Most of the monks watching from the sidelines sighed secretly, thinking that it was a pity that such a brilliant and beautiful young man fell like this. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Of course, like Feng Lieshan, Feiquan and other filthy-minded guys can only secretly rejoice in their hearts, glad that a peerless genius who made them crazy with jealousy died in such a humiliating death under the rattan whip, it was really an eye-opener.

Only this time, the long whip of the Purple Wind Scatterer did not work as well as it did just now. His whip slammed into the golden barrier, but it could only make the barrier tremble a few times, and it couldn't make the barrier crack in the slightest.

Temporary enchantment, also known as item casting, is the skill of a mage to cast a spell on any object to temporarily demonize it into a magic item, the most typical item casting is Transfiguration and Rune Traps. This technique of temporarily adding magic functions to items is not a professional enchantment skill, but is only one of the most common and simple abilities among mages, and has become almost the same as the Ice Spell Fireball, which has become the signature skill of mages called mages. The only advantage of item casters over casting spells directly at enemies or air is that the spell cast on them will persist for a certain period of time, as long as the item being cast is not damaged.

The seriously injured Silver Dust took advantage of this and applied the Divine Blessing of Light to the Xianqu, although the Xianqu did not have the power to awaken, but the quality of its precious holy weapon would not change. And any Treasure Sacred Artifact was considered completely impossible to destroy on the Wind Source Continent.

This is the unsolvable situation under the silver dust cloth, even if the purple wind scattered people carry a long whip that is also a precious holy weapon in their hands, it is impossible to break the light divine blessing of the silver dust, they can only stand outside and wait for the light divine blessing to disperse on its own, but the silver dust mage who is protected by the enchantment has swallowed the best healing pill, and every minute and every second is recovering.

Zifeng Sanren unbelievably unbelievably sent out three whips in a row, all in vain, he simply patted the crescent-shaped box behind him, took out the big black plate axe that killed the monks to the ground, dropped the whip, held the handle of the axe with both hands and raised it high, and slashed down the axe with all his strength.

Crash!

Bang!

The barrier shattered before it was touched by the Plate Axe.

The plate axe slashed through the stone platform heavily, and the blood-colored storm completely melted the stones within a radius of three meters into a puddle of black-red liquid scattered in all directions. The transparent wind pressure around Gangfeng carried a strong mechanical thrust, and it would blow away everything within a radius of thirty meters with the purple wind scattering people as the center, including of course the silver dust that had lost the protection of the enchantment.

Silver Dust flew far back, his body shrouded in three layers of dark magic shield, which was his undercurrent magic shield.

"Elemental polarization flipped!The catastrophe is over!" The Silver Dust Mage's voice was faintly blurred by the sound of the enchantment shattering, the thump of the plate axe, and the sound of stone shattering and splashing. He stretched out the index finger of his left hand in mid-air, and pointed fiercely at the Zifeng Sanren who was slowly standing upright, and in front of the Zifeng Sanren, on the thirty-square-meter round stone ground, 36 pitch-black spherical shadows suddenly burst out. At the same time, his face suddenly turned purple, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and his barely recovered body was hit again.

The pitch-black shadows shrouded the purple wind like a terrifying destiny. There were no explosions, no roars, just a tooth-aching crunch that echoed through the stone platform after the rubble splashed. Purple Wind Sanren's whole body suddenly erupted with blood-colored needles, as if he had exerted all his strength, but those blood-colored needles were still screaming and breaking one by one under the weight of darkness, and the sound sounded like a load-bearing steel beam that had been slowly broken by millions of tons of huge force.

The range of the shadow quickly shrank, and the body of the Purple Wind Scatterer slowly twisted under the blood light. The monks who were suppressed by the pillar of blood held their breath one by one, staring at the Zifeng Sanren who was gradually changing from a man's form to a ketchup form, and almost everyone was secretly praying, hoping that this unreasonably powerful so-called "Hedao" master would die under this blow.

"Is victory in sight? hehe, where do I think of the word 'victory' now?" the silver dust had already landed, and the black leather shoes stepped lightly on the hard stone ground. His outstretched left hand didn't retract, it just popped out his middle finger more quickly.

"A thousand hands go to the sky and forbid the Great Seal!" A thick black fog gathered on the tip of his middle finger, only a little the size of a ping-pong ball. The small mist mass moved like a flame in the following second, and then dissipated and disappeared, and at the same time, countless pitch-black lines suddenly burst out of the air around the purple wind disperser.

Darkness enveloped the figure of the Purple Wind Scatterer, and everything within five meters of him was covered in shadows. The air seemed to be completely withdrawn, and dark clouds shrouded the air like a curse of evil spirits, violently crushing almost everything in its path, and even time and space were annihilated in the face of this absolute pressure.

For the first time, the monks discovered that the original black light could be so dazzling, and almost all of them subconsciously looked away. In that foggy darkness, there always seemed to radiate a breathtaking power, which was the most accurate power, the simplest, the most direct, and at the same time the most arrogant and unreasonable power. In the darkness, there was no explosion, no destruction, no decay, not even the aura of falling apart, only a simple force that blocked and squeezed towards the center.

The dark energy exploded completely, and a pitch-black shadow engulfed the bottom of the pool. The shadow shrank rapidly, and soon turned into the silhouette of a purple wind scattered. If you compare Wei Wuliang's fate, then this dark magic is enough to "seal" the Purple Wind Sanren for thirty-five to forty minutes.

Silver Dust lowered his hand and watched all this quietly, he didn't know if this dark magic could deal with the enemy in front of him, he only knew that he had paid a heavy enough price for such a play. The reversal of the elemental polarization he had just done had caused significant irreversible damage to himself and to the Immortal Qu, and the final power of the Immortal Qu had inevitably shrunk further, in order to sacrifice his own essence and blood to forcibly launch the catastrophe, and use a large-scale, highest-intensity dark impact to completely shatter the defenses of the Purple Wind Scatterers, creating the most favorable opportunity for the subsequent sealing magic. In the face of the Purple Wind Scatterer, the Silver Dust Mage actually didn't have much choice, because the power of the Purple Wind Scatterer was not the real Gangfeng, but the "Blood Technique". (To be continued.) )