Yinchen touched his nose and didn't dare to refute. Although he did not cower somewhere, but wandered around to collect intelligence, but with the drastic attrition of the human race and the destruction of the global satellite system, the efficiency of finding information was greatly reduced, and he only heard that "those things" might be in Jinling and Xiuhang, so he rushed from Hai Song Fengchen, and the rest of the information in the rivers and lakes did not care at all.

"What's wrong with the Demon Pavilion?"

After all, he still asked, after all, the scene where Qin Cha led the three core disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion to leave, couldn't help but make Yinchen feel strange.

"Mowei Pavilion...... Lost ground in the bloody battle of the White Dragon List. The head and chief disciple have all died under a bag of poison from the Poison Dragon Sect, you can tell me, how can you establish a sect if you don't know the depth and neglect to take precautions!"

The prince did not hesitate to tell Yinchen about the ending of the Demon Pavilion, which made the latter frown tightly. The figures of the three female disciples of the Demon Pavilion, who came to mind again, were also filled with a heavy smell called conspiracy in their nostrils. Silver Dust was sure that the three women had no look of despair or true joy when they were sent out, and there was only a dark poison in their almost frozen smiles.

The Demon Pavilion, even if it is the Demon Pavilion under Sang Tianliang, is still another Poison Dragon Sect. The poison of the Demon Pavilion, no longer on the medicine stone, but in the strategy.

"The Peacock Terrace can accommodate three people, so I don't know how many smoke and willow places across the country can get out?The female disciple still dares to commit to the Qinglou, but what about the male disciple?" Yinchen didn't dare to think about it, he clearly deduced that in addition to himself, there was one or even several forces secretly converging, ready to overthrow the current deformed social structure.

"Isn't Gongzi someone left behind by the Demon Pavilion?" The prince saw that Yin Chen's face was cloudy after learning the news of the Demon Pavilion, and he seemed to be greatly stimulated, thinking of some of the news that had been faintly spread in the court in recent days, he couldn't help but feel slightly awe-inspiring in his heart, and the look of vigilance on his face was full of vigilance.

"Probably the enemy who stayed. Yinchen came back to his senses, and the expression on his face returned to his usual indifferent and cold nature. He clasped his fists and saluted the prince: "Under the silver dust, I will teach the prince how to move." ”

The moment he said this, the light around him suddenly dimmed.

"Please!" the prince had a solemn expression, and as soon as he closed the fan in his hand, he pulled out a soft broad-bladed long sword from his belt like lightning.

Yinchen was slightly stunned, and there are really not many people who use soft swords in these years, and the prince can afford to use soft swords, so he must have both money and strength.

Sure enough, the Gang Feng of the Holy Rank Master immediately straightened the soft sword in his hand and turned into a sharp blade that was as sharp as clay. The prince snorted lightly, rushed forward first, and when he was still a zhang away from the silver dust, he moved up, and the sword in his hand immediately turned into hundreds of overlapping cross sword qi.

"Cross Kill!"

A blue-green sword aura with dark purple patches rushed into his face, sealing all of the magician's dodge space. The wind pressure around the sword qi blew Silver Dust's long silver-white hair, and pressed wavy marks on his purple robe. Yinchen smelled a slightly bitter fragrance like almonds, and his heart was awe-inspiring, knowing that this sword qi contained a raw poison, not a natural scattered poison.

Even if this kind of poison only occurs slowly, it is not something that ordinary masters can dissolve, let alone a magician who is naturally afraid of toxins.

The Silver God made an immediate decision, flicked his wide sleeves, and the bottomless shadow in his cuffs rose against the storm, churning like boiling water, and at the same time shot out a pitch-black projectile from the deepest part of the shadow.

The speed of the projectile was not very fast, at least it left enough time for the prince to dodge, and the black projectile was surrounded by purple clouds, and where the clouds passed, all the blue-green sword qi was twisted and rotated, and finally turned into a spiral and shattered.

The light around the projectile was violently distorted, and the purple cloud rotated longitudinally around the projectile like a blade, gradually forming a huge sphere with a diameter of one zhang, which slowly pressed with the projectile. The prince saw at a glance that the projectile was coming fiercely, and immediately took a few steps back without any emotion, and defended it with a sword, but who knew that the projectile exploded in the air at a distance from the prince, turning into an expanded purple transparent sphere, and quickly disappeared.

"Sorry, I'm getting used to it. Yinchen smiled apologetically, and the moment he swung out the Black Sky Gang Divine Cannon, he remembered that hidden weapons were not allowed to be used in this ring.

The prince snorted coldly, didn't blame him, and raised his hand to stop it, wanting to come up and kill the guards of Silver Dust. Then he took a deep breath, and the soft sword in his hand trembled endlessly, emitting a sharp sword sound.

"Cross Twist Kill!" the prince exhaled, and the long sword in his hand once again drew dozens of blue-green sword qi.

This time, the magician changed his posture without reluctance, his hands were raised, and the cold fist spur condensed in the blue light, and in the next second, the faint purple light point flashed out three times, and the cold ice fist spur transformed into a strange claw blade. The claw blade was like an iron glove made of metal that allowed the joints to move, except that the tip of each finger was protruding from the tip of a sharp lancet.

The cold light reflected by the blade of the lancet was not only sharp, but also reflected a cold and fierce wind and snow. The weather of an iceberg also appeared behind Silver Dust, and as he stretched out his hand and pointed out, the 10,000-year-old wind and snow followed his finger and shot towards the slashing sword.

The cyan sword light and the blue ice light met, and the blue light quickly corroded the ice light, just like the ice met boiling water, but the illusion of a blizzard appeared in the blue ice light flow, and even a layer of fine snowflakes appeared around the blue light, rotating and scattering outwards, and the blue light not only carried an amazing freezing gas, but also carried an incomparably powerful thrust, pushing the cross-shaped sword qi away from the direction of the silver dust.

The magician instantly pointed out his nine fingers, which was much less than the action of the prince who instantly swung out hundreds of swords, and naturally it was more rapid. Seeing that the position he pointed out was wrong, the prince immediately erupted into a cloud of wind, forcibly changing the path of the sword, and the originally sharp sword qi also softened all of a sudden, turning into a longitudinally rotating blue-purple storm, as if there was some kind of suction force rolling towards Yinchen's fingers.

The speed at which Silver Dust stretched out his finger suddenly doubled, and a blue light flashed, and Xuan Bing's finger blade fiercely slammed into the edge of the soft sword.

The prince could see it clearly, the silver-haired boy was swirling with heavy snow around him, and a thrust that was extremely cold and hard to the extreme burst out, just listening to the click for a while, the blade of the soft sword collapsed.

Silver Dust's index finger rested on the soft sword, while his middle finger touched the blade lightly.

The ice suddenly melted completely, and the wind and snow suddenly evaporated into a white mist. The scorching heat did not come, only an irresistible, flexible thrust. A gentle pillar of golden light erupted at the point where the middle finger landed, shooting straight ahead. The prince was pushed upside down by a huge push that could not be resisted.

His body was not shocked, he flew upside down and then flipped in the air, and a somersault landed lightly, but at the moment when he was about to go into battle again to kill the enemy, he suddenly felt hot, and then his face turned pale.

At that moment, he couldn't feel the fluctuations of the wind around him, and he couldn't raise his strength, although this strange feeling only lasted for a moment-

The magician had already punched, and his fist was weak, but a circle of blue wind and snow around the fist suddenly froze, instantly turning into an ice dragon, and the ice dragon rushed forward, and everything in its path was crushed into thin flakes by a huge amount of Xuan Ice.

The cold ice condensed into a square weight fist and fell fiercely on the prince's chest. The young prince didn't expect the silver-haired boy's moves to be so far away, and when he saw that he didn't block the moment he punched, he thought that he would only leap forward after punching, shortening the distance between the two sides with a punch, and when the ice dragon rushed in front of him, it was too late to resist, so he could only barely avoid the vital point in his chest and abdomen, and resisted the blow with his left arm and left shoulder.

After a dull loud bang, the ice shattered, and the prince staggered back a dozen steps, barely stopping at the edge of the stage, the bones of his left shoulder and arm completely shattered, and his entire arm was squeezed into a mass of erosive flesh. The prince didn't care about the pain, and quickly pressed a certain treasure on his waist, and a green smoke rose from his belt, surrounding him, and then all the smoke poured towards the wound.

With a sound that seemed to be hinge turning, the green smoke dissipated, and the prince's shoulders and arms also recovered as before, but a certain piece of jade jue on his waist suddenly burst out with a green spark, which was completely shattered, turning into a wisp of gray smoke floating in the air. The prince raised his eyebrows and scolded in a low voice: "You also said that you have nothing to do with the Demon Pavilion!"

The prince on the stage behaved very bravely, which surprised the magician a little. Seeing him charging forward, the mage didn't care about any rules that forbade the use of hidden weapons. Retracted his left hand, and with a palm of his right hand, a red fireball immediately condensed in his palm, hitting the door of the prince's face.

This time, the prince had already prepared, the long sword suddenly softened, and the iron whip was drawn upward, a silver light flashed, and the sharp blade split the fireball in two. Before the fireball could explode and burn, it was extinguished in the storm.

The prince deceived into the silver dust one foot around him, and the soft sword turned into a sword light in the sky, as if a group of silver-colored poisonous snakes were besieging Gulai. The magician was not afraid, turned his palm into a finger, and pointed out, the golden light of his fingertips converged, and a pillar of light hit the prince's chest, pushing him out three steps away.

The energy in the prince's body suddenly emptied, and the forty-four path soul chasing sword that came out of the middle immediately stopped, and at that moment he only felt that his arm was very sore, and there was no physical strength in his body, and the sword leaf in his hand became very heavy, so he could only put it down temporarily. However, he could also see that the silver-haired boy's fire could knock people down, ice could turn into a hammer, light could repel people and absorb physical strength and vitality, and the black ball, like a magnet, could absorb sword qi and gangfeng.

The four powers, each with its own difficulties, the key is that even if the silver-haired boy does not throw a black hidden weapon, his attack distance is far beyond ordinary people. The prince was repulsed, and he actually needed to drum up the wind again and charge more than ten steps before he could bully into the place where the weapon could reach-

But Silver Dust couldn't give him any more chances, and with a casual wave of his hand, a huge fireball emerged from his palm, dragging a long flame tail and slowly pressing towards him.

The fireball slowly swirled, driving the surrounding flames to form a cylindrical passage, and within the passage, the sky was burning with fire, and the ground was cracked with lava, unexpectedly unfolding the realm illusion.

The speed of the fireball was really not fast, so it had to give the prince a long time to react. Seeing the fireball coming, the prince knew that he was invincible, his face turned ruthless, and he took out a bunch of red silk silk from his sleeve.

He poured his fingertips into his fingertips, unfolded the silk silk, and the wind drew a bright purple flash on the silk silk, which was Juyuan.

The purple light lit up, and then a distorted sense of sacredness erupted along with a blood river illusion, spinning and rolling towards the fireball, and the moment the blood and fire met, the dark red blood river suddenly launched a light, red transparent, red brilliantly, and then the red slowly receded, turning into a sacred blue.

Ice and fire meet, the moment of the explosion, the silk silk turned into a thin shield, blocking in front of the prince, reflecting the shock wave back, that piece of silk is really strange, even if it becomes a thin shield, the texture is also very flexible, the impact of the side of the light yarn like a faint fold, the frequency and the shape of the folds are also very particular. The shockwave that was bounced back and the shockwave that spread towards the silver dust fused into a fierce current, almost like a wall of wind.

Silver Dust immediately threw a fist, and the icy punch turned into a huge cube of ice in the blizzard, colliding head-on with the shockwave. With a thud, the ice shattered into ice crystals, and the shock wave dissipated into wisps of fresh wind.

At the same time, the piece of silk silk that the prince took out slowly turned into disconnected silk threads, and the guards standing at the four corners invariably took out a short gun from his bosom and pointed at the silver-haired boy in the center of the stage.

Yinchen smiled coldly: "Sure enough, I still can't afford to lose." ”

"You've moved the secret weapon. The prince's tone was still flat, as if life and death were just ordinary trivial matters. Silver Dust stared at him for a long time before smiling grimly.

He knew that if he really let himself and this prince fight hard, the best result would be suppressed by him. The prince's skills are those of a real elite warrior, and it is not something that he, a half-magician, can fool around.

Silver Dust's melee skills, in the final analysis, are driven by magic, and even swordsmanship must be supplemented by marksmanship, which shows that his skills are at most third-rate level, and his real strength is in long-range attacks and large-scale celestial manipulation, even if these magic can be instantaneous, but when the power occurs, it does not distinguish between friend and foe, and must be far enough away to let Silver Dust play.

"Is it a hidden weapon? means you can't throw anything?" Silver Dust's voice was flat, and there was no panic in the slightest of being pointed at by four short guns.

The bullets fired from these short guns are real rigid projectiles, and even the wind source array that pushes the projectiles is only filled with gas, without the slightest component of gunpowder. However, the short gun still needs to be reloaded, and only then can it be reloaded. The moment the trigger is pulled, the wind source array under the charge is excited by the strong wind array on the trigger, and the charge is poured into the charge, and the charge itself is not gunpowder but a powder that increases the energy of the wind source, so this short gun is like a kind of hidden weapon launcher with some kind of machine, and when the gun is fired, it can spray out several or even dozens of projectiles, which is far away and not enough, but in such a small place on the stage, at such a close distance, it is really unavoidable, and it is extremely dangerous.

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