"I pay attention to the concealment and gather as a whole. ”

The people of the Golden Dao Gate quickly moved to the side of the prison with a special soldier-like body method that is absolutely impossible to appear in this world, and Yinchen casually laid a soundproof barrier, and then said to everyone:

"Less than twenty zhang ahead, in the distance, is Zhao Yuheng's troops, only forty-four people. Morale is low. ”

"Zhao Yuheng, that lazy prince of Chongwang?" said indifferently: "It seems that Brother Zhao said that he should be pulled?"

"Worship hell! Didn't Yinchen warn you many times? In the secret realm, except for his own people, the life and death of others should not be taken care of, and he could not be controlled!" Jiang Lishi scolded in a low voice, and then turned to Yinchen: "Yinchen, do we need to bypass or ......" He said, his eyes coldly made a knife slashing gesture.

Yinchen was about to speak, when suddenly the whole of his glasses turned red, and an alarm came from the mini earphones: "The enemy has been discovered! Approaching at high speed! Expected to arrive in three minutes!"

Silver Dust suddenly felt in his heart, and the dark path could be regarded as a group of enemies. He pressed against the data and simple geometric schemas transmitted from the spectacle lenses, and said with an unchanged face: "I'm sorry, we can neither detour nor rob them, because a new force is approaching at high speed." ”

"Huh?" everyone in the Golden Dao Gate let out a surprise inhalation: "Is it the enemy?"

"For Zhao Yuheng, it may be an enemy. Silver Dust's eyes were blocked behind the fully transparent lenses, and the originally pure white and flawless transparent lenses suddenly flashed with a flash of light for some reason: "See! It's the Poison Dragon Sect!"

The disciples of the Golden Dao Sect were in a commotion with excitement, the poisonous world of the Poison Dragon Sect was afraid, but only Yinchen was not afraid, and the coronation of the gods with a wide range of blessings was even just a "secret method" such as the righteous guardian, which was enough for the people of the Golden Sword Sect to run rampant in front of the Poison Dragon Sect.

"How many people, how many masters?" Jiang Lishi didn't show too much excitement, although the life of staying here for a few days except for touching fish and rushing made him a little bored, and the battle factor in his body began to move, but after all, he had experienced decades of bloody rain, and he had already developed a little resistance and tiredness of fighting and killing on the rivers and lakes. In the face of the enemy, the first thing that came to his mind was the really important question of the balance of forces between the enemy and us, and whether his disciples would be sacrificed because of this.

"All of them have been dispatched, and they have even absorbed other forces, and the number of them is currently more than four hundred!In terms of cultivation, the masters of the Merge Dao Period will definitely appear, and I don't know if there are any masters who have returned to the void!" Yin Chen's tone was a little hurried.

"Can't beat it! Withdraw first!" Jiang Lishi immediately decided: "How much time is left?"

"It's a little over two minutes to rush to us—"

"That's enough! Hurry up!" Jiang Lishi beckoned, and everyone immediately used light skills to rush back towards the way they came. Although their body style is not light and elegant, it looks simple and direct, and even a bit of a sideways posture, but that speed can really make the monks of the world break out in a cold sweat! There is no other reason, just because these good men of the Golden Sword Gate use the newly developed light body magic skill "Wind Spirit Law" by Yinchen.

"Uncle Jiang, you first lead people to rush to the entrance of a dungeon a thousand steps away to hide for a while. Silver Dust said as he ran, not panting at all.

"What about you?"

"Let's see if we can fish out the prince of Chongwang! After all, we are now hostile to Mingquan, and it is also time to sabotage her plan!" Yinchen slowly broke away from the team: "The other thing is that there is a personal grudge with the Poison Dragon Sect!" he said and suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

"Hell!" Jiang Lishi roared. "Got it! My family has actually been itching for a long time!" "Visiting the prison is obviously until Jiang Lishi refuses to be able to rest assured that Yinchen is in danger alone, so he simply chases Yinchen directly, and a few disciples want to follow, but as a result, Jiang Lishi can only speed up by kicking Jiang Lishi alone.

Yinchen's behavior, the people of the Golden Dao Gate are very clear, all the rhetoric is false, and his real purpose is to break off!

These hot-blooded men know that only after the mysterious silver-white sage personally breaks off can they ensure that there is no attrition in their team.

Bai Prison launched the newly learned divine skill "Wind Spirit Law", and flew up to the broken tower first, Silver Dust directly activated the fantasy wings, floating into the void far away, the two stood side by side, looking at the scene fifty meters away, that is, almost sixteen or seventeen zhang away. At this point, half a minute has passed.

Zhao Yuheng Zhao Feiliu's team was only forty people, but it took half a minute to hide in the side hall, these people were like idle people wandering in the vegetable market, almost aimlessly.

"Is that one wearing armor their general? Why don't you form a whole team? Can this defense force be able to do it without posing a position?" Bai Prison stretched out his thick index finger with iron gloves and pointed at Lao Zhao, the guard officer who was wandering alone in front of the side hall, and asked with surprise.

"Who knows what's going on? These people are like refugees who have escaped from Ambrera's secret base. Silver Dust shrugged his shoulders slightly, and then used the inner house to fly out of his sleeves with many "hidden weapons".

It's not a hidden weapon, it's just a few identical small drones, all of which are in the style of a dual-rotor gunship, Yinchen's eyes flashed, and finally he stretched out his hand, and a blue light rippled out, and the small drone was specially vacated on the expansion equipment hardpoint, and immediately added a few toy missile-like blue cylinders, which were not toy missiles, they were real, and they became the ice magic of shrinking missiles.

The small drone flew diagonally upward, and at the same time opened the mirage, disappearing into the air in an instant, Yinchen took off his glasses, closed his eyes reluctantly for a while, and then opened them again, and the silver pupils turned into colorful pupils that constantly changed colors.

All kinds of information are directly displayed on the iris, although this way of directly mounting information is more simple and efficient, but it is this [high efficiency] that increases the mental load of silver dust a lot. Mages' mental load capacity is actually very limited, because they have to manage spell slots, spells, gestures, domains, target mental power locks, attack evasion, target weakness analysis and combat countermeasures through their subjective consciousness at the same time, and they don't have time to pay attention to additional visual or auditory information, which is why mages love magic equipment for automatic combat.

The drone smoothly transmitted the picture, and at the same time, Silver Dust hurriedly put on a defensive magic that specially dealt with toxins for himself and Hell, and then casually sent out two black clouds into himself and Hellworship to wrap them. From the outside, these two black fogs looked like dark clouds or shadows, obscuring most of the tower, but from the inside they were still very clear, but the vision was a little annoying. Silver Dust took out a large iron bow and three element-breaking arrows from the arcane space, handed them to the Prison Worship, and motioned for him to get ready.

Two and a half minutes have passed, and the people of the Golden Dao Gate have long since disappeared, and Zhao Yuheng's team is still spinning around like ants, with no organizational efficiency at all. Aside from the fact that three bonfires were raised outside the side hall, there were few changes.

"Be careful! the enemy is coming!" said Silver Dust, who had nowhere to borrow strength in the air, he still owed slightly, and made a defensive posture, at this time all his lies had been self-defeating, the purpose of his not leaving here was to break the Golden Dao Gate, and the drone he threw out did not only stare at the movement of the Poison Dragon Sect, but also searched all the places within a radius of several miles to confirm that no new enemies came back and gathered above the Poison Dragon Sect.

"See, the ghost sneaked over quickly, and it really deserved to be a poisonous dragon...... "Bai Hell stared at the ghosts scurrying in the shadows fifty meters away, and was about to respond to Yinchen's words, but suddenly stopped.

The people of the Poison Dragon Sect did not attack immediately, but suddenly put up several large flags.

Yinchen was slightly stunned, he was sure that he had seen such a banner, but it seemed that he didn't pay attention to it or because of something else, and after seeing such a banner again, he couldn't remember what force it belonged to. The Black Wing Banner of the Black Feather Army and the Eight Banners of Jianzhou Nu'er are completely different from these unified banners, and the Jianghu sect of the Southern Empire is not allowed to erect such a huge banner at all.

"This is?" Silver Dust was a little dazed for a moment.

"Northland?!" Bai Hell screamed, bent his bow and arrows with a roar, the thick iron bow was directly dragged into a full moon by his tyrannosaurus-like arm strength, his thick hand stabilized the bow, slightly aimed for three seconds, and as soon as his left hand was released, he heard a "bang" sound that was almost the same as a match, and a silver light flashed, and a large flag fifty meters away fell silently.

"Northern country!" Yinchen then remembered that when he first came to Panyang City, he saw such a big flag every day, on the four corners of the city, but at that time, he didn't care about this kind of detail at all, and later when he came to the south, he simply forgot about it.

Hellworship hurriedly shot three arrows, killing the three banners, and Silver Dust hurriedly cast the crown of the gods, blocking the two qi-extinguishing arrows flying from fifty meters away, and no more feathered arrows came after that. Because at this time, in Zhao Yuheng's team, he finally remembered a loud roar: "The enemy attacked ——"

With that shout, the sound of the weapon unsheathed rang out. After an interval of almost a second, several black figures pounced with all their strength and exchanged hands with the people of the Poison Dragon Sect.

These black figures are the guards of the prince of Chongwang who wore armor and thought they were superior. The person in the lead was none other than Lao Zhao.

The chief of the guard in the Chongwang Mansion is surprisingly a master of the ghost system, although the realm of turning qi is often blown into the peak of qi by him, but the strength at the top of the mortal level is real. He had a premonition before the "enemy attack", because he felt a strange aura appear next to him, that is, within fifteen meters, he had a little experience in suppressing bandits, and he was also alert for the first time, and casually pulled out the Shouyuan hammer on his waist, and carried out his magic skills, and at the moment when the enemy attack alarm sounded, he directly rushed towards the unfamiliar place where the wind was blowing.

He can't care about returning to the second master now, because he is the head of the guard and not a personal guard, even if he dies by the side of the second master, if he can't kill a bloody path, it will be useless.

He wielded a huge hammer, and the wind all over his body turned into a cloud of black and purple mist, which erupted from his body and was sucked into the hammer. A distorted grimace rolled in the black mist, letting out a howl that disturbed the hearts of the world, but the real power in the dark ghost wind was a rotten and foul-smelling corrupting force.

The power of the undead erupted from the protective body qi and exploded violently, melting all corrosion except air within a radius. Lao Zhao roared, with such a decayed and dilapidated killing intent, jumped up high, and smashed down with a hammer from mid-air-

This was the moment when the light was at its best, but in such a bright light of the light blue seabed, there was still a dark shadow, as if unwilling to blend into the darkness of the light world, and among these shadows, one of the darkest, the coldest, and the most easily ignored, suddenly came a strange sneer.

The sneer was not like death, but like a viper hunting.

A dark green storm burst out of the shadows, and the tip of the storm was a fist with a sharp blade. With a short shout of contempt and disdain from the "clam", the green wind pulled by the fist actually bent in midair, bypassing the ghost war hammer built from the sky, and slammed into Lao Zhao's chest.

Lao Zhao roared wildly, and watched the iron cone in his hand smash to the ground for a while. There was no explosion, only two heavy crashes and the louder and louder sound of the storm raging, pieces of dark black wind blades and groups of red, yellow and green wind blades twisted and strangled together, the beep of high-speed gears snapping together, the sharp noise, even made Lao Zhao's ears and eyes squirt out of three-inch-high plasma.

In the first three seconds of contact with each other, there was no movement, no explosion, not even a shock wave. As if glued to a static space-time, the two men stopped eerily, their faces twisted, their eyes glaring at each other violently.

That's in the spelling for.

The dark black power of the fierce ghost emanated from Lao Zhao's body, frantically corroding everything within a three-meter radius except air, and the sandy land under his feet had slowly turned into a festering mire. Guard Elder Zhao desperately urged the body protection gangfeng, opened the corrosive power of the fierce ghost power to the limit, desperately weakened the opponent's steady stream of three-color gangfeng, there was almost no vision in his eyes, and the spread was black, red, yellow, and green The four colors pushed each other twisted and deformed patches, and in the first three seconds of being hit in the chest by the enemy, he didn't even figure out who the enemy was.

The vermilion, miserable green, and orange-yellow cold poisonous power erupted in front of Lao Zhao's eyes, and a cold and damp debilitating force came from the outside of the body protection qi in his chest and fell silent little by little. Lao Zhao's hair was all open, a pair of eyeballs were almost popping out of his sockets, and the whites of his eyes were already full of bloodshots, almost turning him into rabbit eyes. The power of his whole body was concentrated in his chest, and the power of the fierce ghost was almost condensed into a simple black qi breastplate, but the aggressive power of poisonous water actually melted his Gangfeng armor slowly, and drilled into his body one by one. [.]