The girl was stunned by his monstrous momentum for a second, and her small heart could not understand the situation in front of her. How could her enemy, whom she kept calling demons, possess such glorious power? This is a power that many righteous people do not have! Why? Why did it fall to an evil demon?

The shock was followed by an irrepressible anger of shame. The girl felt that her faith was insulted, and the girl knew very well that the demon demon in front of her was not worthy of such power at all, he was not worthy of using this power, he was not worthy of living, and he who had this kind of power should never exist in this clean world.

"Bold Demon!" she shouted out the brightest voice in her life, and at the same time flew up, pouring all the cultivation she had learned in her life, all the power she had cultivated in her life, into her fists, and quickly and violently punched out her own mastery.

As a strongman who has entered the eightfold body, she still has some last resorts that she has secretly cultivated.

"Million!" she shouted the name word by word, every word like she was about to bite some nasty nut with her teeth. Her fists turned into 76 thick bolts of lightning in an instant, the fastest punch she had ever swung in her life.

Gangfeng, the lightning that had long been twisted into a steel fork, rumbled against the huge lightsabers, each time, it could only wear the lightsabers thinner, but it could never break them up. The scorching heat and domineering in the thunder and lightning have no effect on these lightsabers, and the girl is using her own strong cultivation to resist the magic of silver dust at this time.

The unbearable high heat, the unbearable penetrating force, at this time poured on the girl's body, her five short body was almost transparent by the golden light, the cyan clothes were scorched black one by one, and even caught fire, and the skin that was originally well maintained was burned black piece by piece, and there were puffs of unpleasant smoke. The girl had only one feeling at this time, and that was that she was fighting with a god.

The huge momentum and solemn aura made her feel retreating, and for the first time in her life, she felt that she seemed to have no way to win against the opponent in front of her. After throwing the final punch at the lightsaber, she really retreated.

At this time, Yinchen's magic was completely exhausted, and the 22 lightsabers had all been shattered by the girl, and the power of thunder and lightning was not able to reach him from a distance of ten zhang, but the tiny static electricity in the air was still his hair standing up, although it was only a few.

Yinchen understands that his true strength is only double in the body, and he can fight with this girl until now, completely relying on the technical advantage of the mage, no matter what, he is not sure that he can completely defend against any of the girl's attacks.

Distance, at this time becomes the life of silver dust.

......

Unconsciously, the shouting of killing slowly subsided.

More than a dozen ghost-like black glimpses, like nightmares, rushed to the side of those blue-robed people who wantonly slaughtered temporary disciples or fought selflessly with regular disciples, and several ghost-like distorted gray and white winds gently sank into their bodies, and then in an instant, those blue-robed people who broke into the stronghold of the Demon Wei Pavilion paused, holding their heads in pain, spurting blood, and struggling.

"Grab them all! Don't get killed!" Feng Lieshan's voice floated through the void and quickly dissipated. The disciples of the Demon Pavilion, one after another, showed all kinds of nets, ropes, prison soul nets and the like, tied these people into zongzi or wraps, and then carried them on their shoulders neatly.

In the east, unconsciously, the fish belly lit up white.

Just before the dawn was about to rise, a golden light suddenly lit up from the west, making Zhang Mengmeng and a certain female elder stop.

"What's that?" the female elder's voice actually carried a little fear, because that majestic and broad aura reminded her of the Hanshan Temple that she could not offend.

"It's Yinchen!That new disciple!Elder!He's fighting Jia Yuanyuan!Let's go help him!" Zhang Mengmeng's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and there was even a little intoxication in his expression. The silver dust in the center of the light, the pitch-black robe was also dyed with golden light into a very light color, the silver-white hair was like a sterling silver ribbon, and the silver pupils were full of sacredness and solemnity.

"Archangel's Judgment. "The huge cross blade of light smashed into the ground like a thunderbolt like a judgment from heaven, and the mountains shook in an instant.

The lightning on the girl's body had completely turned a miserable green, exuding a strange coldness, and a domineering and fierce aura came out of her almost scorched palms, struggling to meet the divine cross light. Solemnity and domineering, sacredness and justice, two equally dignified and unobtrusive forces suddenly collided, and then burst into a dazzling fire, and a huge roar as if two heavy-duty trucks collided head-on.

Silver Dust and the girl flew out in the opposite direction, and the huge explosion that only the elders of the Distraction Period could barely resist.

Yinchen was caught by Zhang Mengmeng, although Zhang Mengmeng herself was pushed back by a huge force, but her concerned voice still reached Yinchen's ears.

"Yinchen, are you okay? Tell my sister, where did that hurt you?"

That voice is like a sweet spring to Yinchen, in normal times, Yinchen would definitely hide in Zhang Mengmeng's arms and be coquettish, but at this time, the silver-haired boy's eyes only had crazy fighting intent.

Even when he heard Zhang Meng's voice, a blood-colored madness suddenly erupted in his silver-colored pupils. He always seemed to be able to think of it for the first time, Zhang Mengmeng, a cheap sister who was not cheap, only had the strength of the Great Perfection of the Peiyuan Period, and even Nie Wan's retention could not withstand it.

"Come again!" Yinchen replied to Zhang Mengmeng's gentle and considerate greetings in a cold and cruel tone, and responded to Zhang Mengmeng's sincere concern with ruthless and even hostile cold words, but Zhang Mengmeng did not feel the slightest unhappiness because of Yinchen's cold tone, and even a dark warm current surged into his heart. Of course she knew, Yinchen didn't answer her, his cold tone was completely directed at Jia Yuanyuan in the distance, at the Jia Yuanyuan of the Iron Palm Gang who had pushed himself into a desperate situation and made himself deeply experience despair.

"Yinchen! it's okay, it's almost over!" Zhang Mengmeng wanted to hug Yinchen, but the boy brutally broke free. Silver Dust's small black figure swept over a distance of hundreds of meters like a shock, and rushed fearlessly towards the five short girls who were difficult for him to defeat.

When the battle came to this point, both of them were already red-eyed, and they didn't think about any issues such as truce, morality, good and evil, sects, etc., and they didn't even think about how much strength they had left, and the only proposition that the two people could consider at this time was to kill each other.

"The catastrophe is over. The power of darkness gathered in the hands of Silver Dust, as if engulfing the terrifying catastrophe of the light world, the silver-haired boy rushed like a meteor, and with a long-distance staggered and defense-breaking posture, he was about to send a new round of fatal blows to the girl who had just gotten up from the ground 3 zhang away.

On the girl's body, the jewel breastplate had been dimmed, covered with cobweb-like cracks, like an old coat that had been worn for many years. This treasure has been damaged under the spell of Silver Dust, or Silver Dust spent most of the night, using countless spells to connect the barrage, forcibly breaking through the defense of the treasure weapon, and really injured the girl, but Silver Dust, there is still no way to win.

Entering the body eightfold, such a realm, is not something that any rookie who enters the body double can deal with, even if it is a second-level magister.

The girl got up a little embarrassed, green flashes swirling between her palms. "Lei Huang Po!" the girl snorted lightly, waved her right palm, her voice actually returned to the original clear and cold, and the cold-like thick nasal voice also disappeared under a few cycles of divine power with powerful self-healing ability.

Her voice, as always, contains the confidence of justice.