"Duel? The magician's tone was very calm, but the momentum on his body was not at all, only a burst of fire like hell, and the silver hands had completely turned red, like the hands of the fire demon. The Burning Sun Ghost Prison in the Demon Crying Slash Fist is ready.

"My name is Mrs. Jinghui. The old lady spoke, with a little bit of obscenity in her tone for some reason: "It is a bhikshuni in front of the emperor, who was ordered to protect Princess Feiquan, and why don't you quickly bow your head and admit your mistake?"

"Hehe, I don't know where the mentally handicapped child came from! The mage snorted coldly, the flames on his hands suddenly sprang up, and he saw that a move of the Burning Sun Ghost Prison was about to strike, but he suddenly felt two black shadows fall in front of him.

Bang bang!

Two black shadows smashed into the sand and wood with the momentum of flat sand and falling geese, looking badly fallen, but they were both motionless. Mrs. Jing Hui was shocked when she saw it, and hurriedly rushed up to help, turning over the two guys whose faces landed on the ground first, and a pair of old dragon clock's eyes suddenly flashed like blades.

The two men seemed to be the same as Mrs. Jinghui, and they were both wearing the same long baotou dress that was neither yellow nor green, except for an old face full of wrinkles in the shape of a round cake, and the rest of the body was under a dark yellow-green curtain. At this time, the eyes of the two knocked down old ladies were closed, their teeth were clenched, and their faces were almost constricted into a waxy yellow dried chrysanthemum. Master Jing Hui probed their snorts first, then groped around their faces for a while, and then frowned.

She hurriedly untied their long clothes, and did not care about exposing their shriveled and thin bodies to the eyes of the magician.

She showed the shoulders of the two of them, on one side were normal limbs as thin as black wood, and on the other side were red and swollen as fat intestines. From a few meters away, the magician could see white steam coming out of the pink swollen area, as if a pot of red sausage was being stewed under the swollen water. Seeing this, Mrs. Jing Hui hurriedly took out a "Mountain Pill" and fed it into the mouth of one of them, but after a while, the person began to convulsive and night sweats, and the red and swollen place on his shoulder actually squirmed, slowly secreting drops of black sweat, those sweats didn't look like a good thing, and the droplets like black pearls rolled down on the clothes, immediately burning transparent holes. Mrs. Jinghui's face changed wildly, and she looked up in disbelief, only to see that there were not only Jiang Lishi and Bai Prison standing on the edge of the big pit, but also Yang Ziyi, who had become heroic for some reason.

"What kind of poison are you?!" Master Jinghui's voice was full of disbelief and panic.

Yang Ziyi didn't answer immediately, just floated down, and directly used her graceful and plump body to separate the magician from Jinghui Shitai: "What's the matter?"

"Do you know the Heavenly Crafting Heart Replenishing Pill?" When Master Jing Hui heard this, she immediately stood up and put on a posture of facing the enemy: "Who are you? You can even recognize the secret pill of the Holy Water Sect?"

"You don't need to know who I am. Yang Ziyi approached step by step: "You just need to know that instigating monsters to besiege me will have to pay a price!"

"Just by you?" Master Jing Hui sneered: "Just rely on your little cultivation......"

"Yes, it's just my cultivation. "The true red heat, at this moment, exploded from behind Jinghui Shitai, and the cold and damp underground corridor became as dry and hot as a desert in an instant. Jing Huishi was too shocked, Yang Ziyi clearly saw her expression change from sneer to horror, from panic to pain, until her body was about to be completely engulfed by the flames, Yang Ziyi remembered that she should dodge sideways.

As soon as her figure flickered, she pressed herself flat against the wooden wall of the hallway, and the red light flashed before her eyes, and then quickly dimmed, and a strong wind swept sand and broken wood in front of her face, and the dry air blade manipulated her cheeks, making her feel a burst of heat.

"The scorching sun and ghost prison burn out the dusk and fall into heaven forever. ”

The wide sleeves opened into a thick trumpet, and a true red, burning claw with dazzling flames hung in the air, and the air around it was stirred, spinning and turning into a heavy Gangfeng that entered the body, but the power in the burning claws was enough to easily break through the body protection Gangfeng at the peak of the Convergence Dao.

Jing Hui Shi Tai received a blow in the back, although his body was crooked at the last moment, and he passed the hit of the fateful door, but he was also hit by the magician with a claw, and fell into the fire in embarrassment. The Gang Feng of the Divine Martial Arts rarely has the protection behind him, so the magician almost scattered his body protection Gang Feng with a single blow to the flame claw. Yang Ziyi hurriedly flashed her figure, and once again blocked between the mage and Jinghui Shitai, her hands sank into her wide sleeves, and she looked at Jinghui Shitai who fell to the ground with a playful expression.

The mage didn't fight, and turned around directly, facing Feiquan. At this time, Feiquan, who was wearing a spear, knew that he had no one to count on, so he hurriedly took the spear and transported the body guard.

As soon as Feiquan raised his eyes, he seemed to see the flaws in the magician's claw skills, and sneered to boost his morale, and the spear in his hand stabbed out, and the sharp spear head went straight to the mage's lower abdomen with a spiral-shaped Liulan energy.

This is a staggered defense breaking style unique to medium- and long-range attack weapons such as spears.

The pure gold wind erupted, forming an almost substantial spiral-shaped geared air blade on top of the spear, and the stiffness of that air blade was almost comparable to that of a rock.

The white wind pressure burst out one after another around the periphery of the air blade, and it was a ripple caused by the friction of the condensed air blade and the thin air, and Feiquan stabbed out a shot from ten meters away, charging towards the mage. Her tattered clothes were lifted by the long wind and torn into a banner of the night full of holes and scorched marks, and her long, black and bright hair flowed up, showing a long stream at the back of her head, but sprinkling many grayish-white fire-burned withered hair in the air. The heavy, condensed spear accelerated from ten meters away, like a locomotive with sharp ramming angles at full speed colliding head-on.

The mage turned sideways lightly in the air, and the ability of the Mirror Xiang Ghost made him slam in the air, and then the silver-colored figure was torn apart by Liulan, and his shadow emerged from Feiquan's side, and the true red claws fell fiercely on the wooden barrel of the gun protected by the wind.

For the first moment, there was a clattering sound, followed by the roar of an explosion. The spear broke, the wind shattered, and the mage who was close at hand turned his claws into fists, and the bright fire suddenly dimmed, and in an instant, it was a blow of demon crying and slashing punches.

The dark steel fist slammed into the soft flesh of Feiquan's chest, almost knocking her cup a little smaller. At the moment of hitting, the entire skeleton spread out on the earth, and endless ghosts swirled above the sky, and Feiquan was beaten upside down by this sudden punch that did not conform to the rules of Gangfeng's operation at all, and the dark red necromantic power quickly spread in the place where she was hit in the chest, forming a dark black fist print. Feiquan was suddenly hit twice hard, and his will was almost crushed, and he could only rely on his instinct to blast out a palm and slam it on Yinchen's arm.

There was a click, a slight bone cracking sound, but the magician was silent, fighting with severe pain to continue the final combo.

The silver fingertips glowed red, and their claws were wrapped in flaming red storms and flowing clouds to mark cross claw marks.

The crucidal ghost slashed into one side of the wall, and exploded into a cross-shaped flame stream, and in the flames, visions suddenly appeared, including the sun falling towards the ground, and the lava spewing out from the center of the earth. The moment the Crucifer Stream erupted, the roof of another section of the corridor was directly blown off.

The fire-lit corridor, the magician's arm lit up with golden recovery magic, temporarily stopping the pain of the bone crack, and allowing the separated bones to be temporarily bridged. He didn't move his wrist much, but raised his hand a little mechanically, and many weapons emerged from his wide sleeves, but instead of the sharp spears and glittering golden swords of the past, they were barrels.

The mage with an arm injury no longer used his inner hand to play handsome as before, and directly raised his hands to pose like a zombie, and before the repulsed Feiquan could gain a foothold, a purple light lit up in the barrel of the gun that circled around his arm.

In an instant, hundreds of purple streams of light seemed to descend from heaven and earth, blooming like a brilliant meteor shower, and fell densely on Feiquan's body. After receiving a blow of Demon Crying Slash Fist, as if he had been stared at by half of death, and his vitality had almost been wiped out by a third, Feiquan had just put his feet on the ground, and before he could even regain his strength, he was beaten back by a continuous rigid impact, and his slender body trembled like chaff.

Normal Magic: Chain Arcane Missile.

At the same time as the blood splashed, there was a sudden sound of a heavy blow from behind the mage, as if two sledgehammers had collided. Then came the screams of a young lady and the vicious laughter of an old lady:

"Why, wasn't Heng very powerful just now? What can he do with a poison that even the Heavenly Heart Replenishing Pill can't dissolve? Even if the old body can't detoxify, at least he can catch you to detoxify, right?" Jing Hui Shitai relied on his strength to return to the peak of the void, and stubbornly blocked Yang Ziyi's "Liberation Army" attack, and a palm imprinted on her chest, almost breaking her heart. Although Yang Ziyi is also a master of returning to the void, her cultivation is at least a small realm lower than that of the other party, and in the case of one-on-one, there is no chance of winning in the United States and Europe.

She herself knew that there was no chance of winning, but she was still willing to stand up for Yinchen, not to mention the kindness that pulled her out of the Interpretation Sect, even the life-saving grace that had just repelled the monsters, in Yang Ziyi's opinion, she could only repay it with her life.

The heir of the Nine Heavens Xuannu has always adhered to the simplicity of the Nine Heavens Xuannu, and Yang Ziyi, who is changeable in the Interpretation Sect and is good at sowing discord, is just a painting called "The Head of the Interpretation Sect".

Yang Ziyi vomited blood and flew back, feeling that all her internal organs were shaken out of place. She originally thought that even if her strength was not good, she would be able to restrain this old woman for a moment and a half, leaving time for Yinchen to annihilate the sinister woman in Feiquan, but she didn't expect that the other party's Buddha skill was not a Buddha skill, and the evil skill was not a strange magic skill, and she could defeat herself in a few easy strokes.

"Disarming" magic has always been Yang Ziyi's strength, as soon as anyone stands in front of her and makes a move, she will see through the flaws in her magic skills at a glance, so as to break the enemy with a targeted blow, coupled with the power of the poisonous attribute Gangfeng, you can subdue people casually, just like the two Shi Tai who are both in the realm of returning to the void. It's a pity that this Jinghui master in front of him actually practiced an almost completely incomprehensible "Crazy Absolute Luo Chong" magic skill, and there was no flaw in the whole body, and he hit it with Yang Ziyi's soft poisonous Gangfeng, not only did it have no effect, but he would also be caught by the master Tai and injured with a palm by suddenly switching the magic skills.

Yang Ziyi's uncontrollable groan because of the pain attracted Silver Dust's idea, and the magician turned around a little arrogantly, leaving his back door to a bruised Feiquan, his uninjured arm suddenly raised, and drew a magic array in the air with one hand, and then took a step forward himself, passing through the dark red light array.

The dark red necromantic power slowly vibrated up, and a faint trace of wind around it was pulled away and gathered in the dark red light array, and after a while, the light array was extinguished as if the power had been cut off, and a small area where the light array was located slowly darkened as if it was a short period of dark night crowded into the day.

Feiquan breathed a sigh of relief, a pair of eyes that were originally quite beautiful stared at Yinchen's back, and quietly took out a dagger with a green light from his tattered clothes, and knew at a glance that it was a quenching weapon. She slowly picked up the divine skills that had been scattered, jumped up fiercely, jumped high like a civet cat, and stabbed down with a sword.

Gang Feng turned into a liulan, spun into a phantom of the head of a spear, and stabbed down with the dagger, and then, like the sound of a sharp blade poking through cement, the tip of the dagger that was still in mid-air erupted into a string of dazzling sparks, and then a huge anti-shock force came, directly causing Feiquan's tiger mouth to crack, and the dagger flew out in reverse, almost cutting herself.

She hit her head on something as she fell, making a very painful dull sound, and she was drenched in blood, the skin tissue on her forehead and nose was eroded, and a string of Venus was popping up in front of her, and there was even more hot pain on the palm of the hand that instinctively supported her face. Feiquan was unsteady, took two steps back, and sat on the ground with another butt.

In front of him, a small space became dark, and after the darkness was the "defenseless" figure of the magician, who was walking over step by step, getting farther and farther away from the flying spring.

Feiquan was dizzy from the blow, and sat on the ground almost crying, but she knew that this was the moment of life-and-death battle, where could there be time for her to cry, she struggled to get up, and reached out to touch the darker space.

The air in that dark area had long since condensed into a clear and translucent solid, like transparent cement, cold to the touch, heavy, and hard, like the desperate walls of a prison. In that small space, everything was completely still.