The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and a huge black shadow flew out from Silver Dust's fist with a low whistling sound. The shadow of the fist www.biquge.info Pen & Fun & Pavilion has almost no discernible shape, as if it is a shadow in the sun, a shadow that can fly. That fist shadow completely enveloped the old man of the Demon Wing Pavilion in front of him, and in the next second, he was torn in half by a pair of withered and festering hands, and the solemn pressure that always rolled behind the shadow did not affect the old man at all.

In the next second, the old man's left hand almost reached Yinchen's throat.

The gray-black ghost hand suddenly stopped, less than an inch from Silver Dust's throat, only 2.5 centimeters to be exact.

Yinchen's right hand pinched the old man's wrist, which was different from the palm like a chicken's claw, the old man's wrist was thick and round, and it was completely the wrist of a master who had practiced magic skills all his life, such a wrist was not at all something that Yinchen could resist with the strength of an eleven-year-old liberal arts boy, even if Yinchen's five fingertips were all infused with the continuous Shadow Arrow Finger Cannon, it would not be of any use. Silver Dust's shadow arrow can emit a thrust of 10,000 tons, and the Demon Crying Slash Fist is about 5,000 tons at most, and a peerless powerhouse who has achieved great cultivation skills, his arm strength is about a million tons, and pulling out the mountain is not an adjective for them at all, that is the truest description.

Wei Wuliang is not a peerless powerhouse, but his hands are a pair of peerless powerhouses, and this kind of thing is not comparable to ordinary divine soldiers.

At this moment, Yinchen felt that his right hand was like the mantis arm of the car, and the arm of the old man opposite was like a gantry crane on the Yangtze River wharf. After being amazed by the terrifying strength of the old man's anti-heaven level, a deep sense of powerlessness hit his heart, and he knew that the old man didn't need to stretch out his other hand, and the next moment would be his end.

"Unwillingly! obviously he still has so much strength that he hasn't invoked......" This is Yinchen's truest thought at this time, compared to being knocked down by Sanyuan poison twice, he feels that this kind of death is really aggrieved. He is a mage, a mage who can be invincible as long as there is a distance, but he was killed by a warrior in close quarters, which can be considered a shame for any mage, right?

His unwillingness, his despair, and his struggle were all transmitted to Wei Wuliang's pure black eyes through his delicate silver-white pupils. Yinchen's eyes annoyed Wei Wuliang, because the old man had killed too many people, and almost everyone had such eyes before they died.

"Don't struggle!" the old man whispered, too much emotion rolling in his deep voice. Relief, guilt, self-denial, self-anesthesia, twisted anger, the sorrow of the end of prosperity, the helplessness of the body, and the extravagant hope for the future life and the rapidly expanding ambition like self-deception, made his voice tremble slightly, approaching the fingers of the boy's throat, and he couldn't help but pause.

After this one, he lost the opportunity to kill with one blow.

The pain did not come clearly at first. The first thing Mr. Wei Wuliang felt was a wave of heat from his wrist that was difficult for him to handle. With the sound of Yinchen shouting almost like a dying struggle: "Great Incineration Technique!", he felt a sharp pain penetrating the bone marrow from his wrist, followed by severe pain and spasms in his entire arm, skin adhesions, bones melting, and muscle incineration, Wei Wuliang had no choice but to give up the attack, and quickly mobilized all the vitality in his body to extinguish the fire, repair the wound, and disperse the fire poison. As a living person, even if he is a great monk of the Hedao realm, the most instinctive reaction to the third-degree burn is to retreat, that is, to leave the heat source, Wei Wuliang is not exempt from vulgarity, he retreated, he retreated in front of a young man in the realm of Qi Transformation as a master of the Hedao realm.

He retreated, but Silver Dust retreated faster than him, and in the battle with this old man of the Demon Pavilion, Silver Dust didn't dare to let the arcane magic on his body speed up and stop. The magician's body flashed, and he was already five meters away. He raised his hand, this time he must not give the old man of the Demon Wing Pavilion any chance to get close.

Silver Dust silently stretched out the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of his left hand, and the fingertips lit up with seemingly ordinary orange-red light, and in the next second, with the sound of the spell of "Flying Dragon Strike Thief Flame Cannon", countless fierce karmic fires erupted from the three fingers.

This time, he no longer underestimated his opponent, and treated the old man as the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life, and the Flying Dragon Strike Thief Flame Cannon was continuously launched in the form of area magic, like a concentrated blow from a group of rocket artillery, and the barrage was full of fire and flames.

It was a large fireball that was close to infinite bursts, but it was not an ordinary fireball spell or a fire burst magic. Wei Wuliang reacted after taking a step back, and was annoyed and embarrassed by being played by a junior student like this, so he simply threw away the little bit of conscience and entanglement in his heart, and single-mindedly used his unique method of avoiding all hidden weapons to rush over, and single-mindedly wanted to kill this kid who was a headache for anyone in the Demon Pavilion.

Large fireballs swept past him, and the distance between him and Silver Dust quickly shortened to less than two meters. He didn't notice that those fireballs exploded one after another not far behind him, and the flames rolled back like ocean waves, and although they were temporarily blocked by his protective qi, they also surrounded him and Silver Dust.

"Don't struggle for nothing!" shouted the old man as he raised his voice and stretched out his hands again with lightning speed, this time he would not hesitate, he would not think of anything else, he would kill Silver Dust cleanly, and put an end to all this tragedy and suffering.

Only to be believable, this time all he saw was Silver Dust's spell-like smile.

It was true that the fireballs did not hit the old man, and they passed by one after another, but that did not mean that the fireballs shot by Silver Dust were useless. In fact, from the moment he stretched out his three fingers for the second time, he didn't expect the fireball to hit the opponent in front of him at all.

The large fireballs with a diameter of one meter swelled and exploded one after another after being dodged by the old man, instantly turning into a range magic Flame Sun Hell with a seal and continuous burning characteristics. In the spell reconstruction after the recent poisoning incident, the spell position that absorbed the complete Burning Sun Hell and the Phantom Dragon Zhengang magic can be switched between the three forms of fireball, Fire Hell and Fire Dragon, and the Great Incineration magic, which completely absorbs the spell bit of the Doomsday Judgment, can create a huge torrent of flames in an instant. The changes in these magic have become the greatest reliance for Holy Mage Yinchen to cross the two great realms at this moment and leapfrog against Wei Wuliang. (To be continued.) )