"Not bad. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Silver Dust's voice, low, hoarse, has an evocative magnetic sound quality like frosted crystal, full of mysterious charm, just like his image at the moment, pure white mystery, pure white nobility."

"The people of the Demon Pavilion...... It's not that he can't deal with it......" Nalan's eyes shook a few times, and then returned to calm, no one could sense a trace of crazy greed and malice under his eyes, he forcibly endured the fear in his heart, and released the evil thoughts in his heart, like releasing a beast that chooses people to devour, and dispelled the fear that spread throughout his body a little.

"If you can't be an enemy, why kill each other? With my blood and my body, there is no need for you to die or die!" Nalan said silently in his heart.

"If it was the Mowei Pavilion in the past, I was still afraid of one or two when I went down, but I was afraid of it now...... The goods at the bottom of the ten major sects dare to be presumptuous in front of the dignified officials of the Northern Imperial Court?" Nalan quickly calmed down, and there was a hint of arrogance hidden in his voice.

"Cut, what is the imperial court, in the eyes of our head Sang, it's just a group of cowards who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard! Even if they have the Divine Sword Gate, aren't they respectful to us? The palace is inside, but I'm just waiting for the back garden!" Yinchen is so arrogant that almost no one can see it, anyway, the black cauldron is Sang Tianliang, Feng Lieshan's back, how he blows nonsense, God can't care.

"Don't think that our northern court is just like the dilapidated bazaar in the southern country (the contemptuous name of the southern court), our northern kingdom is definitely not what you Mowei Pavilion can imagine, if you really want to talk about it, the court and royal family in the northern country are indeed nothing, but the strength of the northern country is definitely above the southern country, even if you have ten major sects, even if you are a member of the Mowei Pavilion, don't underestimate us! Don't think that you can go against the entire Northern Empire, the Northern Empire is by no means the little thing that Harlan Xuanqi's kid mastered. ”

Nalan's voice was mellow and smooth, like the skin of a king cobra, which sounded comfortable at first, but when I tasted it, I only felt a cold feeling like a toxin, slowly climbing up to the top of my head along the blood vessels under the skin.

"You seem to be very disrespectful to the Emperor!" said Yinchen's tone with a hint of surprise.

"The Harran family, but we are the ones who support the high-ranking people! We are the real masters of the north, and even of this world. There was a madness surging in Nalan's exhaustive tone, a madness suppressed behind the calm and elegance. Silver Dust's eyes twitched, and he could feel that behind this person, a huge black mist called conspiracy was really churning.

"The heroes of the world are all used by us, you and your Demon Pavilion, now they are in decline, rashly fighting with us, but they have to bear the catastrophe of annihilation!" Nalan tried his best to add a sentence lightly, the explicit threat was said casually by him, his tone was calm, his expression was calm, as if it was a matter of course, but it gave people a heavy pressure to lose their fighting spirit, ordinary warriors and knights, hearing this, either looked up to the sky and laughed disdainfully, or cursed deeply and attacked, only the white mysterious man in front of him had a calm expression and a peaceful expression.

"That sounds presumptuous. There was a rare hint of mockery in his deep, magnetic voice.

"Yes, we have always been. Nalan sneered, as if the enemy's sarcasm was a compliment to him, and as he spoke, countless tiny holes suddenly broke in the scroll in his hand.

If you don't agree with each other, you will sneak attack.

Above the white figure, a layer of silver light appeared, which was crowned by the gods, and I don't know when she secretly added this layer of defense to herself, although the undercurrent demon shield has been solidified on the body, but as a magician, don't think that there are too many shields on your body at any time.

The white light flashed, and the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded, obviously the mana of the silver dust, even if it was a legendary master, he could not guarantee that he could completely prevent the attack of the distraction triple master, not to mention that the person in front of him was not a serious, standard distraction triple, but with added materials.

"Can't even depleted uranium armor withstand an attack like his?" Silver Dust got feedback from the shattered protection, and felt that the hundreds of metal projectiles of different sizes erupted from the scroll were covered with a very mysterious Gangfeng, which had the scorching heat of fire, as well as poisonous corrosion, and even a little dark chaos, which was a strange attribute that would not appear in the human world at all before the change of the Heavenly Rules.

Nalan's exhaustive attack obviously exceeded the defense limit of the coronation of the gods, turning the rule shield into a "life-saving shield" that completely absorbed a fatal blow, and Silver Dust silently added an almost invisible ice magic shield "Frost Guard" to himself at the moment when the shield disappeared, as if predicting the opponent's next move In fact, it is on the surface of the Undercurrent Demon Shield, which is once again coated with a layer of frost protective film, which is almost the same color as the white skin of Silver Dust, and it is even more difficult to distinguish in the dark night when the rain has extinguished the brazier at this moment.

For the sake of this magic, Silver Dust even gave up any first attack on the person in front of him.

At the same moment when holes were cracked in the scroll, as if calculated, the attendant of the Beacon City, that is, the real "Beacon City" Nalan suddenly dodged, rushed directly to Yinchen from 3 meters away, and lightly pressed the arrow of Yinchen with a palm, as if greeting old friends when they met. The magician seemed to be taken aback by his sudden movements, and shrank back awkwardly, but did not dodge his viper-swift hand. Under the white hood, the silver pupils have been completely engulfed by the dark fog at this moment, there are no whites of the eyes, no pupils, only two pure darkness, like the eyes of evil spirits.

On Silver Dust's shoulder, a small piece of paper instantly appeared, which seemed to be a prop for some kind of evil magic. This piece of paper was originally attached to the palm of the hand, and the moment he slapped Silver Dust's shoulder, it was attached to Silver Dust's shoulder.

Silver Dust twisted his jaw, trying to make an angry and painful expression, and then he quickly struck, and a cloud of black mist burst out on his left and right hands, which seemed to be the starting style of the Demon Crying Slash Fist, and at the same moment, the winning column suddenly regressed, as if conjuring a trick, he took out a round shield with a diameter of 45 centimeters, and the patterns on the shield were complicated, all of them were cold and hard geometric shapes, and at a glance he knew that it was not the style of the Northern Empire, but the small country "Oulan" The style, the shield exudes an abnormal nature, cold and hard, rigid, and seems to have a little sacred, obviously a good texture of the spiritual weapon.

The Demon Crying Slash Fist swept through the shield like a storm, and the place where the shield could not be guarded, the feeling of punching to the flesh did not make the magician feel the slightest pleasure, because the enemy's shield emitted a strong wind, completely blocking the strength of his fist, and the column was exhausted, relying on such a shield, relying on his distracting triple powerful realm, he was unscathed under the continuous bombardment of the Demon Crying Slash Fist.

Silver Dust's lips moved, as if he was extremely surprised that this "guard" was able to take out a shield-shaped divine weapon casually, a shield-shaped divine weapon, which was a treasure comparable to a light weapon, although it may not be a high-grade commodity, but it is definitely rare.

Nalan retreated with all his might, and a chilling poisonous smile appeared on Junlang's face. He didn't speak, he didn't squeak, he just retreated quickly under the absolute strength of the Demon Crying Slash Fist. "It's done, I fell under my "Solo Divine Gang" Qimen poisonous curse, this life is my own! When the time comes, don't let you be a cow or a horse, even if you want to be a cat and a dog, you will have to admit it! If you don't admit it, then you will die!" He thought so in his heart, but he didn't care at all, Yinchen had just used the Demon Crying Slash Fist, and it seemed that the move was too slow?

With the terrifying hand speed of the Demon Crying Slash Fist, at this moment, he could have thrown 4 punches, but he only threw 2 punches. He let the enemy in front of him retreat. He wasn't soft-hearted, he wasn't weak-hearted, and he wasn't really hurt by Nalan's tricks. In that fraction of a second, he unleashed another trick of dark magic.

His pupils turned dark, a sign of the magic.

"Curse of Death, Seal of the End. The slight sound of the incantation dissipated in the sudden acceleration of the wind, and the raindrops falling in the air turned into scattered snowflakes. The heavily armored samurai who were 10 meters away, under the signal of a glance from the bar, raised their spears and surrounded them, but they were blocked by a dense cluster of dark ice that burst out on the ground. Silver Dust's left fingertip flexed slightly, and once the black particles converged on the fingertip, it turned into a thick fog and disappeared. The pitch-black eyes slightly locked on the other one from Zhao Yuguo, for a second, and then moved away.

Silver Dust raised his hand, pretending to be ready to continue attacking the bar, but by this time he had already sensed the wind rising behind him.

Beacon City, this guy who suddenly became a distraction ten masters, it was impossible to be killed by an armor-piercing bullet, and Yinchen himself wanted to seriously injure him with one shot, losing at least half of his combat ability, but at this moment, in the scorching wind blowing from behind, he was disappointed to find that Beacon City didn't seem to be harmed.

"Isn't it easy to use the Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon?" Silver Dust's mind flashed through this thought as a cold glow really emerged from his hand.

"The cold of deep snow. ”

Nothing was launched from his hand, only a sharp icicle with the thickness of a bowl shot out from Nalan Exhaustion's feet, almost piercing his knee, and then, three icicles shot out one after another, trapping Nalan Exhaustion in it, Nalan Exhaustion quickly transported the wind to hit an icicle on the left, but unexpectedly, at the moment when the icicle shattered, more icicles emerged from the ground, trapping him in the middle like a cage of ice.

At the moment he looked like a desperate animal.

The heavily armored warriors came one after another, striking the icicles with their spears, but their wind was too weak to be able to touch the Xuan Ice condensed by the legendary magic, Nalan broke the two icicles with great effort, but he could only watch in vain as more and more icicles around him completely filled all the space within a radius of 3 meters.

"Eternal Ice Prison. ”

With the sound of the silver dust's incantation, those icicles suddenly emitted blue light, and an unimaginable monstrous chill instantly engulfed Nalan exhausted, he was completely frozen, he was locked under the thick ice, although his whole body emitted white clouds, and the scorching and poisonous wind was baking the surrounding ice with all its might, he was still trapped in the cage of Xuan Ice for several seconds.

And he didn't have a few seconds to break free from the blockade.

Nalan had a look of fear and despair on his face, and he saw a radiant golden spear slowly growing out of Silver Dust's hand, which was Silver Dust's [Immortal Song].

The power of the ice was fighting against his poisonous Gangfeng, and he didn't have the extra strength to block the spear that might be a high-level divine soldier, maybe in the next second, his throat would be pierced by the spear.

Under the hood, a grim smile appeared on half of Silver Dust's face, as if the victory was in hand, and Nalan's expression of fear suddenly bloomed with a meaningful smile.

"Hurry up, Beacon Fire!" he said, staring at Silver Dust.

Silver Dust didn't look back.

......

Behind him, the scorching wind howled, and the air even brought circles of pale ripples, and the white hood of Silver Dust rose and fell in the wind pressure, and even circles of white ripples appeared on his body, which was the struggle of his robe under the strong wind.

The Undercurrent Shield is tightly attached to the surface of the body, and does not protect the garment like other magic shields.

Silver Dust narrowed his eyes and carefully admired the pale smile that suddenly bloomed on the face of the enemy in front of him, which was full of victory, full of pride, full of relief after panic, and full of joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. "Win!" This may be the distraction master in front of him disguised as an acolyte thinking at the moment.

"That's patheticly naïve. Such a thought flashed in his heart, and Silver Dust turned back suddenly, and at the same time, there was a light sound of shattering in his sea of qi, which was the sound of the spell bit splitting and reorganizing, the half-black and half-red Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon was separated into two separate small spell slots in red and black, and the two classic magic spells that once dominated the secret realm, after just a few months of silence, once again bloomed with the attitude of a legendary spell.

For a magician, even if he has obtained a more powerful spell, the magic he has used will never be easily thrown away, because destroying spell slots is an eternal cruelty to the magician.

The white magician turned around like a whirlwind, and at the same time he turned around, he put away the fairy song, added a second layer of protection to himself, crowned the gods, and then left the back of the light shield to Nalan who was trying his best to break free from the cage, he faced the source of the wind, the black mist in the silver pupils retreated, and the blizzard dissipated, not that he gave up the killing intent, but that he felt a little tricky.

In front of him, the beacon city was like a desolate god from the ancient impact, and his right hand like a giant hammer hit him, and the right fist of the square pier with a cubic meter size was really like a war hammer at this moment, smashing it from top to bottom. The sudden wind pressure, on the edge of the square hammer, had already bloomed a circle of white twisted lines.

Silver Dust's left hand, at the moment when the hammer finally fell, suddenly burst out, a crystal finger of the color man, gently flicked up, looking very chic and elegant, but what is contained in this light and dreamy action is pure, without any brilliance, without any special effect of violent crushing.

"Black Sky Gang God Cannon!" (To be continued.) )