Of course not, he was so risky just so that he could actually knock the old guy off. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the Sky Splitting Holy Flame Claw had just attacked, Silver Dust was still thinking about seizing the moment when Zhang Defu lost Gangfeng's protection, but at this time, this opportunity no longer existed. In addition to being stalemate with Zhang Defu now, he only has one option to give up attacking, but once he lets go of his hand and retreats, then Zhang Defu, who has freed up the distance to use his spear technique, is not something that Yinchen can easily block, because he no longer has a heartbroken cold flame to break Zhang Defu's gangfeng, and it is impossible to easily recast his old trick to block his footsteps.

Heartbreaker Flame can break the Gangfeng, but it can't penetrate the Gangfeng, so it is only effective if it is pierced by other moves.

And it is not an easy thing to penetrate the body protection gang wind of a 2-fold master. For Silver Dust, it is an ingenious work that requires skill and the law of restraint.

Gangfeng, the power of the wind attribute, after the change of the sky, the types of Gangfeng have become very numerous, and the strengths and weaknesses of each type of Gangfeng are completely different. The Gangfeng that exudes cold air can effectively block the flames, but it can't stand the colder Xuanbing, the Gangfeng that exudes heat, can easily melt the icicles, but it can't deal with the burning of the flames, the ghost-like chaotic and violent Gangfeng is difficult to resist the threat of pure mechanical rigidity, and the Gangfeng with a corrosive and poisonous aura is always defeated in the face of divine power, as for this heavy and very heavy Gangfeng in the hands of the old man Zhang Defu, in fact, what he is most afraid of is a more violent and arrogant physical collision.

Let's talk about the jet-black fist blade that appeared on Yinchen's left hand at this time.

The dark brown hammer-like wind condensed in the old man's free left hand, and every beard on the old man's face stood completely upright because he had separated the second wind, and his hair stood up like a mad demon. While maintaining the furious wind output on his right hand, he quietly moved a little closer to Yinchen, and when a cold light appeared in his yellow eyes, he thought he had punched unexpectedly.

As everyone knows, all of this is calculated by Silver Dust.

The iron fist of the Storm of Steel, which was wrapped in dark brown and came from the orthodox power of the Five Books of the Dark Throne, accidentally collided with a black, blunt-headed fist blade. An extremely dull thump erupted in the air. It was as if two 10,000-ton freighters collided at full speed. In the next second, a terrifying white shock wave that was purely physical rigidity shattered the black fist shadow, dispersed the brown whirlwind, and spread out like some kind of thermobaric weapon, unreasonably knocking down Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun behind Yinchen, forcing Sakura Shixuan back, and then smashed the doors of the six cells around him that were composed of brass locks and entire iron pillars, shattering into a mass of metal elbows that could not be seen at all. The loud noise almost shook the entire prison, and one after another exclamations came from all directions, making Wen Lu Ying and the three of them have bitter expressions on their faces. "It looks like it's exposed. This is the truest thought of the three of them at the moment.

And Zhang Defu has disappeared at this moment.

At the same time as he punched, Silver Dust's Demon Cry Slash Fist had already blasted out one step ahead, as the first punch between heaven and earth, the Demon Cry Slash Fist had become the unimaginable extreme in the inner world in terms of tentacle speed and combo speed. For a second, Silver Dust didn't know how many punches he had thrown, he only knew that the spear he was holding in his right hand was not even lucky enough to turn into liquid after a second, and turned directly into steam.

And Zhang Defu had already flown out of the big hole behind him far away, and fell among the soldiers who heard the news and went out to surround the prison on a rainy night.

Demon Crying Slash Fist, if you talk about absolute attack power, it can only be regarded as a more powerful move of Silver Dust, but if you talk about speed and mechanical impact, it is absolutely unimaginably terrifying.

Even if there is a trace of cold, heat, and poison in the old man's Gangfeng, it may dissolve the powerful power of the Demon Crying Slash Fist, just like the tip of a red-hot knife to stab the solid Xuan Bing, but the old man's Gangfeng only uses heavy strength, and the texture of the metal is the power to win by relying entirely on mechanical thrust and impact, and this power does nothing in front of the Demon Cry Slash Fist.

The power of Zhang Defu's punch is enough to describe the huge force of a 10,000-ton hydraulic press, but the terrifying violence in Yinchen's Demon Cry Slash Fist is as desperate as a million-ton aircraft carrier running over head-on.

Zhang Defu was beaten away, but a large number of ironclad soldiers then jumped in through the broken copper on the wall. Not only Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun, but even Ying Shixuan was a little nervous, after all, after the sky changed, "siege" became the word that the world's martial artists were most reluctant to touch. "It doesn't matter what you're doing, it's better to form a defense first. At this time, Sakura Shixuan said a happy word very unhappily, of course, it was also the truth. The military can only be opposed by the army, and the era of a single person against the military has long been an internal past. The confrontation between military forces is not only about strength, but also about the number of people and the degree of cooperation.

Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun both nodded when they heard Ying Shixuan's words, and stood silently beside him, standing in an almost straight horizontal line, and at the same time, the three of them fused with the other two as much as possible, turning into a thick barrier like a city wall. A simple three-talent army is complete. According to the Five Books of Evil Dark Kingship, any military strength has a "direction", and an army can only have one direction, and the opposite direction is the weakness of the military situation. The army composed of the three of them is naturally in front of them, and the back has become their weakness, so the three of them dare not exert their full strength, and they must maintain a certain strength and spirit to deal with the attack from the rear.

In front of them, 21 ironclad soldiers rushed in with a hula, and with a bang, they put on a strong military posture of the Seven Seas, and every three people in the Seven Seas Seat became three talents of their own, and as soon as such an army was formed, a storm rose from the ground, and the heavy pressure belonging to the army spread out, which was by no means something that any single person could resist.

The Sancai Formation, Nanamiza, the confrontation between 3 people and 21 people unfolded silently. Under the rules of heaven, no one can defeat the crowd with one, but it is not impossible to use less to many. The confrontation between the forces is based on the consideration of comprehensive factors such as numbers, cultivation, cooperation, change of formation, weak point attack, etc., and it is often difficult to predict the outcome of the battle. What's more, with the strength of the army, with the cooperation of the three of them, even if they can't "defeat" everyone, they can still split a gap in the thousands of troops and horses and highlight the encirclement.

After the 21 soldiers came in, they put on a military posture and slowly advanced, and there was no need for more people, because the Yongdao only used such a small width, and it was impossible to put a larger military momentum at all. The hand-to-hand battle between the 3 and 21 men was about to start. Whether it is the other party's 3-heavy soldier or Sakura Shixuan, they are even preparing a declaration or two of going to war.

It's just that among them, there is a lonely figure.

"Brother Yinchen, hurry up!" Wen Qingsong couldn't help but shout anxiously when he saw that Yinchen was actually standing in front of the 21 wolf-like northern soldiers. One person cannot resist the military force, not any military force. If Yinchen is willing to retreat and form the "Four Elephants" army with them, the probability of breaking out of the encirclement will be greatly increased, because the power of the Four Elephants and the Three Talents is not the same, not to mention the strength of the Silver Dust itself, looking at the rivers and lakes, it can be regarded as a leader, right?

Silver Dust didn't listen to him, and his feet didn't even move. Yinchen knows that if he is an invalid mage, he will never be able to integrate into any military situation, and to integrate into the military situation, he needs to let his Gangfeng and his teammates' Gangfeng merge with each other, but where did he come from Gangfeng as a mage?

From beginning to end, he had to live as a mage and fight with the professionalism of a mage. Magicians, at all times, are synonymous with one enemy and ten thousand, "I am alone with thousands of people", not their rhetoric, but their law of survival.

Silver dust, his strength is never the strongest, the legendary master's personal combat power is not too distracted, gritting his teeth and stomping his feet to make a trick is just a coincidence, there is still a considerable distance from returning to the void, not to mention Jin Dan, not to mention the Yuan Baby, not to mention the unknowable stronger realm above the Yuan Baby, but his battles have always been the most shocking, facing hundreds of distractions, thousands of gases, ten thousand people, 100,000 pei yuan, even if the Yuan Infant Great Perfection or even the thunder god ghost god has long transcended the "monk" The ancient existence of the realm can only walk in embarrassment under the current heavenly rules, and even have no way out, only silver dust, which has always been a thousand armies and marching forward bravely.

Legendary mage, in the face of millions of armor, he still dares to enter and exit seven times, let alone twenty people!

Looking at the Nanamiza army that could only slowly advance in small steps in order to maintain the army's momentum and not suddenly collapse. Yinchen smiled, his smile was not much arrogant and presumptuous, but full of mockery and disdain. He raised a hand as if mechanically, and whispered a spell.

That's all he did in the face of a 21-man army.

"Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon!"

......

One man, one spell, repel an army.

Although such things have been happening a lot in the past 5 years. Whether it was the siege team sent by Feng Lieshan, or the steel torrent of the puppet sect, or the cannibalistic dojo of the Zhenghuanggang cult, they had all retreated in a hurry under a brave silver-white figure, like a group of rats chased by a tanuki, but this kind of thing was not an easy thing for any warrior who practiced divine skills to establish a life and used Gangfeng as a combat resource. Just like now, the three people who put on the posture of the three talents and fused their respective Gangfeng together, facing the charred corpses all over the ground 5 meters in front of them, facing the increasingly fierce fire that is about to become a disaster, and facing the lonely and noble silver back in the firelight, except for being in a daze, there is nothing else to say.

Silver Dust slowly turned around, and his back turned into a golden-red halo emitted from the skyrocketing fire, which was plated on his long silver hair, silver right fist, and silver robe, showing his unearthly coldness. The silver robe swayed slightly in the orange-red hot wind, and anxious shouts such as "Help!" often came behind him, which further exaggerated the invisible oppressive force of cold and silence in the air around him.

The pupils of Sakura Shixuan's eyes dilated, almost losing focus, until Silver Dust turned around, until the pair of white silver pupils stared at him coldly and calmly, until the shouts such as "Go to the water! Go and inform the adults!" in the distance, and slowly brought a desperate cry into the middle of the shouts, which made him come back to his senses, and suddenly tightened his black pupils with a little green in them, and suddenly found himself maintaining a rather unlucky and somewhat funny posture. At the moment, he was holding two scrapped curved swords that looked like they could be rebuilt, posing as a general facing a strong enemy, and he was stunned in the middle of the corridor, and at the end of the corridor behind him, outside the big hole, countless panicked white shadows flashed leisurely, but no one had the time to come in and take a look.

Sakura Shixuan hurriedly put down his hand, a little nervous and a little overwhelmed looking at the silver-white boy in front of him, he knew that his cultivation was much higher than the other party, and he knew that he should put on a stand of a senior master in front of him, but in his heart, the instinct of his body rejected such a point of view, and still honestly controlled his muscles with fear, his actions and his words, and even his thoughts and strategies.

"What do you want to ......" he opened his mouth to ask about the purpose of the silver boy's appearance, but he couldn't bother to think about the boy's strange appearance.

"Get you out, you see, in fact, that Beichen Star didn't plan to let you go, did he?" Yinchen said softly, and then he turned to Lu Qingyun and said, "Go and see if there is a key in the torture room?" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard cheers and praises from the cell.

"Do you even know the North Star?" Sakura Shixuan took a step back nervously, the person in front of him, judging from the breath alone, let alone saying anything about the heavy qi or distraction, even Peiyuan didn't reach the first heavy, but seeing his performance in the face of the military situation just now, Sakura Shixuan couldn't even convince himself that he was a human being, a human who could be measured by the normal cultivation realm!

So he was afraid, he was timid, he was relieved. As a demon, as an evil demon, and as the former chief disciple of the Demon Pavilion, he knew that the first meaning of living was not to be crazy, not to show the slightest arrogance in front of people who were stronger than himself, and therefore, when he said that sentence, there was a trace of respect in his voice.

"I know everything, I know even more that tonight, between you and me, there is no reason to do anything with each other, whether it is your mission, the little light in your heart, and the purpose of the three of us here, in short, everything is based on rescuing Miss Yin Xueli from this prison, without this foundation, everything is empty talk, as for going out, I will give you a fair ...... Please forgive me for not being able to do justice to the Devil's Chamber, because you're not a Devil's Chamber......" (To be continued.) )