At this time, the magician understood that what could really fight against the ice was still the flame, the confrontation between the elements and the form, which was limited to the confrontation between the meteorological magic and the transformation of the war soul, or the confrontation between the elemental martial arts and the battle soul martial arts, and then the soul beast and the water mist could not be used at the same time, otherwise it would be very difficult to do.

Of course, the highest-end confrontation is still the confrontation between the elemental transformation weapon and the black form. That is, the confrontation between the prince and the Chosen Spear.

Silver Dust snapped his fingers casually, and dozens of fist-sized fire meteors fell from the space that suddenly opened overhead, smashed into the ring, and in the explosion and normal, turned into patches of flame vortex of different sizes, causing the spreading cold ice to force back. Huang Haiqing saw that his "Ice Break" did not have any good effect, so he could only grit his teeth and spew out a lot of cold soul mist from the pores of his body again, followed by a flash of golden light, and the battle spirit transformed.

This time, he didn't even change his height and size, except for a pair of arms hidden in wide sleeves, which were several times thicker, and almost burst the fine brocade robe. Hidden on the legs under the robe, starting from the calves, silently emerged many slender feet, like some unknown arthropod, firmly planted on the ground with many feet, at this time he was more than three feet away from the silver dust, and took a slight step to make a momentum, but only he knew that this multi-legged form was not suitable for movement at this time.

The changes in Huang Haiqing's legs were covered by the robe, and from the perspective of Yin Chen, he couldn't find it at all. In front of him, Huang Haiqing just had his sleeves bulging and his robe, and the rest of the place did not move, and the whole person maintained a horse step that was about to rush. According to the shape of Huang Haiqing's long bag, Yinchen deduced the approximate position of her legs, and from this position, he roughly judged that the route he was about to charge and the route he was about to rush towards him showed a slight angle, which proved that this elite of the Shenhai faction actually had to staggered and break the defense that would only appear in the Shougang mad era.

In the era of ice fighting, staggered defense breaking is generally a high-end technique used by people who are extremely conceited about their own light skills, and it is not at all the previous one-hit fatal instant killing technique. Because the recovery ability of the Cold Ice Horcrux was extremely terrifying compared to Gangfeng, and the wound created by the staggered defense in an instant could only have a small one, and this injury could not kill the Cold Ice Fighter at all.

"I've never heard of your reputation, but I always feel that it's quite disappointing to see you. While Yinchen said these words with a cold expression, his fingers flicked forward, and a fierce storm, like a great dimensional slash, silently reached Huang Haiqing's chest. It was a heavy and fierce wind like a heavy hidden weapon, without any sharpness to speak of, and any kind of wind in the world was completely different, because this wind was too quiet and did not make the slightest sound. It wasn't until Huang Haiqing felt a sharp pain under his ribs that he knew that he had been hit, and the poor battle soul qi couldn't be used with the war soul beast at all, and when he cast the battle soul transformation, he couldn't put on an ice armor on himself, not even a ghost needle, so this gang wind didn't let him back a millimeter at all, but it made his body tremble violently, and the ribs on the lower left side were almost visibly dented.

Huang Haiqing gritted his teeth to prevent himself from spurting out a mouthful of blood, so that his opponent could see the flaw. He knew that at this time, he could no longer wait for the opponent to come up and attack, and he had to strike first. He originally thought that Yinchen was really just like the legend, with a long distance, but an excessively gorgeous number of ways to enter, one move and one style were extremely clear and clear, he originally thought that he Huang Haiqing could rely on the extraordinary eyesight obtained from the cultivation of "Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist" to see the moves, dissolve all the opponent's offensives, and at the moment when the opponent's moves were old, he approached the opponent by throwing the hidden weapon and then the empty cicada, and killed him with one blow.

Huang Hai knew from Long Aotian early in the morning that the silver-haired boy had never become a Chosen One, he did not have a battle soul beast, so he did not have an extraordinary recovery ability, as long as a small wound in the right position could kill him.

He didn't expect that Silver Dust's attack range was not only extremely far, but also so silent.

Huang Haixing knew that he should change his strategy, but unfortunately the strategy he could think of was also very simple. He endured the confused and tumbling blood, and the increasingly severe pain under his ribs, gritted his teeth and waved his sleeves, and three soul beast incarnated steel wire flying needles shot out, flying out in the shape of a pin.

Common sense speaking, even if it is a hidden weapon, it is already the limit of the attack distance here, because whether it is the cold ice and mist, or maybe the previous Gangfeng, it is already unsustainable beyond a zhang, unless it is a strong bow and a hard crossbow, few people can hit a farther target,. But Huang Haiqing's three steel wire flying needles, after reaching the limit of the soul qi of a distance of one zhang, were touched by him, and from the small black box behind Africa, three steel wires were quickly ejected again, almost pushing the three flying needles, lightning across a distance of more than two zhang, straight into the silver dust face door.

When the three flying needles arrived in front of Yinchen's eyes, they were obviously more than an inch away, and they suddenly stood still, they neither fell nor hit, they hovered in the air like this, and the time and space around Yinchen had been slightly distorted.

Huang Haiqing saw that Yinchen's figure seemed to be slightly blurred, but he didn't see it, and blood flowed out. Feeling the slight pull on the three fingers of his right hand, Huang Hai Qingman thought that he had taken advantage of the sneak attack with this hand, and hit the opponent by surprise, so he pulled it hard. He originally wanted to drag the silver dust in front of him, so that he could unleash his endless Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist, but the stone peak couldn't drag the magician at all, he flew out three needles, neither recovered, nor like hitting the target, and didn't even know what to hang on, in short, no matter how much strength he used, the three almost four zhang long threads always did not move.

Huang Haiqing was a little hesitant at this time, he saw that the silver-haired boy seemed to know the biggest flaw in his Hundred Flowers Wrong Punch, that is, no matter how dazzling his boxing skills were, Xiao Pan was always not stable enough, and there were really few changes in his legs. Since Baihua is a wrong fist, the changes in the hands must be colorful, and the boxers who perform this move must also focus all their energy on the changes in the hands, and the attention to the feet is naturally greatly reduced. Not to mention the magician's magical method of conjuring a metal stab, it is an ordinary fist fighter, and there are many people who condense explosive ice to crack this move, of course, most of the people who can do this are much more powerful than the people of the Shenhai Sect. In order to make up for the shortcomings of his instability, Huang Haiqing thought of using the transformation of the battle spirit to strengthen the defense of the lower half of his body, but he never thought that he would take care of one or the other, and the defense was done well, and he also lost his mobility, so that if he couldn't let the magician get close to within a zhang, he would have no way to attack the magician.

The silver-white long-haired magician looked at him from afar, as if he had made up his mind with difficulty, and raised his hand slightly, his fingertips flicking slightly.

Gao Feng was like a silent armor-piercing bullet, suddenly approaching, Huang Haiqing was like being bombarded by a heavy hammer, the bones infused with the power of the war soul, made a clicking and breaking sound, his eyes, the ball almost shot out of the eye sockets, the whites of the white eyes, quickly covered with red blood, and finally after the third blow fell, he couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of scarlet blood erupted from his nostrils.

At this time, it was a pig, and it knew that standing in place would only be bombarded to death.

However, Huang Haiqing is a demon path with many means after all, the three fingers of his right hand trembled suddenly, and a cold positive wave was transmitted along the three lines, and the blue ripples just passed out a zhang, and instantly became the reflection of the red and blue two-color mysterious weapon, and then conducted a distance of almost three zhang again, and quickly unfolded in front of the magician's eyes, becoming an empty cicada gate that was almost attached to the magician's body.

The spikes of the ice explosion bloomed, and the yellow sea cleared the cicada in front of the magician's eyes, and the magician had already floated and retreated, and a sword of thunder and light suddenly appeared in the silver-white cuffs. The long sword swung upwards with the trajectory of a certain move in the Guanlan Sword Technique, just ushering in a tricky elbow blow from Huang Haiqing based on a move in the Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist.

The thunder light collided with the battle spirit, and exploded into a transparent wind, pushing the two of them away. This time, the magic hit the iron cage full of sharp frost, but it was unscathed, not even the clothes were damaged, but the iron cage was bent outward, and the two-color aura on it also faded a little. Huang Haiqing won the initiative, retreated slightly, adjusted half a step, and was just one zhang away from the magician, with the momentum of a hundred flowers wrong fist, he raised his hand and hit with a cold ice palm, but halfway through his cold palm, he turned into a seven-inch ice explosion fist without warning.

This seven-inch ice explosion fist is a popular boxing method on the rivers and lakes, which accumulates the battle flow of the inch fist to seven times the original, and hits a seven-inch long ice fist, the fist strength passes, the air condenses, the ice explodes, and it has a very powerful penetrating power, specifically destroying the enemy's ice armor. Although Huang Haiqing couldn't see what heavy armor the magician had on his body, the three flying needles had proved that the silver-haired boy in front of him must have hidden some kind of powerful protection that he didn't understand.

Huang Haiqing is very proficient in feeling the breath, especially the breath of various foreign objects, he didn't even feel the excess breath on the magician's body, so it proves that he is not carrying any foreign objects such as mysterious weapons, in this way, the invisible powerful protection must also be some kind of exercise, since it is formed by the exercise, there is no reason not to be shattered by the ice explosion boxing.

But before his fist even had time to touch the silver dust's robe, it was intercepted by the arc-shaped sword light like lightning, and the thick arm of the battle soul transformation was completely cut off, and between the blood gushing, the arc-shaped red electric light flashed away, and Huang Haiqing didn't feel any pain at all, because the broken part of the arm had already been changed by the battle spirit, and the extended part of the body.

When he amputated his legs, he was in a cold sweat, and this time he saw the blood gushing out, but he also withdrew his left hand very easily, and the right hand, which was ready to attack, did not change his moves at all, and the white rainbow of the grammar was really shot out in the sun.

The blood gushing out was evaporated by the electric light of the same color, and another sword appeared in the other hand of the silver-colored magician.

The sword was shiny, like a sword-shaped white crystal, reflecting the surrounding candlelight into colorful spots of light. The silver magician lifted the sword, and put out a momentary stabbing style in a regular manner, and before Huang Haiqing hit the second punch, he stabbed out a sword with unimaginable agility and high speed.

The medical saint Tongguang is such a move, and Huang Haiqing has seen a lot. The moment he saw the golden sword light flickering, the first lore fist that went out immediately changed its move, and the Yunshan Misty Palm was built. A defensive palm technique, combined with the two small auxiliary arms he conjured from under his ribs, the four arms, two long and two short, immediately set up two lines of defense in front of him. There is no way for a person who is in the state of battle soul transformation to quit this state immediately, which means that there is no way to use the battle stream immediately, and the almost liquid energy of the battle stream is suitable for defense compared to any Gangfeng Divine Skill and magic skill, and even most of the magic.

Huang Haijun didn't just use palm techniques to defend, he used clouds and mountains and mist to surround his palms, in fact, he wanted to use the palm power of pure physical nature to guide the magician's direct stab attack to the side, and at the same time suddenly approached, using a close-range hidden weapon technique or a surprise battle spirit transformation to cause real fatal damage to the magician. Huang Haiqing still remembers what Sect Master Long Aotian said repeatedly in front of him, the weakness of this magician: no battle spirit means that he cannot transform into a shape, which also means that he does not have any commendable recovery ability, as long as he is seriously injured once, he can never suffer from future troubles.

All of Huang Haiqing's strategies revolve around this center, but the cold reality does not revolve around his strategy.

The magician's momentary scenery stabbed halfway, and the tip of the long sword with golden light had already crossed a distance of nearly two feet, his movements were so fast, and his swordsmanship was so tricky, that Huang Haiqin only now realized that no matter how he dodged, it was impossible for him to retreat with his whole body, and the contusion could only barely make him the most fatal throat part, and the less critical part of the torso would still be poked through. As a boxer, Huang Haiqing certainly knows that the transformation of the battle spirit cannot completely neutralize the injuries on the torso, and the head and body are always the Achilles heel of boxers.

At this time, he could not use the battle stream, nor could he condense ice armor or shields to resist such an attack. The best way to dodge a momentary stab is actually to retreat, out of reach of Silver Dust's sword.

Huang Haiqing also knew that it was very beneficial to the magician to open the distance, but he knew better that such an advantage was also the advantage of the next attack, this time the magician had a sword skill, so before it was recruited, it had no extra ability to launch another wave of attacks, and even the offensive route of the Momentary Scenery Thorn had been set, so in this cycle, all the offensive opportunities were actually in his hands Huang Haiqing.

This is called a defensive counterattack.

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