Scourge didn't rush up, he slammed on the brakes the moment the lime mist lifted, even stabbed his spear into the ground to stop himself, and then summoned the last bit of energy and burrowed into the bushes next to him, leaving only a few indistinct curses in the air.

Even the head of the Heavenly Slayer Demon Sect would never dare to rashly break into the poisonous smoke of the Poison Dragon Sect. The name of the poisonous dragon is truly terrifying.

Silver Dust stopped in the poisonous smoke that had completely turned into ice mist, his mind gradually became clearer, and his eyes gradually sharpened. The physique of the magicians is weak and strong, weak in strength, strong in resistance, the poisonous smoke of the chief disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect is much cuter than the terrifying poisonous magic of the necromancers, Silver Dust sneezed very unvividly, and the toxins in the body were discharged, and at this time, around him, the poisonous fog had already turned into ice mist, and it couldn't exert any toxicity at all.

Silver Dust took a deep breath and calmed down the elemental compensation in his body, and then his body slowly expanded and turned black under Du Chuanchang's surprised gaze.

On top of the silver-white robe, drops of black droplets slowly precipitated. The silver-white robe was gradually covered with dense black spots, and I saw that a linen robe from Hanshan Temple had turned into a set of heavy chain mail with pitch black. As if solidified, the pitch-black droplets gradually turned into pieces of cold-hard components with a metallic luster, locking the silver dust in the thick darkness of inches. The skinny eleven-year-old boy grew fatter, and in a matter of seconds he was transformed into a short, stout black statue. Black spiked shoulder armor grew from Silver Dust's shoulders, the hem of the robe turned into a chain of armor, the wide cuffs of the robe quickly contracted under the action of unknown forces, but his arms suddenly swelled, layer by layer, piece by piece, extremely complex and sophisticated black metal components repeatedly covered his arms as if they had grown out of Silver Dust's arms, until his elbows became as thick as his thighs. His hands were covered with thick armor, and it seemed that his defense was enough, but black droplets continued to emerge from his two index fingers, constantly thickening and lengthening the index fingers, and finally turned into two black round tubes with a thickness of an inch and a foot long, and at this time, he could no longer make a fist.

What Du Chuanchang saw after bypassing the ice wall was such a pitch-black metal chain mail statue, not a silver-haired and silver-eyed Mowei Pavilion boy. At this time, the silver dust was completely wrapped in a thick layer of chain mail, and not even a single hair was exposed.

"Necromantic Armor Advanced Magic, Armored Magic Spear. Silver Dust's voice came from inside the heavy helmet, and it became very low, as if he had matured many years in an instant. As he spoke, he clenched his fists and straightened his index finger, and as two black flashes of light flashed, his armor fused with the armor of his elbows to form two oversized pistols.

This is the armor type defensive magic developed by Gabroyle's mages, the armor magic gun, the so-called magic gun is not a spear in the hands of the scourge, but a firearm that belongs to the thermal weapon.

Du Chuanchang stared blankly at the pure black figure in front of him, compared with Yinchen's original small and weak boy figure, wearing black chain armor, he emitted a terrifying aura like a demon god all over his body, although he did not grow much taller, it was his body much thicker and stronger, especially the two arms looked much thicker. Yinchen took a step forward slightly, and the chain mail made a sonorous click, and a cold, hard and arrogant, like the god of war running out of the ancient wilderness, rushed to his face, making Du Chuanchang instinctively take a small step back.

Du Chuanchang reacted immediately, and reacted angrily. He is Du Chuanchang, not an Indian Ah San, as the chief disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect, he has an enviable perfect body, and the pride and narcissism in his heart are by no means understandable to others. He made himself the king of all the young people in the world, the uncrowned emperor. In his mind, he could never retreat in front of any young man. The momentum oppression of Silver Dust has already angered his bottom line, as if the arrogant rooster has been stepped on by someone, and there is only a ghost if he doesn't jump like thunder.

The angry Du Chuanchang did not shout any shouting words. Two invisible and vicious divine lights flashed in his narrow eyes, and he clenched his fists without saying a word, and he reached behind Yinchen with a staggered break, and his right fist blasted out 32 punches at the moment when it was closest to Yinchen, and none of them worked.

Armor magic such as armor breaking spears can't coexist with any other defensive magic, so Du Chuanchang's fist spurs hit Yinchen's thick chain mail very smoothly, and in the sparks splashing, Yinchen didn't have any defensive movements, but no matter how you Du Chuanchang waved his arms, how sharp his fists and spurs, and how his poisonous attribute Gangfeng saw blood and sealed his throat, there was no way to break even a small gap in Yinchen's body. The Armored Demon Spear is not an ordinary commodity that relies on the crystal structure to provide defense like the Ice Wall Technique, it is the same top-level defensive magic as the crowning of the gods in light magic. In particular, the defensive magic of the dark attribute mostly focuses on physical defense, and in the face of the Poison Dragon Master whose strength is far inferior to that of other monks, this kind of defensive magic is simply as unsolvable as a fortress.

Du Chuanchang had already reached the back of Yinchen, and was even almost stuck in his back door, but he didn't make another move immediately, because his right hand had almost lost consciousness from the force of the shock.

Just when Du Chuanchang was holding his sour right hand and racking his brains to think about how to break through the protection of the silver dust, the surrounding ice fog had unconsciously precipitated and turned into a place of frost. Suddenly, in the bushes on the left side behind Yinchen and Du Chuanchang, a fierce gun shadow suddenly burst out, a wooden gun handle, and the red tasseled spear with the stainless steel gun head flew from behind a bush like a meteor, and the sharp gun head was wrapped with a white gas explosion that broke through the sound barrier, and then there was a colorless and transparent gang wind surging like a raging wind. The figure of Scourge shimmered and shimmered in the air, and the shrill ghostly howls hovered high in the air with an almost unrivaled power of mental disturbance, along with the sound of the storm. Du Chuanchang retreated, stumbling back towards the grass behind him in embarrassment, and the disorienting yin aura attached to the wind of calamity made his brain almost burst open. (To be continued.) )