The white light on Yinchen's body slowly extinguished for some reason. Although the silver robe www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion was tattered, there was no trace of blood to be found, and his silver-colored right arm had been restored to its original state. At this time, he looked like a fancy dress wearing half a robe on the left half of his body, and the robe full of tears and holes was temporarily draped on his body, which did not affect the nobility of his birth in the slightest.

Liu Dequan secretly praised in his heart for no reason: "What a handsome appearance", and he was secretly jealous of how the Southern Empire was full of such handsome characters, only the northern country was full of ugly women and people. He hunched his body, his knees slowly moved outward, the strength of his whole body was almost completely precipitated between his waist and legs, and the Gang Qi shield of the mad Luo Xiang Chong was buckled down like a bell, even the upper of his shoes was covered, it was simply natural, and it was really more difficult to deal with than a turtle shell.

"This is what the rivers and lakes call 'no flaws'?" Yinchen asked suddenly, his question didn't seem to be from Liu Dequan, but to Yue Sydney and Sakura Shixuan.

"I'm not very proficient in seeing people's weaknesses, and I have magic skills in my hands, so I always use an axe to greet directly, or throw a few poisonous needles with a cold man, where can I manage so much?" Sakura Shixuan said first, he really didn't see any weaknesses in this old man.

"Jue Luo is famous for rushing to the world, not seeking to attack and defend with all his might, similar to the magic skills of Buddhism's "Golden Bell Jar", Mr. Yinchen, you can also see the blue Gangqi bell body, there is indeed no weakness at all, if it is an ordinary person, there may still be some gaps in the Gangfeng, but this ......" Yin Xueli patiently explained to Yinchen, she is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and knows most of the magic skills in the world, like "Crazy Luo Chong" The only flaw of such a magic skill is probably that the movement speed is too slow, if there were not so many people surrounding them, Yin Xueli would definitely not hesitate to pull the silver dust and escape. If you want to fight, then you have to have the strength of the five ways first!

She was explaining, but was interrupted by Yinchen: "His Gangfeng is in the shape of a bell, not a ball, don't you cultivators never think of breaking through from under your feet?" he asked, feeling the gazes cast behind him become strange, as if everyone thought his question was idiotic. Indeed, the wind attribute Gangfeng has always rotated horizontally, and there has never been any magic skill that can be cultivated to protect the soles of the feet and crotch, and can only defend the five directions of the front and back, left and right, and the top of the head, for thousands of years.

"But, sir, how should we attack from under the dirt? Those of us who practice divine skills are born at odds with the soil, and we don't have the means of those gods to burrow into the ground anyway?, should we dig a tunnel now?" Yin Xueli asked rhetorically, and this sentence made Yinchen speechless, and even his face turned slightly red. Only then did he realize that he had used the thinking of a mage to think about the problem again, how could a samurai who studied melee combat have no ability to cast spells at all, so how could they control the ground under the enemy's feet to attack upwards through the air? Even if they wanted to get into the enemy's feet, they had to break through the enemy's wind first.

Yinchen shook his head with a wry smile, and at the same time saw Liu Dequan's face with a frightened and disbelieving expression. "You also thought of it, right?" Yinchen said coldly, every word of his voice sounded like a sword stabbed by a master of weakness: "Even if I can't control the soil, but I can control the ice and snow, do you think it's a good idea to grow a three- or four-meter-long icicle from under your feet and penetrate your stomach?" he said, snapping his fingers again.

"The cold of deep snow. An icicle rose silently, as fast as lightning from the ice under Liu Dequan's feet, Liu Dequan's face changed, he didn't care how ugly he would fall, and suddenly slashed towards the ground with a sword, only to hear a soft sound of glass breaking, and the icicles summoned by Silver Dust were easily broken by him, but at the same moment, more icicles still came out of the ground one after another-

Until the blood splashed, an icicle pierced Liu Dequan's calf, no matter how powerful the Gangfeng warrior was, there was no way to defend against the attack from directly below. This also illustrates the advantages of earth attribute power over wind attribute power from the side. If Silver Dust is an earth-based magician, then he can now claim to be invincible in the world, of course, all this is if, even if he sees the power of the earth attribute in this world, it is also the power of support and defense. On the Wind Source Continent, no one has ever been able to summon a ground thorn to kill an opponent.

Sharp ice spikes pierced Liu Dequan's calves, but at the same time they were shattered by the wind he sent out casually, Liu Dequan flashed towards the ground without ice at the same time as Yinchen read the words "Deep Snow Cold", at that moment the breath on his body changed dramatically, he no longer urged "Crazy Luo to Chong", but urged a real threat to Yinchen, increasing speed and move skills.

"Someone, hand over the sword!" he shouted to the ironclad soldiers around him, and soon several people courteously presented their swords, although Liu Dequan got a sword instead of a sword, but he was not the slightest dissatisfied, and handed the broad-edged sword in his hand to an ironclad soldier for safekeeping, and replaced it with a double sword.

He rushed towards the madness, his speed increased sharply more than doubled, and his body almost turned into a blue-black shadow, and he instantly killed in front of Silver Dust, and the silver-white magician was not afraid, and stretched out his hand to meet the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws. As a legendary master, Yinchen is far inferior to Liu Dequan in terms of the condensation strength of the four realms, but any of his spells are soaked with all kinds of unbelievable powers, or rules.

Even if he can't defeat the strong enemy in front of him, he can still weaken him and limit him, as a legendary saint mage, especially a dark legendary master, he has a soft spot for AOE, but he is not only proficient in AOE.

The hallmark of the Dark Legend Master is the curse known as DOT.

The claws of the light swung 37 times in a row, and the sharp blades on the index and middle fingers also broke 37 times at the same time, and the silver dust fought and retreated, and a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth flashed away. Liu Dequan seemed to have the upper hand, and almost poked Yinchen's throat with the tip of his knife several times, but he always used his rather clever body technique to move left and right, refusing to approach. The old man's whole body was covered with cold and hard wind, no matter what kind of claw method Yinchen used to attack him, it was impossible to penetrate the thick invisible storm around him, let alone hurt him in the slightest, but on the two scimitars in his hands, 74 thin and raw gaps appeared in each of them, and the blade that was originally shining with iron color was now as broken as a jagged tooth. Silver Dust's magic couldn't pierce the wind of someone stronger than himself, but it was enough to destroy most of the weapons made of metal or wood at this time, and except for the coldest metals such as Cold Water Dark Iron and some forms of jade, there was no material that could resist his Holy Light Hundred Claws.

The Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws fused with the Great Incineration Technique, the light emitted, but the attributes were closer to fire, and the golden-colored light contained not solemn justice, nor the rules of explosion and incineration, but simple high temperature.

On his hands, there was a condensation of a high temperature of about 10,000 degrees, or maybe just about 10,000 degrees, but he didn't realize it. The sharp golden claws were probably an extremely sharp blade in his mind, but he didn't know that whenever he reached out his hands forward, the old man on the other side instinctively retreated—he couldn't stand the heat.

The ice under his feet has been completely sublimated and clean, and even the melting process has been directly omitted. "Someone! Prepare your sword! Prepare your weapons quickly!" The opponent in front of Yinchen, while anxiously naming Leng his subordinates, made the swordsmanship of his hands more and more like a short-circuited turbine, and the blue-blue cold air and wind had already rotated into a longitudinal storm in front of the old man, trying in vain to block Yinchen's glowing hands with high-frequency slashing. However, with the next ten rounds of fighting, the double knives in the old man's hands still broke apart one by one unwillingly, melting into molten iron before they landed.

Broken blade claws, terrifying.

The unscathed old man hurriedly stepped back and took two brand-new blades from the onlookers. He held a scimitar used by the northern cavalry in one hand, took a deep breath, spit it out slowly, and then said in a very solemn tone: "The old man is annoyed, one move will determine the victory!" His tone seemed to have the confidence of winning the ticket, but he knew in his heart that winning was certain, but even if he could win, he must be completely embarrassed.

The opponent in front of him has no way to break through his own defense, and there is no way to defend against his own attack, which Liu Dequan is absolutely sure. The trouble is that every time this silver-haired boy makes a move, it will have a lot of adverse effects on his attack, his hands can melt his weapons, his cold ice can greatly slow down his movements, his flames can cause fires, block the way forward, and even make his gang wind unstable, these can make the old man's attack be delayed to varying degrees, as for what other means he has not revealed, Liu Dequan does not know, and he has no confidence to know.

"A little deflated third who doesn't even have the realm of Peiyuan, has not been injured by the old man for the second time since he fought until now?!Where is there such a truth in the world?" Liu Dequan muttered angrily, and a pair of yellow and cloudy eyes burst out with a sharp look like an eagle falcon, locking on the opponent's vital point. His hands slowly rose up from both sides of his body, and the two scimitars he held in his hands crossed the trajectory of two semi-circular arcs in the air, and on those two tracks, layers of sword qi emanated, and actually condensed into two gear-like void sword shadows in the air, he held the knife, but used the path of the sword.

The blue-green wind suddenly stopped moving, condensing in the air like some kind of heavy cold mist. In the air within 3 meters around the old man, a large amount of water vapor was condensed, and soft water droplets appeared in the air, forming a thin cold mist. Behind the old man, a virtual image of a blue-green sun slowly emerged, and the two rows of sword shadows beside him happened to be the corona of the blue sun.

"The weakness of this magic skill is behind it!" Yin Xueli saw through the old man's tricks at a glance, and immediately reminded him. Silver Dust nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, but at this moment, his eyes were full of catastrophic snow.

He lazily reached out his right hand and sent out half of the claws of the Holy Light. He tried to exude an aura of poor donkey skills all over his body, so that he could deceive this annoying opponent again. What about the Merge Path? What about the cold mist and remnant sun? Under the earth-shattering blow he was about to launch, all the fighting was nothing but vain.

Liu Dequan finished accumulating momentum, his two hands fanned down like the wings of a big bird, and the sword shadow condensed by Gangfeng also rotated around him like some kind of spell with his movements, turning into two gear-like air blades in opposite directions. The old man's feet were forced, and his body rushed towards the silver dust quickly like a ghost, so he didn't even want to break the defense in a staggered way, and he threw himself up directly.

The old man's hands, as he did just now, fanned repeatedly, and his left and right hands used two identical sword skills, which were similar to butterfly strokes, looked weird, but it was also very terrifying when thinking about it, because when the average samurai made a move, he used most of his body's strength and muscle strength to push one hand and one foot, and in the face of two scimitars that were cut at the same time, he often took care of one or the other when parrying, and it was difficult to be thorough, unless his enemy was equipped with a shield.

Yinchen watched the old man rush over for the last time, watching him easily break through to a distance of 1.5 meters from him. He raised his right hand in the air, the light was restrained, the blade disappeared, the silver fingers converged into the palm, clenched his fist, and at the same time, the very smooth lines of the muscles on the arm also contracted mana, pushing his fist out by 5 centimeters.

In the next instant, the heavens and the earth changed color.

Time and space are separated, the world is shattered, everything between heaven and earth suddenly loses its color, the sun, moon and stars are recovered one after another, rivers, lakes and seas are turned into steam one after another, mountains and valleys are shattered into ashes, and the earth of the emperor and queen is cracked into countless cracks. At that moment, it seemed that everything in the world had disappeared, and there was only such a fist left in the world, such a straight fist that had been obediently separated from eternity all the way.

"Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist!"

The huge pillar of golden light with a diameter of one meter, like the 1000 mm antimatter nuclear fusion cannon firing, emitted a terrifying power that shook the heavens and the earth, and with one punch, Liu Dequan was blasted out of the encirclement built by the ironclad male soldiers, and into the stone wall of the prison that was still burning with flames and was covered with ice at this time. In the next second, a soaring golden pillar of fire lit up the entire city, as if the explosion of a miniature strategic nuclear weapon made a terrifying loud noise, and even made the moat around the city and the section of the Black Blood River Blood Yang City, which was still melting ice and snow, boil at the same time, and the huge explosion sound could be heard clearly even by the surrounding towns a few miles away. After the huge explosion of light, it was a shock wave that swept through everything, and that terrifying power even Sakura Shixuan couldn't resist, if it weren't for the silver dust casually supporting a large range of gods to crown, I was afraid that several of them would have to fly into the air like those ironclad soldiers, helplessly flying into the distance. After the shock wave, there was a mushroom-shaped black cloud rising into the sky, and the red fireball rolling in the black cloud made Yin Xueli very worried about whether the entire city would be set on fire directly. (To be continued.) )