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"Aren't you good at fists? I'm going to compete with you this time. After Yinchen finished speaking, he walked towards Du Chuanchang. The taboo on the side retreated very knowingly, and the purple wind scattered, after the first second of disbelief, as if suddenly changed the mode, and returned to the calm and mechanical state before. The purple figure slowly floated up, hovering in the air.

"Anyone who has been a fist with this seat is dead, and you are no exception. Du Chuanchang's tone was very light and arrogant. His arrogance was no longer the arrogance of a Poison Dragon Sect disciple at this time, but the arrogance of a "Killing Dao" master.

It's just that he didn't know that Yinchen's pair of fists that gradually gathered dark mist contained a far more advanced and primordial "Primordial Dao" than killing.

Silver Dust walked over slowly, his body shrouded in the bravery of a true mage. With a cloth armor and a magic shield, he can stand alone in the world, and he dares to charge at the phalanx with heavy armor. Mages try to avoid melee combat? That's because mages haven't really awakened yet, and aren't brave enough to be strong enough!

"Heavenly Tribulation!" Yinchen thought together, and his whole body was shrouded in a monstrous momentum. It was as if the whole world was integrated with him, and they were pressing towards Du Chuanchang together. Du Chuanchang retreated, retreating without a fight, he didn't care about being ashamed of his retreat at this time, he just instinctively stayed away from the dangerous momentum of cannibalism on the silver-haired boy, just like the instinct of a rabbit to avoid a tiger.

The momentum that was almost equivalent to the Yuan Infant master made everyone present choke their breath, and the silver dust in their field of vision had changed from a boy to a monster.

"No, you have to fight!" Du Chuanchang has already taken a few steps back, he can't retreat, otherwise there will be no coercion on his body, and his morale will also fall to the bottom, that is, all his martial arts and all his divine skills will emit a maximum of thirty percent of the power, in the face of this strong enemy in front of him who will definitely break through the realm of transforming qi, where can he have any chance of winning?

Thinking of this, Du Chuanchang stopped and clenched his fists. The power of "Violent Zhu Poisonous Hand" was forcibly infused into his hands, making his fists turn into the color of a red-hot soldering iron, but exuding a cold and ominous aura. Du Chuanchang couldn't directly use the Violent Turbulence Zhu Poison Hand, because he had learned Yinchen's terrifying black killing fist, which was definitely not something that could be fought with his claws or fingers, and he had to break his fingers if he was not careful.

"Riot......... Poison Touch Fist!" Du Chuanchang attacked, and he geniusly transformed Zhu Poison Hand into a fist style, inventing a new Poison Hand Fist. The crimson fist was wrapped in a transparent wind, and smashed it towards Yinchen's head, and the punch was fast, accurate, and powerful. The transparent wind was filled with an extremely invasive cold and damp power, which was the power of the true poison system, not corrosive, not burning, but cold and penetrating. The cold air on Du Chuanchang's fist made thin mist rise in the air, and also made his fist style light and elegant, full of agility and dreamy beauty.

This is the real fist of killing, the flood of coercion crossed the fist and shrouded the silver dust first, the scourge watching the battle from the sidelines showed a look of surprise and even a little fear, and the purple wind in the sky looked down with great concern, only silver dust, still with a poker face.

He alternated his fists.

His fists turned into two ink-like black dragons, which alternately rushed towards Du Chuanchang.

Each of his punches is exactly the same, straight punches, the simplest straight punches.

His hand speed overwhelmed Du Chuanchang, who was the fastest among the young monks, and he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

Every straight punch he made Du Chuanchang have a terrifying feeling of resisting the tank charge with his flesh and blood.

Du Chuanchang's fist was loosened, and it became a standard poisonous hand skill, he gritted three teeth, and fought hard to crack the bones of both wrists and dislocated all the fingers. Silverdust's fist looks small, but each blow is as powerful as a frontal impact of a chariot.

It was a fist that was completely crushed by violence, and every straight punch was a perfect martial art that completely exploded the muscle strength and cultivation power of the whole body. Du Chuanchang had never seen such a martial art, and he never dared to imagine such a martial art. It is completely perfect, without any flaws, and at the same time, the movement and strength of every muscle and bone in the body are adjusted to the optimum, so that almost every cell in the body can maximize the strength of the fist, and the fist of the straight line is maximally integrated. The fist full of dark power was far more terrifying than the battering ram, and Du Chuanchang felt like he was facing the tank with every blow.

That's Silver Dust's Demon Cry Slash Fist.

30 seconds, only 30 seconds later, Du Chuanchangdu was already spurting blood, sweating profusely, and his two arms were almost so sore that they became two old belts. After 30 seconds of rapid straight punches like a storm, Yinchen stopped, and Du Chuanchang got a chance to breathe.

He hurriedly took the pill to restore his strength, and as for the healing medicine, he had already eaten it all.

Du Chuanchang barely maintained his posture, and there was only an empty bitterness in his heart. He had just fought with Yinchen, and he had completely woken up. The silver-haired little boy in front of him, in terms of comprehensive combat effectiveness, was even more terrifying than that master of the Dao, Wei Wuliang.

What is the first in the world, what young talent, and even what is the mystery of killing, at this moment, it is completely impossible to match that pair of small fists. Yinchen's fist style, not only Du Chuanchang looked incomprehensible, but even the high-flying Zifeng Sanren also tightened his face, and he couldn't find a way to crack it at all.

Silver Dust stopped, not because he was running out of magic or because he didn't have enough physical strength, but because the light elemental compensation in his body had accumulated to an extremely high level, which could almost prevent him from continuing to use any other magic. Silver Dust stopped and exhaled slowly. A pair of silver-colored eyes locked on Du Chuanchang.

"When you dealt with Zhang Mengmeng, you should have thought of today. The pure silver Holy Mage's voice was very soft, and his tone was also very calm, but the words he said pierced Du Chuanchang's heart like a sharp knife.

"Zhang Mengmeng, do you like her, are you for her, isn't it because of that Yun Wuyue?" Du Chuanchang roared fiercely, "What benefits did she give you?"

"He's the sister I asked, that's all. Yinchen said flatly: "It's just family affection, you won't understand." ”

"Hehehehe......" Du Chuanchang smiled and laughed hysterically: "Understand? This seat doesn't need to understand! This seat needs you to understand! There is the entire Poison Dragon Sect behind this seat, what is behind you?" He looked at Yinchen with a sneer: "It's just a lonely person, do you dare to make trouble with this seat?"

"Behind me, the entire Canonicor civilization. Yinchen said in an aria-like tone: "I really didn't expect that a person who has comprehended the way of killing will actually have a time when he moves out of the elders of the sect to bluff people." When you calculate Yun Wuyue and Wei Wuliang, why don't you think about the Demon Wei Pavilion behind them?"

"The Devil's Court won't stand up for them. Du Chuanchang said arrogantly: "Only the disciples of the Poison Dragon Holy Sect are the real family members, and if you hurt one of us, just wait for the whole clan to be poisoned!"

"Is it?If you still have such thoughts today, then I can only say that it is useless for you to break through the killing path......" Silver Dust's voice slowly lowered: "Magicians have always been more terrifying than them in dealing with terrorists...... Look!" he said, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and a soft silver light appeared from his fingertips, sucking Hu Heixin from the fallen to the ground, and making him lie at his feet.

"What do you think is more fun than dying or turning into a crow?" said Yinchen with a smile, his smile full of childlike innocence, but in Du Chuanchang's eyes, it was even more terrifying than a demon.

"Great Sage Speech Technique!Permanent Transformation!" "Silver Dust shouted, without any spell casting action, without raising his arm and stretching out his fingers as an indication, he was defeated by someone who didn't know who, and he had been suppressed by blood light, and Hu Heixin, who didn't have any yuan power in his body, actually turned into a crow in a white light in front of everyone's eyes.

An old crow who thinks all the time, but has little life left.

The crow struggled, and then flew towards Du Chuanchang, falling into Du Chuanchang's arms while shedding tears, Du Chuanchang touched its sparse and dull feathers, there was no sadness in his heart, only monstrous fear.

"You're not human!" he screamed, holding the crow.

"But I have human feelings, and you don't, so what's the use of you being human?" Yin Chen said softly, and then ignored Du Chuanchang's eyes that were almost spewing fire, and raised his hand very elegantly and slowly.

"Listen, you're the first to try this kind of thing. His right hand hung in the air, slowly clenching into a fist.

Du Chuanchang didn't have time to answer, his time was only enough to tense the muscles of his body, drum up the wind of his whole body, and move his hands to his chest and fold them, putting on a defensive posture.

Yin Chen's silver-colored right hand was finally tightened like a bowstring, he lunged slightly, and the flesh of his whole body was as tight as Du Chuanchang, his right elbow joint was pulled to the right back of his body to the maximum extent, and his left hand naturally drooped, looking completely useless.

The light bloomed from the silver right fist, and all the light around him also withdrew as if it was blocked by some inexplicable mysterious power. The light around the Silver Dust Holy Mage dimmed, or even completely blackened, and only his right hand, the silver-like fist, bloomed with endless light.

It was a brighter light than a flashbang, like dozens of directional lasers blooming into thin pillars of light. The light is not the color of gold, nor the color of silver, but pure white, like the sun after focusing, and like the light of a high-power energy-saving lamp. Pale and dazzling. There seemed to be hope in that light, but more often than not, there was a certain will of the young mage, unshakable, unshakable, unstoppable.

Just being illuminated by the light in that gesture, Du Chuanchang felt an unrivaled sense of despair, and he suddenly realized that all the defensive measures he had done at the moment were actually useless.

At this moment, the complete sets of snake bone ornaments he was carrying suddenly exploded one after another, and the gray-white powder mixed with a yellow-green smoke-like air mass spread out in all directions, and then gathered again as if he had spirituality, and built a yellow-green shield in front of Du Chuanchang that seemed to be composed of sand and stone. The shield looked so fragile, as if it would fall apart at the touch of it, but Du Chuanchang secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the shield.

That's a light vessel.

That was Du Chuanchang's last registration card as the leader of the Poison Dragon Sect, but the last time he faced off with Yinchen, he was blown up by the Demon Crying Slash punch before he had time to urge this treasure. This time, taking advantage of the fact that Silver Dust's "Unknown Ultimate" had not yet been launched, he hurriedly sacrificed this Poison Dragon Sect Suppression Treasure in order to save one of his lives.

"This is an emergency that can bounce back and distract the peak master with all his strength!" Du Chuanchang retracted his body into the back of the shield as much as possible, and at the same time secretly proudly felt in his heart, Yinchen was at best a guy in the Qi Transformation Period, could he really be a hero in front of the Poison Dragon Sect Supreme Treasure?

Yinchen didn't pay attention to Du Chuanchang's little tricks, he was taking a deep breath at this time, and in half a breath, he compressed almost all the light elements in the field into his silver right hand. His right fist quickly gathered enough energy. The silver-colored right hand had been completely engulfed by a fist-sized white ball of light. The ball of light itself didn't seem to emit any amazing heat, nor did it emit earth-shattering momentum, it was just a radiant ball.

The tensed muscles suddenly relaxed. Silver Dust's right fist popped out quickly and silently as if it had been compressed to the bottom of a spring.

At that moment, there was no sound, as if the air where the fist passed had long been evaporated by the high temperature in the white light.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth changed color.

The Blood Hell is gone, the Purple Wind Scattered People are gone, the monks are gone, the Purple Blood Temple is gone, the secret realm is gone, the Northern and Southern Empires are gone, even the sun, moon and stars are gone, the rivers, lakes and seas are gone, time is gone, fate is gone, everything seems to suddenly not exist, or suddenly becomes meaningless.

At that moment, there seemed to be only one fist in heaven and earth, a silver-white fist. From the original junior high school of the world, to the end of the world. (To be continued.) )