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It was like the sound of the wheels of history rolling, and like the sound of the gears of fate starting, and that sound made the soul of Silver Dust suddenly tighten.

There are ripples in the air, and there is some invisible, irresistible force in the space. That force was like a cage made of steel, imprisoning heaven and earth together. Silver Dust's body shuddered, and the movement of closing the laptop slowed down for a beat, and then he was pierced through the shoulder by an air-extinguishing arrow shot from behind. If he hadn't instinctively dodged at the last moment, he was afraid that the arrow just now would have pierced his chest.

Domain awareness is gone. At this point, Silver Dust can only observe his surroundings through his eyes and ears.

"It's a terrible feeling. He sighed to himself in frustration. The moment the seal was opened, his domain perception suddenly failed, and within the spherical field with a diameter of two hundred meters, all the senses about form, mass, and even force field disappeared, leaving only a simple spiritual connection with the elements. He couldn't feel anything other than the four elements at this time. His magic had become a crappy thing that needed eyes to aim at.

This feeling was not the first time he had experienced it, he had even experienced the truly terrifying Forbidden Demon Realm, and this little battle was nothing. He just wanted to vomit a sentence or two, but the critical situation at the moment did not allow him to be distracted by anything else.

Silver Dust didn't have time to retract the notebook into the arcane space, so he had to clip it under his armpit first. He quickly stood up and turned around to see who had attacked him, but at the moment when he stood up, three sounds of breaking the air came from far and near.

The soft purple light of the arcane acceleration lit up, and Silver Dust didn't bother to look back, and suddenly flew forward and upward, taking three steps and one step up the ladder. The seal of the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain has been lifted, and of course, the accompanying effect is to open the exit of the secret realm, and at this time, Silver Dust is rushing upwards on the ladder without hindrance, and I don't know how much better than the situation when I had to climb with my hands to barely go up a few steps about a day ago.

Dense footsteps and shouts began to sound behind him. Silver Dust didn't have time to discern it in detail, as more sounds of breaking the air converged behind him like evil spirits. Silver Dust jumped up, turned around in the air like a whirlwind, and at the same time, nine fire dragons that were only the thickness of a thumb but ten meters long suddenly burst out of his free left hand, and these long snake-like fire dragons scattered in front of Silver Dust, fiercely pounced on the source of the breaking sound - nine qi extinguishing arrows.

Each dragon was made of flames, and although it was very thin, the bloody mouth full of sharp teeth was still formidable, and each of the nine fire dragons opened their mouths, which were too large for their bodies, and bit a flying arrow in one bite. Listening to the slight sound, the Qi Extinguishing Arrow, which was invincible to all the monks, turned into a cloud of green smoke and a few drops of molten iron in the mouth of the fire dragon.

"Phantom Dragon Zhengang!" At this time, the voice of silver dust spread through the air, and his left hand was red and glowing.

Silver Dust's body lit up with a second arcane purple light, and the levitation technique activated, allowing him to levitate in the air for five seconds. His left hand quickly changed gestures, and three fingers were held out, pointing at the crowd below the ladder like the muzzles of three guns.

"Wyvern Strike Thief Flame Cannon!" his voice was unusually clear under the night sky.

The three fingers converged in turn with a true red light, and three huge fireballs roared out one after the other. The slight sound of a cannonball streak through the air was followed by three violent explosions and the panicked shouts of the people in the light of a fire at the foot of the mountain. Silver dust hit the ground, and he turned around and continued to climb the ladder at a rapid pace, forcing himself not to think about the tempting idea of opening up the realm of flames. He knew that his realm would be nothing more than a three-second illusion unless he was guided all the time.

He raced ahead, while the monks behind him fought on every stone step of the ladder. The Demon Pavilion, the Holy Water Sect, and the Sacred Water Sect have not yet been negotiated, and the scattered cultivators may not have really been forced by the Demon Pavilion, completely desperate to give up resistance. When the exit of the secret realm appeared on the zenith, all the monks in the secret realm knew for the first time that the situation had changed, and there were only three days left before the secret realm was closed. Under the pressure of treasure and survival, everyone fought for their lives, even if they were in front of a strong man who could only look up to on weekdays, these monks who were driven crazy dared not hesitate to swing their swords and smash them.

So at the foot of the quadrangular pyramid-shaped Purple Blood Fairy Mountain, on the stone steps of the Heavenly Ladder, the monks began to fight for treasures and the opportunity to leave the labyrinth. It's real hand-to-hand combat. Every monk, regardless of their realm, has embraced the Gangfeng into their weapons as much as possible in accordance with the mysteries of the Mystery Breaker, which not only increases the speed and power of the moves, but also minimizes unnecessary consumption. These monks fought hard with long swords, big swords, plates, axes and other things, there was no colorful light blooming in the gorgeous wind, there was no hideous and terrifying scene of fierce ghosts piercing through the air, only a sword and an axe, and a single move and one style of fighting. When the swords collide, it is the moment when the wind erupts, and only at this moment will thunderbolts, shadow ghosts, venom bubbles, or scripture treasure wheels erupt from the sword. Although the gorgeous scenery of the wind that was everywhere before the "Heavenly Change" is no longer visible, the fierce wind pressure raised by the monks between their gestures still makes hand-to-hand combat full of majestic and powerful beauty. Just twenty feet behind Silver Dust, two monks with similar cultivation were fighting with all their might while chasing Silver Dust. The two of them were covered with a fierce wind pressure on their long swords, and even the air around them was distorted. One of them swung his sword and slashed, the other took a parry, and two slender swords less than a finger wide collided against two strands of energy that could tear through the steel plates, and a low explosion sounded as terrifying as two battering rams colliding against each other. Both of them were pushed to the ends of the ladder by a storm, so that they could not fall down the stone steps, and were gnawed to pieces by the countless poisonous insects hidden in the dense woods. A lightning bolt and a hideous ghost figure erupted from the place where they had just fought, which looked gorgeous and strange, but what was even more amazing was that three layers of distorted air rings like shockwaves erupted around the lightning and ghost shadows, and gradually spread away with a rumbling thunder. The bodies of the two monks couldn't help but stiffen, and a layer of scorching white smoke spread from one of them, and a layer of blisters spread from the hand holding the sword to the whole body, and he himself was also burned by the scorching True Yuan and grinned. The other body twitched violently, every muscle in his body was shaking wildly, completely uncontrollable, and a twisted chaotic feeling of thirst and irritability caused the monk to open his mouth wide, his tongue sticking out of his mouth more than three inches, and fine droplets of blood leaking from his mouth. Both of them gasped slightly, relying on the vitality in their bodies to relieve the pain a little, and then they all pulled their legs up to chase Yinchen. Their figures gradually approached, and the sharp swords in their hands swung towards each other again and again with wind pressure.

The rumbling sound and the clash of swords came out in an endless stream, and the two monks gave up brute force attack by move, and switched to a competition of tricks. The mystery of breaking the mystery only played its greatest role at this time, there was no visual interference and extra time to gather energy, the swords in the hands of the two turned into silver rainbows in the sky, gorgeous and extremely dangerous entangled with each other, the sword learned, often only need the opponent to reveal a subtle flaw, you can pierce the sharp tip into it, and ask for the opponent's life. Therefore, once a monk fights a routine (continuous technique), it is often a moment of life and death, which is extremely dangerous.

Silver Dust had the computer under his armpit, the arcane light on his body getting brighter and brighter, and the pace under his feet was getting faster and faster. Arcane acceleration not only allowed him to run faster, but even increased his agility a lot. As he ran, he listened carefully to the voices behind him, judging the moves and positions of the two behind him from the sound of two sharp swords cutting through the air. Finally, Yinchen grasped the moment when the two of them were almost together, and he threw his left hand back without looking back, shooting out a blue light from his fingertips.

"Binglan Soul Lock!" he whispered a spell. (To be continued.) )