She knew what that poisonous smoke was at a glance, it was the biggest cover door in her life, a disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect, and a curse that she couldn't get rid of at all - the dragon slaying poison lan.

She threw herself into the woman's arms, but the woman let out a frightened scream: "Be careful of the crossbow arrows!" and then followed the impact brought by Du Wuxin's forward pounce, and suddenly withdrew more than thirty meters.

After that, the woman temporarily lost Gangfeng because she retreated in the battle, but Du Wuxin didn't have a trace of Gangfeng to use because she inhaled a large amount of Dragon Slaying Poison Lan.

The two of them fell together. Where they had been standing, they were engulfed in the flash of an explosion.

It was the bed crossbow, the bed crossbow of the king of the purge.

When the first bolt was fired into the back guarded by his friends and exploded, Silverdust rose from the crater he had blasted out.

The ground of several tens of square meters around him was forcibly eliminated by more than three meters, and the entire disaster scene was bombarded by aerial bombs. The radiation of the depleted uranium bombs was still spreading around, and Silver Dust straightened up, ready to step out of the firelight to see who dared to sneak up on the True King with crossbow arrows, but suddenly heard a second explosion, and the screams and howls of the mermaids.

The merfolk were attacked by crossbow arrows, and there must have been casualties.

Silver Dust roared wildly, and two blood rays erupted from behind him, and the whole person flew out at a high speed of Mach 7, and then, in horror, he saw Prince Su's entire army on a mountain road for the first time.

Thirteen ballistas lined up in two rows, one long and one short, like field guns, fired their bolts one after the other, and as he arrived, a third bolt was flying towards him.

Silver Dust didn't want to blast out with a punch, a huge fiery red fist burst out in the air, directly blasting the crossbow arrow, but the gunpowder tied to the crossbow arrow also exploded, and a huge wave of qi swept him away and almost fell into the abyss.

He quickly adjusted his posture with a somersault, and flew back with full power, at this time, the fourth crossbow arrow had just left the crossbow string.

"Damn!" Yinchen scolded, and could only swing his fist again, at this time, the Demon Crying Slash Fist in its peak form showed its drawbacks - he couldn't use any tricks except the Demon Cry Slash Fist.

Facing the barrage of crossbow arrows, Silver Dust's eyes lit up with cold, and the snow swirled deep into the pupils. He drove the speed to Mach 7, and rushed straight down from the oblique angle, turning his entire body into a supersonic missile.

His purpose is very clear, that is, to use his speed and strength to force the momentum of the crossbow arrows and explosions, and then explode the crossbow arrows and plant them directly into the crowd below.

At that time, he was left to her choice whether he disarmed his status and returned to the mage's combat instinct or continued to play melee combat in this power armor, instead of passively accepting as he did now.

He hit a crossbow arrow with one punch, only to watch as another bolt flew past him.

"Damn! Calculated by these bastards!" the force of the explosion was finally suppressed by him, and his body staggered a little as he flew towards the enemy group. Through the battlefield observation system, he heard the sound of knives drawn one after another below.

"Remove the Immortal Emperor Shura Body, and cut the criss-fire ghost with both hands!"

The darkness receded, and a silvery-white figure suddenly appeared in the air. The wind lifted his sleeves, revealing a pair of crimson claws, which were ten fingertips that emitted red flames up to three meters long.

He swung his four claws in succession.

Before he landed on the mountain, the overlapping cross flames landed first, and the huge tic-tac-toe flames erupted on the mountain road, and large fireballs rose into the air, blasting the stairs on the mountain road into flying rubble, and the shadows of demon beasts floated in the crimson flames, devouring the lives of ironclad soldiers like hungry beasts. Many people only had time to let out a scream before they were engulfed in the flames, and when the fire was extinguished, only a pile of ashes remained.

However, the four intersecting flames did not shake the queue of the ballistas, and the ballistas arranged with double injuries were actually connected by the northerners with chains, and the crissian ghost cut that could only shake a few ballistas could not shake the entire convoy at all. Several ballistas were shaken off the ground by flames and explosions, only to be pulled back into place by the criss-crossing chains. The thick cold iron armor laid on the ballista also made ordinary flames powerless, and the big fireball engulfed the ballista, but it was immediately extinguished, revealing the huge black figure of the ballista.

Silver Dust finally landed, and when his feet stepped on the blackened and dusty rock slope, what flashed in his mind was the white bones under the rock formations in the rocks.

At that moment, he burned all over his body, and his hands turned into a double, death's hook and sickle under the traction of the Demon Crying Slash Fist.

Of course, at this time, he had fully understood that there was no so-called god of death in this Gangfeng world, because death and hell were just one of the powers held by ghosts and gods.

The one who ferried on the River Styx was the one who duel Thor's on the primordial sea. The Grim Reaper in this world has no scythe, only a pair of black-bodied hands that harvest life.

The moment Yinchen poked out his claws, his hands were the "hook and sickle" that harvested life.

It's just that at this time, his hands are silver and red, and his ten fingers have already turned into murderous orange red, and when his fingers stab at the iron armor and hold the blade, a bright flame emerges from the contact point, directly melting the iron armor and the blade.

He was surrounded by enemies. Countless two-handed heavy swords and northern long knives slashed at him. Waves of wind and thunder with a slight icy meaning erupted, like a cold wind on the grasslands of the northern country. In the tremendous wind pressure that could blow the buffalo away, there was not much scorching heat and domineering of thunder and lightning, only the raging wind and dry cold.

The Ice Flying Rune lit up, and the silver dust froze the large amount of water suspended in the air, turning it into three ice walls, but unfortunately, the ice wall shattered in the next second.

The power of the cold wind of the northerners seems to be specially restrained by the ice wall, or rather, their Gangfeng can continue to suck the water molecules in the ice, and even the water power of the silver dust that their divine skills simply restrain is used.

After Yinchen released the freeze, he knew this result, and he was also soberly aware of the difference between the northerners' divine skills, their divine skills did not seem to be the same system as the divine skills of the Evil Dark King's power, but a bit like Zhao Lingyun's divine skills.

Yinchen's heart was slightly cold, he knew that this kind of divine skill system seemed to faintly restrain the divine cultivation of the warriors of the Southern Empire, which was why there were many masters in the rivers and lakes of the Southern Kingdom, but they were still pressed and beaten by the northerners.

The red-hot hand pierced the chain mail in a dazzling bright red, and with the sound of fried flesh and screams, one after another strong pigtailed soldiers tumbled and fell, and some even fell directly from the cliff, completely disappearing into this still darkness.

The wind has stopped. The strong winds from the explosion on the top of the mountain did not last long in this underground space where it was always night. The robe on Silver Dust's body, even as it flew with his movements, gradually drooped, just like his physical strength that was slowly becoming exhausted.

He wasn't a samurai after all, and even with the blessing of his magic powers, he would run out of strength during long periods of intense exercise.

His mana burned less than a hundredth. The Infinity Demon Crying Slash Fist turned his hands into red-hot bayonets, stabbing everyone around him like a hurricane, and then waited for them to turn into charred corpses at his feet. After entering the bodies of those northerners, the flames emitted by him swam in the blood meridians like some kind of poison, and then ignited from the depths of the five internal organs, burning the enemy through the inside out, so that all the people who were recruited were silent after screaming.

However, when his physical strength was rapidly declining and the movements of his hands gradually slowed down, a heavy sword finally broke through the hurricane of flames he had brought with both hands, and hit him directly in the chest, and the outermost layer of the immovable hegemon protected him, resisting the sharp black iron sword tip, but causing him to fly backwards for several meters. Crashed into another soldier. The soldier roared, threw down his sword, and caught Silver Dust with a bear hug.

"Oops! Locked state!" Silver Dust was shocked, and the area around his body suddenly condensed into an ice-blue water light, as well as a golden holy light. The moment the two forces fused with each other, the silver dust disappeared directly.

Light and water, synthesize space-time.

Rebel Mirror?? Lei Xiang!

This is a teleportation magic that can instantly remove any blockade, unlike the teleportation of Silver Dust, which has been solidified into energy, and can break through almost any limit. Silver Dust appeared at the top of the high mountain road, condescendingly looking at the northerners carrying the giant sword below, and clearly saw the rat tails dragging behind their heads.

It was an even uglier hairstyle than the so-called "pig tail".

The rune of light activated in Silver Dust's sleeve, but it didn't emit any light, because next to it, the black rune of darkness was also activated, Silver Dust cautiously raised his hand, and the wide sleeve swelled suddenly, and then, a series of white and bright balls of light came out of the sleeve, like a machine cannon. Those white orbs of light looked like some kind of glowing bubbles, fluttering towards the crowd of ironclad people. The first ball of light accurately hit the enemy group, but it was split in half by a brave sword led by a fierce general, and at this moment, the light exploded, turning into a huge circular storm and spreading.

The sound of explosions sounded continuously, and the violent wind was like an infinitely amplified club, brutally sweeping through the phalanx of the northerners, and actually blowing one-tenth of the people into the air, and about half of these flying people fell directly down the cliff.

At the same time, two crossbow arrows were fired at the same time.

This time, Silver Dust was not as flustered as he was just now, and he let out a sneer the moment he saw the crossbow bolts flying.

On his left hand, a golden light emitted and instantly expanded into a ball of light, and on his right hand, black mist shrouded, and dark red lightning shuttled back and forth in it, instantly emitting a huge pressure.

He put his hands on his chest when, then turned around and turned the back door to the northerners below.

He stretched out his palms diagonally upward, as if a powerful cultivator had launched some kind of immortal tribulation, and instead of shooting out any thunder and lightning from his palms, a terrifying gale was emanated.

Bound by his mana, Gale turned into a huge air bomb, like the most powerful shockwave in the world, buzzing and roaring into the sky, and then silently turned into a storm circle thirty meters in diameter.

The edge of the storm circle, only a man's height from the flat ground at the top of the mountain road, could pass below at will, but the crossbow arrows fired by the ballista could not fly so low.

The left and right boundaries and heights of the storm circle exceeded the shooting range of the ballista queue, and blocked the path of the crossbow arrows guided by inertia to the pile of friends in the silver dust on the top of the mountain, the huge storm circle is a completely magical existence, it is a strange phenomenon that cannot appear in nature, the wind speed in the storm circle has almost reached the level of Mach 6, anything that is swept into it will be torn to pieces by the turbulence, the impact of each wisp of wind is almost equivalent to a ton of steel at Mach 2 speed, and the boundary and exterior of the storm circle do not have the slightest stress, neither suction nor repulsion, it is still air。

At this moment, the entire two columns of ballista arrays were directly abolished, and the crossbow arrows that had just been shot also carried the thunder fire in the center of the storm circle to explode into a blue-white flame, and in the wind speed of Mach 5, the combustion phenomenon has become different from usual, and the carbon dioxide released in the thunder fire will actually be directly decomposed into carbon monoxide and oxygen in the strong wind and high heat, and at the same time absorb a large amount of heat, so the explosion power is instantly reduced a lot, and the gunpowder that can hurt people has also become a harmless firework.

At this time, less than ten seconds had passed since Silver Dust lifted the final form of the Demon Crying Slash Fist.

The silver-colored archmage turned around again, and at the same time as he turned around, the Jianzhou Iron Army with the tail of the money rat besieged again, but the magician was no longer as abnormal as before, and had seen through the strength and fragility of these guys.

He waved his palm very neatly, and a huge lightsaber burst out from the palm of his hand, as if the sharp blade of the god slashing the ugliness of the world cut the ten people surrounding him into twenty pieces in an instant.

In the light, there was divine power, and that power could directly disintegrate the Gangfeng, and the light carried a heat comparable to that of fire magic, and the heat just broke through the heavy chain mail, and in an instant, blood, fire, red-hot iron pieces and splashing turbulent belly intestines sprinkled all over the steep mountain road, like a blood sacrifice for the endless maiden buried under the mountain rock.

Silver Dust turned around and watched as the northerners adjusted their ballista in vain. It seemed that he wanted the bolt to fall high above the storm circle and onto the top of the mountain, but Silver Dust knew it would be in vain.

The ballista didn't have much range to adjust, and the ground full of stone steps couldn't make these heavy big guys move, even if the ballista was tied to the tall black war horses unique to the north in front of it, and the strength of people and animals was impossible to pull such a huge metal object in such a bad road condition, and Silver Dust felt that they really wanted to need a crane.