can be immune to most of Silver Dust's light and dark attribute attacks.

This person is, of course, Wei Wuliang. He is highly poisonous, and in order to survive and enjoy, he has already left all morality and shame at this time, and personally dealt with Yinchen.

At this time, a scorched white smoke was slowly rising from his hand, and the body protection qi of the Dao Cultivator could not ensure that he was safe and sound under the "hidden weapon" thrown by the silver dust. To be honest, if he hadn't just relied on the experience and skill of the Hedao master to deflect Silver Dust's "hidden weapon attack" to the side, I'm afraid he would have suffered more than that.

On a stone pillar about 10 meters behind Wei Wuliang, a transparent black hole appeared out of thin air, which was the place where a "fairy song" that Yinchen had just thrown out finally hit.

Penetration, heat, and the dispersal of all Elemental and Static Spells/Gangfeng are the essential power of the Light attack magic. Unlike the nature of black love magic, which completely relies on mechanical thrust and mechanical pressure to win brutally, light magic pays more attention to the combination and application of elemental rules, and the triple nature of attacks makes a master like Wei Wuliang not to be underestimated. Yinchen struck casually, although he still used the lowest power of the Immortal Qu that had not unlocked any seals, but under the powerful amplification of the Immortal Qu's "Treasure Hallows", he could beat Wei Wuliang, who was nearly 26 levels higher than his "cultivation", into a "slight injury", which shows how terrifying a mature mage is when he is holding a fully evolved magic weapon.

"It's just a dog from the Devil's Pavilion. The Silver Dust Saint Mage narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Wei Wuliang with disdain, and wanted to look away after looking at it for three seconds. His intuition told him that the person in front of him was much less of a threat than the Purple Wind Scatterer flying in the air, and as a mage, he should focus more on the most threatening enemy. He didn't want to see that when he was fighting with the "little minion", he was robbed of the fighter by the big boss over there. The Silver Dust Saint Mage didn't quite understand at this time, the advantage of a mage over a warrior sometimes couldn't offset the disadvantage of the level gap, Wei Wuliang, a powerful melee monk from the Demon Power Pavilion, was not something that a little Saint Mage could easily do if he relaxed his vigilance.

However, Wei Wuliang will not give him any chance to be distracted. Wei Wuliang, who knew that he was "sorry" for this new disciple of the Demon Wei Pavilion, did not intend to give his opponent any time to question, nor did he give himself any time to justify, so he just bit his heart and kicked his legs with his conscience teeth, and rushed up with a swish. As one of the very few core cultivators in the Demon Pavilion, who had a certain strength and retained a certain conscience and humanity, Wei Wuliang never thought that it was right for him to deal with Zhang Mengmeng, let alone the right thing to deal with Yinchen at this moment. He felt guilty, but as a demon, he had no choice under Du Chuanchang's oppression and promise, so he could only secretly feel guilty in his heart while pondering that it was like using the most "ruthless" and least painful move to quickly end the battle, so to speak, because there was always a sense of guilt hovering in his own that he didn't quite understand, Wei Wuliang's morale lost first.

However, no matter what he thought, in the eyes of others, Wei Wuliang's performance at this time was worthy of the name of a master of the Tao. At this time, his forward figure had already turned into a thin ghost, almost as ethereal as green smoke. In the face of such a body similar to the "Spiral Nine Shadows", the opponent may not be able to rub the corner of his clothes with a sword, let alone using a hidden weapon, even if he is close, he may not be able to rub the corner of his clothes with a sword.

Yinchen didn't pay much attention to it at first, the mage's natural distance advantage over warriors made him not pay too much attention to Wei Wuliang's combined path cultivation and strange body method. He stretched out three fingers and gently recited the spell of the modified version of the big fireball ("Flying Dragon Strikes the Thief Flame Cannon"), and the fingertips of the three fingers lit up with orange-red flashes in turn, and then the three large fireballs with a diameter of one meter dragged their long flame tails and flew towards Wei Wuliang in the "afterimage state" in a low voice. Each fireball kept the same straight line as Wei Wuliang's forward direction, and walked opposite Wei Wuliang, which could be said to be completely avoidable and unavoidable to meet it head-on. However, none of the three large fireballs with a diameter of one meter touched Wei Wuliang, the blazing fireball and its long, hot flame tail seemed to be an illusory dream, passing through Wei Wuliang's ethereal and even a little vague figure, and exploded into a bright flame behind him, the first fireball was strangely avoided by Wei Wuliang, which can be regarded as luck, and the second lesson of fire avoided it can be regarded as his skill, when the third fireball was also avoided by him unscathed, it would be ridiculous if Yinchen, as a mage, didn't realize that something was wrong。 (To be continued.) )