The light of the treasure and mysterious weapon, like ripples rippled in the air, and a hot wind emerged from the beacon city, his wind was like a scorching and domineering thunderbolt, but it was transformed by the sword in his hand, and it was as cold and soft as flowing water, he slowly lifted the sword, and the whole person exuded a hot and fluctuating breath like boiling water, and his pressure was like boiling water, and like red-hot copper juice, spreading wave after wave, burning everyone present. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Sword name Lang Su, please advise!" Beacon Liancheng said in a dignified manner, no matter whether he is righteous or evil, or crooked, in short, he must first behave in front of an opponent worthy of a battle, regardless of what kind of poison the plum blossom dart in the palm of his left hand is fed.

The pure white magician, still standstill, without any sound or movement. He looks especially like a wax figure of a fanatical believer. Pure white, pious, noble, lonely, his body has always exuded a lonely coldness, as if he is hostile to the whole world. He folded his hands in front of his chest, as if in prayer.

The faint pain in the sea of qi has never retreated for 5 years, and the sadness of Lingxi's farewell will never be forgotten once experienced. The horror of the poison-soaked body in the Purple Blood Hall had turned into a nightmare, waking him up from midnight dreams from time to time, and the destruction of any spell position was an unforgettable lesson for the magician.

Not to mention the basic spells such as "summoning the ice sword" and "ice spear technique", this is almost the most basic and essential ability of an ice magician, once lost, it is almost a complete burial of the changes and brilliance of ice magic.

For 5 years, Silverdust had been trying to recover from that horrific poisoning incident, but what looked like a rebirth poisoning was actually the worst damage Silverdust had ever suffered in the Atlas. There has been no way to recover the summoning ice sword, and he has never been able to directly conjure the ice sword and ice spear, he can only transform through the immortal song, he has been groping for five years, and he has worked hard for five years, and the final result is only to make the edge of the ice spike of the final ice lotus sharper, making the magic of the ice arrow more penetrating.

He lost the ability to summon the Ice Sword forever, and he completely lost the ability to make the Xuan Ice Sculpture into various weapons, and finally, unless there were a large number of divine weapons around him, he would never be able to summon weapons indefinitely. As a mage, he is unable to use the combat magic of the Legion, which is known as the "Celestial Army", and can only rely on his own strength to pour barrage on his enemies.

"That's it, I can't be a seventh-degree lord after all. Yinchen put down his hand, and three or four golden cones of light appeared beside him, that was his immortal song, and it was also the only magic weapon he could turn into any cold weapon, and the rest, the deadly sun could only be an axe, and some of the swords and shields he had acquired or snatched in the past five years were actually all using the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" Destroyed when converted into spell bits, because those sword gods are all wind attributes, all of which were obtained after the change of the heavenly rules, and it is impossible to integrate into his hedging physique, except for the fairy song and the deadly sun, the only thing that can continue to become a spell bit is actually the modern weapons that he made with war space and some ordinary ores, which are only used by mechanical puppets, and these weapons are almost all fire or dark weapons, such as the chariot cannon with the embodiment of the Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon, such as the machine gun with the manifestation of ordinary shadow arrows.

He still has not been able to reach the point where he can conjure many shields and spears with a single wave of his hand.

The only thing he had in common with that prince was probably a clump of ice spikes bursting out of the ground, right?

Silver Dust put down his hand, there were 4 immortal songs suspended in the air beside him, and in the face of the "challenge" of the Beacon City's solemnity, he didn't say a single syllable, and even the half of his face that was exposed outside the hood didn't have any muscle movement. He just pulled a face that looked like an ice cube. Put down your hands and nod, meaning that the other party can make a move.

He actually let the other party make a move in this situation, you know, he is already under siege at this time, and the female disciples of the Shenhai faction have all been subdued, except for Lu Qingyun, who is surrounded by 3 qi masters, he is alone, and the black-clothed masters of the northern country are crowded around the front and back, and in the dead end of his back door stands the cold and treacherous distraction master Nalan Grinding, and his talent is directly ahead, it is an elite-level, especially resistant distraction fat man Beacon Fire.

"Hey, it's not a little bold!" Beacon City sneered, raising the slender heavy sword in his hand as if he was stabbing it, "A moment of brilliance!" The Xuanqi long sword let out a sharp roar, as if a phoenix was flying head-on, and a boiling scorching storm surrounded the wave-shaped blade, advancing one by one, leaving a blue-white mark in the air.

Silver Dust was still as cold as a statue, his indifferent expression almost forever obscured by a low-key white hood, a large shadow that made it impossible for others to see his expression even in the overly bright light of the fire, let alone the imminent out-of-control blizzard in his silver pupils.

Beacons rushed at him.

The beacon didn't take a single step, and the color of the enemies in the field of vision changed by one point.

The pale robe gradually turned blue, and the light around it became brighter and brighter.

The raindrops fell and hit the head of the beacon city, and it actually made him feel a faint pain, as if they were not liquid raindrops, but small beads made of fine iron.

The rain didn't know when it started to rain, but the raindrops fell to the ground, and instead of splashing, they jumped and rolled out like pinballs. It wasn't rain, it was tiny hail.

The beacon city is getting closer and closer to the target, the target in his eyes is getting bluer and bluer, and the light around him is gradually becoming strange, as if the flames all over the yard have turned blue......?

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The sound of small crumbling was like thousands of ants gnawing on wooden stakes, slight and dense, and in this low sound, all the flames in the small courtyard, whether it was the quiet burning flame in the brazier, or the lit tables and chairs, corpses, the ruins of the stage, and all other flames that were about to burn recklessly, all froze into blue ice in the shape of flames, motionless, like crystal sculptures.

The violent blue, instead of the red of the flame, illuminated everything in the small courtyard, and it looked brighter and clearer, it was the reflection of ice.

The 4 bars around Yinchen have completely turned into 4 ice picks at this time, and the garden is full of ice, all because of the too thick cold on it.

Light splits water and fire, this is not just a truth, a kind of understanding, but the ability that really exists in the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", when Wei Wuliang taught the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" to Yinchen in the way of euthanasia, Yinchen had such an ability, but he didn't have time to practice this ability in the entire Red Blood Secret Realm.

"Run through heaven and earth, destroy Luo Xianqu. A low, deadly magnetic voice gently diffused through the cold air. The wind suddenly blew the horn of killing. The four spears of Xuan Bing accurately locked on the four key points on the body of the Beacon City, as if they were controlled by an invisible knight, piercing with great rotational force.

A scorching wind erupted from Beacon City's body, like an invisible high-pressure air current, roaring out from every pore on his body, turning into a transparent shockwave, shattering the four spears into countless ice chips with a bang. He was only 3.3 meters away from the silver dust, which is what ordinary people call one zhang and one foot, which was not close enough to stab the target with a fiery sword.

The wind exploded, and the white shock wave spread violently, and the heat and cold, thunder and ice were violently annihilated 2 meters away from the silver dust and more than 1 meter away from the beacon fire. The drastic change in temperature caused the air to expand and contract, erupting in concentric circles. The robes on Beacon Liancheng's body flew and fluttered, and a circle of protective wind swirled around his body, dissipating the impact and stopping his forward pace. A golden wheel of light erupted from Yinchen's body, which was the crowning of his gods, but the magic shield suddenly condensed into a form under his mind, turning into a giant tower shield several meters high, and the ice-blue shield emitted a cold mist, which was blown by the shock wave and quickly dissipated, but the tower shield was still standing motionless in front of Yinchen, isolating him from the beacon city, looking like a transparent wall.

Silver Dust stretched out his hand gracefully, and a brilliant blue light burst out from his hand, looking like a spear that could stretch out infinitely, and that blue light was against the tower shield like a high wall, like a double-decker bus roaring towards the beacon city. The beacon burst into flames, and the rippled giant sword in his hand let out a short and piercing phoenix roar, only to see a flash of bright light, and the tower shield was cut into many triangular pieces of ice by him.

With the sound of shattering glass, the Beacon City rushed from under the shattered tower shield, and the distance between him and Silver Dust was infinitely shortening.

Silver Dust raised his left hand, and in the palm of his primary color, a sky-high fire had already erupted, and an unimaginable heat wave hit, and the ends of the city's money rat tail braids were scorched, but the scorching wind on his body was still strong, even domineering, and the swirling invisible storm actually blew away the flames in Silver Dust's hands.

"The Great Incineration Spell!"

"Tear the Soaring Dragon Slash!"

A low murmur and a loud roar sounded one after another, and then they turned into their own bravery and killing intent, and collided fiercely together. The crimson finger blade hit the wavy blade, and a violent wave of heat spread along the blade, but there was no way to make the beacon fire burn and scream in pain. Silver Dust's eyes flickered, and he suddenly turned his fingers into claws, and his flaming right hand fiercely grasped Sen Bai's sword blade, but his hand was completely cold.

'Xuan Cold Iron?!' Silver Silver's pupils opened slightly, and Silver Dust said in a little surprise, a red blood fountain emerged from his left hand, and the flames evaporated into a cloud of steam before it hit the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, I can't think of it! The sword of cold iron can withstand the wind of this seat!" Beacon Flames gritted his teeth and said word by word, and the stump-thick arm erupted with force one after another, pressing the sharp blade against the opponent.

Silver Dust retreated, his realm reflecting back to the dead end, and a fiery "squire" was gesturing to the black-clad men who surrounded him. That person, whose strength is stronger than Beacon City, is willing to be an attendant, and this alone is enough to arouse Yinchen's vigilance.

Not to mention the volume of papers full of organs in his hand.

The sound of the scimitar unsheathed shook Silver Dust's eardrums, and silver sword light surrounded him from all directions, like a killing storm. Silver Dust's body swayed to the left and right, and the last of its flaming and blood-spurting palms sent out a last force, pressing hard against the side of the wave blade, directing the mountain of fiery power to the side. Silver Dust's footsteps seemed to be messily staggered between square inches, and his pure white figure was like a disembodied shadow, dodging and moving in the ten thousand arrays of knives, and he had to dodge the siege of 12 people with his own strength.

It was impossible to completely dodge these knife lights, and Silver Dust could only reduce the damage in his actions. The blades that burst with silver-blue light still slashed at him one after another, and no blood splattered, not at all, for the gods on his body were crowned and remained motionless.

The golden shield-shaped aura always surrounded him, like the glittering faith of a pure white believer. The pure white slender figure was like a demon shadow, and after a few short dodges, he escaped from the gap in the encirclement that suddenly cracked.

Blood finally splattered out, but it was a black figure that fell. A short ice spear pierced through his chest, and clusters of icy spikes were bursting out of the ice spear one after another, looking like clusters of blood-red steel needles, and the shattered heart was picked on the tip of the spear, twitching weakly, while spurting out a small amount of blood, a large amount of true red blood spurted out of the large hole in the man's chest, forming a dazzling red fountain.

"Don't think that if I can't summon the Ice Sword, I'm not a qualified prince. The deep voice wore out in the wind, and huge ice spikes rose from all over the frost-shrouded courtyard, brutally tearing through the wind, piercing through the flesh and blood, and cutting off the bone marrow. The tip of the blue-white ice thorns, most of them are holding a broken heart that is still beating and steaming a little, the ice thorns are like knives, the sharp edges cut through the skin and blood, the ice light is like a curse, those blue-white reflections are actually controlled by the pure white magician for the second time because they are [light], and they condensed into entities in mid-air, turning into a killing lightsaber, falling down, and penetrating into the splattered blood rain again.

The black-clothed warrior flickered with difficulty in the sudden explosion of the Ice Lotus, narrowly avoiding the murderous ice blades. Almost every one of the heavily armored defensive warriors was pierced through the chest by an ice sword, brutally gouging out their hearts, bleeding and wailing and falling into the blood all over the ground. The small courtyard had turned into a crimson pool of blood at this moment, and nearly 45 people had returned to Huangquan under such an "ordinary magic" of Silver Dust. However, the fighting will not stop because of such a large number of casualties. (To be continued.) )