"Cough, cough, cough!" Wei Zhongxian, who had the best physical strength, straightened up first, looking at Yinchen who stood proudly in the flames that his sister had extinguished with a look of panic and anger. He coughed, a wisp of gray smoke coming out of his throat.

"This little guy ......" Zhang Mengmeng stood up with the pain after the burn, and pulled a frightened Liang Yunguang by the way, she couldn't imagine that such a cute little "girl" actually had such terrible kung fu, and with a wave of her hand, she almost set this mountain on fire!

At this time, they followed up with hundreds of big men carrying cloth bags that were still writhing, and they stared at Yinchen with fierce eyes.

Zhang Mengmeng raised his hand and stopped the big men from rushing up to beat people, just kidding, the little guy in front of him can't handle the three thirteen major consummation masters, these guys who are a little more than seven in the Peiyuan realm will be sent to death directly.

Although the three talents of the Demon Pavilion, although they looked ugly at this time, they were actually not harmed, because Yinchen didn't want to kill them, he just wanted to teach them a lesson. It's just that the trio of the Demon Pavilions won't take this feeling, because their prestige has been lost in this "shelling".

The three of them straightened up, breathed the violently trembling vitality in their bodies a little, and then lined up in a three-talent formation, cautiously leaning towards the target ten zhang away.

"What? Do you want to come again? Okay, I'll give you some armor-piercing bullets this time. Yinchen sneered when he saw the movements of the three of them, he originally wanted to see the three of them running away in embarrassment.

The wind and snow converged again in the eyes of the silver dust.

The autumn morning sun is still blocked behind the ridge, and as the sun rises, the temperature rises as the sun rises on the steep east-west road, where shadows obscure the entire road and the rocks on both sides of the road.

Especially after the scorching fire just now, the temperature here is only a little higher than that of the sunny hillside.

On the shady slope of this courtyard, which should have been relatively warm, all of a sudden, snowflakes drifted.

When the wind and snow converged in the pure silver pupils, countless small points of ice blue light also appeared in the air, and these points of light quickly converged towards the hands of Silver Dust, like meteors catching the moon, the ice rays converged, and the cold stars shone, the little silver-haired boy raised his hands again, and the blue light burst out, and his spell sound was as low and powerful as possible:

"Collapse Frozen Sky Cracker!"

The blue points of light solidified into ice crystals, the ice crystals condensed into sea ice, and the cold ice condensed into a pair of sharp daggers, and then in the sudden wind, at a "armor-piercing speed" of 3,000 meters per second, it was shot at the three people in the distance.

It was originally the most common ice arrow in water-based magic, with a low rate of fire and little power, and was almost useless except that the freezing energy could temporarily cause the enemy to lose some speed. It was originally the magic of the lowest-level little mages to deal with wild dogs and stupid colony natives, but in the hands of Silver Dust, it also hedged the inherent talent of the "polarization element bonus" of the physique, and turned into a "kinetic armor-piercing magic" that terrified the entire Evil Luo Sea City.

The 38 mini "Ice Arrows", which were less than half a foot long and only two fingers wide, almost completely abandoned the original vital freezing power, and completely relied on their astonishing speed and solidified crystal structure to cause great damage to all obstacles in a straight line.

The blood splashed out almost at the same time as Yinchen's password sounded, Zhang Mengmeng fell first, and the other two people also used all their strength to turn into Gangfeng to block the first and second ice arrows, blood splashed, and they fell to the sky.

Behind them was the Shura Hell, where the dead and wounded were pillowed. Those Peiyuan realm eightfold big men were not able to resist at all, and they didn't even have any time to react, and they were penetrated one after another in their bodies.

Broken ice, mixed with broken bones and blood, splattered out of the backs of these people, and the people in the front row just fell, and the people in the back row fell backwards like dominoes. There were no explosions, no fires, no illusions of instant freezing, except for the scattered snowflakes, only the flying blue light and the fluttering red flowers.

Silver Dust put down his hand, originally planning to turn around and leave like this. There is no need to fight this battle anymore, he opened a transparent hole in the shoulders of those three guys, but he didn't directly kill them, such a lesson, is enough?

Yet he still stood where he was, and the brilliance between his hands converged again, this time, pure white, divine light.

A person, a humanoid fighting machine, walked down the mountain road step by step, and the air around his body seemed to be filled with some light-absorbing substance, which looked particularly gray. He wore no robes, no armor, and in fact he wore nothing but a leather skirt.

He was a weather-beaten, angular middle-aged man who looked about the same age as the dead ghost Zhang Yun. His face was full of criss-crossed lines, not wrinkles, but scars. Both of his eyes were eerily blood-red, and his head was truly barren, with no hair, no beard, no eyebrows, and even eyelashes barely visible.

The middle-aged man walked towards Yinchen step by step, and Yinchen was also retreating step by step. This person, whose strength is definitely above the realm of transforming qi, is something that Yinchen can't deal with at the moment.

Silver Dust retreated, and he advanced, and the distance between the two people was always maintained at about fifteen zhang. This distance is ideal for Silver Dust, fifteen zhang, and the power of the spell is enough, and the other party can't hit him at all.

In Silver Dust's hand, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out, it was the Sword of Judgment.

Silver Dust never thought that these people would let him go, in his opinion, these people should be an organized underworld force that resells human organs (his brain is too big), so he doesn't have any intention to talk nonsense with them.

At the same time as the Sword of Judgment was launched, Silver Dust would also accelerate to the extreme, turning around and running. He couldn't teleport while firing an elemental spell, so he had to use acceleration magic to escape.

As soon as Silver Dust turned around, there was a violent explosion behind him, more violent than his big fireball hitting the target, and a strong cold wind quickly rushed through his body, soaring forward, and he himself was blown over in the air by this powerful wave of qi, unable to stabilize his body at all.

It was in this instant that a large, thick, almost bronze hand grabbed Silver Dust's young and immature shoulder. Immediately after that, gray-blue Gangfeng with powerful mechanical thrust completely engulfed his figure, and those gray-blue Gangfeng screamed in the air, twisting into hideous ghosts, and then twisted into a long rope by some force, tightly entangled the silver dust. The huge thrust turned into the tension of the rope, so that Silver Dust, who didn't have much strength on his own, couldn't move at all.

The noise, the noise of all kinds of ghosts crying wolves made him unable to think at all, and even difficult to concentrate. In a trance, he only felt as if he was tied up, with a layer of something on his stomach, and then his eyes darkened, as if he had been stuffed into a bag.

"The master of the Qi Transformation Period...... Yin Chen was extremely depressed, he originally thought that it was very rare for a cattle man like General Nie to enter the body six or seven times, who would have thought that he had not left the three hundred miles of Pan Yang City, and actually ran into a guy in the Qi Transformation Period.

When Yinchen stayed quietly in the cloth bag and was depressed, the three talents of the Demon Wei Pavilion also got up from the ground, the attack just now was really dangerous, if that strange child shot them directly in the heart at that time, I was afraid that the three talents of the Demon Wei Pavilion would have died in Huangquan.

"Lord Ghost Luo!" Zhang Mengmeng said respectfully and with a hint of squeamishness while holding the mouth on her shoulder, she knew that the middle-aged man in this village who had never worn serious clothes was named Yan Guiluo, a torture hall master in the Demon Wei Pavilion, who specialized in troublesome with those disobedient disciples on weekdays, and even those senior disciples who entered the body period did not give any face, and they were all famous in the Demon Wei Pavilion, not to mention his notoriety in the rivers and lakes.