The wind slowly seeped out from the silver fingertips, turning into the power of flight, and the silver dust didn't even need to fall headlong to the ground, he could completely adjust his body shape and flight direction in the air, he turned a corner in the air in Feng Lieshan's eyes from smug ecstasy to surprise, completely avoiding Feng Lieshan's flight path.

The two of them were simply fighting dogs in the air at this time.

At least definitely for Silver Dust, he watched Feng Lieshan fly by at least three zhang away from his left, he snorted coldly, and the storm between his fingers suddenly changed, and he himself rushed straight towards Feng Lieshan's back at a super speed of almost Mach 1.2.

"Old Feng, you probably haven't learned the Heavenly Demon Flashback Instant Breakthrough Defense, right?" Yinchen's voice came coldly from the back door, and the surprised Feng Lieshan was furious, and then he felt a burning pain in his waist.

Silver Dust's fingers lightly clicked on Feng Lieshan's most fatal weakness, the Vital Gate Acupoint, the bright light bloomed ruthlessly on the tips of his fingers, it was not the Demon Crying Slash Fist, it was the real Chiyou Martial Arts, Silver Dust's move to exert his finger power was completely a nameless finger skill in Chiyou Martial Arts, and the power that erupted from his fingertips was a very famous light magic in Gabriel's Evil Luohai City: the Dawn Holy Sword!

The laser was like a death shot, and it exploded and won the lottery Feng Lieshan flew out entirely, but it still did not penetrate a layer of chain mail under the thick wind, and the silver dust fell vertically back to the ground as if it was not affected by the reaction force, and Feng Lieshan really rolled and flew out of the distance in embarrassment.

He fell to the ground, and it took a second for him to get up in embarrassment, and Silver Dust could even clearly see a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead. The magician himself felt that it was so dangerous, if Feng Lieshan hadn't put on that set of mystery-level chain mail, this battle would have ended at this moment, and the winner would enter the experience summary stage, and of course, if possible, the loot list would pop up.

Not. Reality will not have such a system flow, and Yinchen is not familiar with the connectors of the main god space.

"It's quite a bit of a two-hit?" Feng Lieshan's face changed a few times before he could hold back such a sentence. Obviously, the reality is not what he imagined just now, who was still very arrogant.

"See, you are not qualified to ask about my inheritance at all, because everyone in this world, including you, is not qualified, although in the Red Blood Secret Realm, I have obtained the inheritance of Thunder God and Ghost God, but here, I have truly transformed into me, what you are facing now is not the mage Silver Dust, nor the outcast Silver Dust of the Demon Pavilion, but just the Silver Dust. Yinchen said coldly, his two sleeves hunted in the gradually increasing long wind, and among the wide and deep cuffs, many golden points of light slowly lit up: "Listen to Feng Lieshan, the inheritance I have obtained is so strong that you don't even have the qualifications to launch a staggered defense at close range!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand arrogantly, and a light the thickness of a bucket shot out from his hand, like a giant sword in the hand of a god that cut through time and space, and slashed towards Feng Lieshan's waist fiercely.

That pillar of light was at least a hundred zhang long, and the edges of the pillar of light were round and illusory, not as sharp as a real sword, but the terrifying high temperature contained in that pillar of light could definitely fuse the flesh and blood.

Light Magic: Judgment

Feng Lieshan, who couldn't avoid it, suddenly changed color, roared wildly and stood the telescopic spear in his sleeve to the side, and collided with the slashed light blade, finally breaking the light blade, not letting the terrifyingly big light knife cut himself in half.

The aura of the top-grade mysterious weapon burst out, and finally shattered the light blade in Yinchen's hand, Yinchen, in the final analysis, was still dealing with Feng Lieshan, who held the divine weapon, in an empty-handed manner, under the influence of the divine soldier Tianzhi, he was actually at a disadvantage.

It's a pity that for Silver Dust, which can manufacture Rare Artifacts in bulk, this is not a difficult problem to deal with. He didn't even have the heart to change this disadvantage right away, and he still had a good time.

Feng Lieshan stared at Yinchen closely, his face was already solemn like never before, and he could feel that the energy contained in the two hits sent by Yinchen was probably the same as that of a super master who returned to the void.

But how is this possible?! Since thousands of years of civilization, no one who has returned to the realm of the void has ever been less than sixty years old!

He Feng Lieshan is now in his fifties, and his talent is not bad, but he is still very far away from returning to the void, but this kid in front of him, how old is he?!

These are nothing, what is really terrifying is that he, Feng Lieshan, is exactly three feet away from Yinchen at this time—just a distance that can only be beaten passively and can't touch a single hair of the opponent at all.

He finally knew how aggrieved Fang Tianhang had been during that sect competition.

He finally knew that the enemy he was facing was more than one level stronger than Wei Wuliang back then.

Silver Dust raised his eyebrows, raised his hands from the sides of his body, and his palms burst out with dazzling golden light, clasped together above his head, and then split down together, pointing to the ground from afar, Feng Lieshan saw this and immediately exerted his feet, and in a gust of wind explosion, he quickly bounced to the left side.

On the ground between him and the silver dust, a row of brilliant pillars of light quickly shot out.

The pillars of light bounced up one by one, extending to a hundred meters away, Feng Lieshan saw the vacancy of the move after Yinchen's shot, and did not use his hand to seal at all, and directly condensed his spirit, a Juyuan style was generated behind him, and then sent a scorching strong wind, Feng Lieshan was blown by this strong wind, and his body rose again, and in the sky, he swooped down like a goshawk.

With a violent ghost cry, he rushed to Silver Dust almost like a phantom, at least, within a distance of less than nine feet from Silver Dust.

"Death!" Feng Lieshan shouted, holding the iron handle of the spear in his left hand, and pushed forward fiercely, the spear full of activation was urged by his fierce ghost power, spinning at high speed, stabbing at Yinchen's waist and abdomen like a drill, this time, he finally, finally ushered in the hope of victory after being bombarded indiscriminately for dozens of breaths.

In the next second, the light of hope was completely extinguished.

Yinchen indifferently moved a step sideways, and his figure suddenly turned into a ghost stacked with countless vague outlines, like a figure seen by a patient with severe eye disease, blurry, illusory, and there was no exact forehead position at all. In the illusory light and shadow, the left hand hidden in the wide sleeve suddenly rose up, and a black streamer split the air of the lava desperate situation.

With unimaginable pressure and momentum, Li Feng slammed into Feng Lieshan's head, Feng Lieshan's right wrist twisted, and the spear that had been stretched out to the maximum extent in his hand drew a fan, and collided with the black streamer, the streamer dissipated, Feng Lieshan shouted in his heart, there was neither heavy pressure nor momentum in the black streamer, it was just a cloud of mist.

It was a dark fog that shared a rune with petrified magic, a black mist that obscured the view and disoriented the shrouded person, nothing more, without any toxin, any other curse, debilitation, or restraint effect. Feng Lieshan was surrounded by black mist, his vision was completely empty in an instant, and there was only a tumbling darkness in front of him, he hurriedly urged the body protection shield to the maximum, isolating the poisonous gas from himself. He had heard that some people on the rivers and lakes specialized in collecting the highly poisonous miasma in the 100,000 mountains to refine the poison, and that kind of terrible thing could poison people to death even if it didn't suck into the body.

However, it was obvious that the black mist was just black mist, and it was almost dispersed by Feng Lieshan's wind, and Feng Lieshan was almost about to see through the thin mist and see the thin but tall silhouette of Silver Dust, but at this moment, a brilliant brilliance suddenly rose in Silver Dust's hand.

It was a light of judgment that was carefully emitted by a magician, and its power was at least reduced by more than half, when the light of judgment symbolizing destruction and the darkness symbolizing hope collided together, to be precise, it should be when the darkness enveloped the light, as if the giant wheel of the rules of heaven and earth was slowly pushed, and the light and darkness intersected, changing into wind.

It's just that it's not a gang, it's a hurricane.

The explosion occurred about three feet in front of Feng Lieshan's chest, and in the first second, Feng Lieshan felt a tearing pain, the pain spread all over his body, and the pain made many tears erupt from his slitted eyes, and a second later, he heard a loud noise that could almost shatter the eardrum, as if a giant dragon the size of a mountain roared at his ears and eyes, the sound of the explosion was short and powerful, but when it exploded, his mind was full of buzzing echoes, as if tens of thousands of flies were marching and demonstrating. After a few more seconds, he felt a hard knock on his head and back, and then in a second pain of dizziness, he realized that he had been blown away and fell.

He grinned and scrambled as he rose from the ground, and his eyes were met by a dirty gray tornado pillar that connected the sky to the earth. The columnar tornado moved slowly and crookedly as if it was being pushed by many people with insufficient strength, moving towards him Feng Lie Mountain. Feng Lieshan's soul was in a hurry, and he could feel that the power in the hurricane was no less than the attack of the two masters of the Void.

Feng Lieshan knew that his seven-fold small body could not withstand the tearing of the hurricane, so he hurriedly jumped up and ran, but he didn't stop after running a hundred steps, the hurricane behind him disappeared, and the enemy in front of him reappeared.

Silver Dust walked out of the Hyperspace Gate, exuding a majesty unlike anything it had ever seen before. He took a few steps forward, and every footprint that fell to the ground emitted a wisp of green smoke, which then burned.

The poison of the wind forest volcano has failed.

"I'm sorry, but your Wind Forest Volcano can't support it for a while. Yinchen said softly, feeling the unusual momentum on his body, Feng Lieshan instinctively wanted to retreat, but he couldn't, because he felt the resistance of the Heavenly Rule.

The duel is not over, because no side has yet fallen in blood.

Feng Lieshan flattened his mouth, and then made a reunion with his water sleeves. Silver Dust's gaze froze, and a barrier of light and fire rose from the ground, followed by a clanging sound. The depleted uranium armor-like defensive magic Light Guardian was actually hit by a small white dot by Feng Lieshan's silent flying weapon.

The silver-colored pupils suddenly locked, and Silver Dust was shocked to find that the hidden weapon that was silently thrown in an unexpected way was actually a bone-piercing awl.

Heavy concealed weapon.

The throwing of heavy hidden weapons, even if it is a veteran of the years, will expose traces before throwing, the Jianghu language is called "revealing the technique", Yinchen has seen it in the past five years, and there are many warriors in the north who are known as hidden weapons, and there has never been a situation like Feng Lieshan, and there is no trace of a hidden weapon like the bone cone flying out.

If it weren't for Silver Dust's almost instinctive use of the Fire Rune, he would have been sent flying again.

"Awesome. The two actually said at the same time, and then glared at each other in embarrassment.

Yinchen stretched out his hands out of his sleeves and displayed his silver palms in front of Feng Lieshan: "You should know by now that if you are more than the inheritance, you are not my opponent at all, right?"

"It's too early to say that, isn't it? Feng Lieshan said indifferently.

"But you didn't get close, did you?"

That's just a battle of words and a battle of righteousness, and it's of no value. Feng Lieshan's voice suddenly became erratic, and his body slowly gathered a momentum that was different from before, obviously, he had another divine skill, not the divine skill of "Revenant Soul Killing Dafa".

"I haven't figured it out at the beginning, why did you run to deal with this seat? At this moment, this seat suddenly remembered, if you roughly calculate the date, today, I'm afraid it's almost Zhang Mengmeng's birthday, right?

"Yes. After Yinchen finished speaking, he quickly shut up and swallowed the next words back into his stomach. He didn't want Feng Lieshan to know that today was not only Zhang Mengmeng's birthday, but also Zhang Yating's death, and it was also the deadline for the five-year period that Elder Yun Wuyue had agreed with him.

Although Yun Wuyue did not specify the time limit before he died, when Yinchen revisited the Red Blood Secret Realm, he accidentally found a small stone tablet that Yun Wuyue should have left not long after being poisoned before his death, which read "The traitor of the Curse Sect Feng Lieshan Zhaohe reported to the ninth yellow spring in the beginning of July in the thirteenth year of the thirteenth year", which was well hidden, and on the flat stone, the handwriting was dark red, obviously, it was written in blood.

Yinchen didn't know what kind of mood Yun Wuyue was in at that time, was it grief and indignation, unwillingness, hatred? Maybe there was only one point, and the deepest feelings might be the deep despair of the betrayal of the siblings in the sect, and the deep despair and reluctance to the sect.

Yinchen later learned about Yun Wuyue's life, and knew that this elder was introduced to the Demon Pavilion because of his relatives in the Demon Wei Pavilion, and her own personality was actually more suitable for being a righteous path master - she had never done anything evil in her life except for the sect's vendetta and the suppression of temporary disciples, and on the night of Jia Yuanyuan's execution, he was just acting in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes, after all, the nature of breaking into the mountain gate of other sects at night was actually similar to the nature of the prison of the criminal department of the imperial court at night.