[5 years later]

Time flies, years like blood. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info today's Wangtian Peak, still snow-capped.

The remnant sun is like death, the sunset is like a wound, and the snow half a foot deep is illuminated by the hasty sunset, and a tragic remnant of red immediately emerges, just like the weak empire that has retreated to the distance. On the Wangtian Peak, apart from the snow, there is only transparent wind.

Once all the demons gathered here, what a lively scene, but now there is only a deserted space here. The body of the former head of the Black Qi Building, the building, has long since decomposed into mud, and I don't know if the killers of the thriving Black Qi Building still remember this pioneer who gave his life for the sake of entering the ranking. There are many people in this world, who are quickly forgotten by everyone after sacrifice, their bones are cold, and their lonely souls are sad.

The mysterious giant eye in the valley has long been gone, leaving behind a pitch-black pit, and even apes and birds dare not go down to find out, because the death breath and ghost cry of the 1,200 unjust souls have never dissipated in the past five years.

It was in this miserable, desolate and bleak night that the blood-colored gate once again flashed out of thin air, opened with a bang, and then closed with a bang.

"Sister ......" The young man of Silver, who was banned by the world, walked slowly down from the blood-colored gate. The long silver hair fluttered in the mountain wind like flowing mercury. The silver robes were gilded with golden-red light by the evening sun, like the crowning of the gods. Under the silver sword eyebrows, a pair of silver pupils are surging with sadness and longing at the moment.

"Sister, Yating, I will never forget your ......" The pale and empty words are now all that can express their remembrance. Death is the final reunion, that is, the eternal secret, no matter how to smash this black world, it will no longer be able to change the girl's voice.

Is there no point in revenge, it is easy to curse Du Chuanchang, and it is very simple to stumble on Feng Lieshan, but that will have no other effect except to increase the calamity of the world.

Today's Du Chuanchang is famous, but he is a poor child who is afraid of silver, and now Feng Lieshan, who is at the peak of distraction, has gray hair for the sake of a so-called Mowei Pavilion that is declining. The souls of the deceased have returned to another world, and the living are suffering in the boundless karmic fire of the torture called survival.

The living who have been forgotten by the world can only mourn the forgotten dead by the world with pale blessings and relief at this moment, but at this moment, this crippled sunset represents the Chinese New Year's Eve that should be reunited with the family, the eighth year of Showa.

Loneliness, at this time is better than sadness, bursting in the mountain wind and becoming a cruelty that engulfs life.

However, the loneliness obliterated by the rules of the world could not crush this silver-colored man. Five years have passed, and the silver-colored boy has now become a legend, becoming a god-like and handsome man, and the people whose memories have been erased by the world regard him as a waste who does not practice divine skills, but they still can't stop him from moving forward, let alone using wisdom and knowledge other than magic, to gain the right to live happily in this world.

Now he is the outer disciple of the Black Qi Building, known as the "Silver Demon", and he also has a small reputation, because he does not know divine skills, and he has no divine power on his body, so every time he kills, the other party is almost defenseless, and his attack distance is terrifyingly far , That's the highest standard among the outer disciples, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't know divine skills and refused to practice anything, he would have already entered the mountain gate, but if he could really cultivate divine skills, why didn't he go to the Golden Sword Gate?

The silver-colored young man walked down from the Wangtian Peak like this, step by step, like pale impermanence, this was his last remembrance, the last time he looked back on his life, and he deliberately waited here, waiting for the target to appear.

Chinese New Year's Eve was originally a good day for relatives to reunite, but someone fell into blood mold and was sent to the bitter cold place of Uriya Sutai with his family, and this unlucky person was the prey of His Majesty the Silver Dust Legendary Holy Magist.

To be precise, it was the man who escorted him who became the prey of the magician.

"Zhang's Ji Tao, originally a person from the southern country, now gathers people from the rivers and lakes in the northern country, intending to assassinate the beacon city? He slowly walked down the snow-covered mountain road, walked to another avenue leading to the Heavenly Sword Pass, and turned around.

As if it had just been calculated, a team of chainmail soldiers rode horses and escorted a prisoner cart, and the man in the prisoner cart looked extremely miserable with a sad expression.

The silver magician gently raised his left hand and stretched out a finger, and the storm wrapped the blue blade snow, swirling and spraying out from his fingertips, and in an instant, flooding the snow-covered avenue.

"You don't have a holiday on Chinese New Year's Eve?" Silver Dust's voice suspended in the air, and his voice was very low, even a little frosted, which was the damage caused by his long-term unrestrained use of spells.

"Who?"

"Hell!"

Obviously, his appearance and the vision of heaven and earth in his hands could easily make these not very elite soldiers feel terrifying. Before he could even show his true magic, he saw the soldiers turn around one by one and fly away.

It's that simple?

Silver Dust was puzzled, because when the soldiers turned and fled, they were still in formation.

He closed his eyes, his domain perception was greater in the wind and snow, he felt it silently, and then smiled.

Within 300 paces, there were two people lying in ambush in the snow-colored background, and this happy person was covered with a large white cloak, which was really difficult to distinguish with his eyes, but even if someone walked up to him, he might not be able to find it.

"Nice design, not too original, but practical enough. He slowly walked over to the cart and grabbed the lock on it with his right silver hand. He remained motionless, waiting for the two men to attack first, but the two guys remained crouching in the snow, and said nothing more than clenching the daggers in their sleeves.

"It seems that you want to see my jokes, see how I can open such a big lock?" Yinchen waited quietly for a while, seeing that the other party was so calm, only he acted first, a real red light appeared in his hand, and the big iron lock in his hand melted instantly-

A pitch-black palm struck Silver Dust in the chest, and the magician was knocked to the ground by the blow, falling headlong into the snow 6 meters away. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were full of pure surprise.

The prisoner cart didn't need any locks at all, the seemingly simple prisoner cart actually had a subtle mechanism hidden in it, and the person trapped in the prisoner cart just summoned a trace of wind to press down a certain protrusion on the shackle, and the whole shackle, the entire prisoner cart, fell apart in an instant, it was a fake prisoner cart at all.

The silver mage jumped up suddenly, a trace of panic and shaking flashed in the silver pupils, he was not afraid of the person in front of him, but worried about where the real Zhang Jitao was.

In the northern country, the team escorting the prisoners is not very secretive, and the case committed by Zhang Jitao seems to be very big, but in fact, it does not make the northern court pay much attention to it, the person who tried him is just a local official, and the court does not care, and it is impossible to use the power of the central government to secretly escort him. Yinchen finally determined the escort path of this guy after many investigations, but he didn't expect to be tricked.

He's a magician, and such a mistake is a shame for any legend, okay?

If you can't find Zhang Jitao, you can't do business, Yinchen doesn't want to let his "undefeated" killer career be smeared with the stain of failure, he knows that his best waste material body that hedges his physique can't accommodate any magic skills at all, and a person who has no power, no background, and even a fugitive slave from the north wants to make a name for himself in this world, he must devote himself to the rivers and lakes, and go to the days of licking blood, and a person without divine skills wants to enter the rivers and lakes, and being the killer of the Black Qi Building is the only option.

Therefore, he has to cherish this killer identity, this identity is the only thing he can get his name on the "Heaven and Earth Righteousness List", the Heaven and Earth Righteousness List that appeared after the change of heaven is the "first in the world" that all the masters in the world compete for, the master list, the young master list, the killer list, the villain list, the sect list, these things, nothing about money, are related to a person's position in this world.

Yinchen is rushing to the list, he can't lose, especially can't lose so unclearly.

As he thought so, the man in the cart would not give him any extra time, and the man jumped up from the scattered parts of the cart, and a terrifying coercion erupted from all over his body, and he fell with a slap in the air.

The Gangfeng in the high stage of the distraction period was only fully displayed at this moment, and the snow flakes on the ground were rolled up, and even the body of Silver Dust had to be sucked up.

"Distraction realm, this cultivation is not cheap now!" "Silver Dust just lay on the ground facing the other party's murderous blow, he lazily propped up his left hand, and with the words "Crowned Gods" came out, a hemispherical light mask covered him, and the man's heavy palm also fell on the light mask.

First, there was the sound of a steel hammer hitting the depleted uranium armor plate, followed by the sound of glass breaking, and Yinchen's body seemed to be directly pulled up by a strange and terrifying invisible magic force, lying flat and rising in the air, moving three meters to the upper left, and then rotating 90 degrees, from lying flat to standing upright, falling down, the shattered gods crowned, absorbing all the Gangfeng under the opponent's blow, without any transmission to Yinchen.

The arcane purple light extinguished on his body, and Silver Dust put on the Undercurrent Demon Shield on himself again. At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped it back. He was only more than 1 meter away from the person, but his palm missed, his palm looked very ridiculous, although there were no flaws, but it was soft and light, and the other party only needed to turn one side slightly and get out of the way.

"Extinction winter. Silver Dust whispered, his whole body burst out of blue light mist, and then a terrifying blizzard burst out of thin air, blowing everything around him away, and then gathered from the air to the palm of his hand, turning into a bucket-thick blue wind, rumbling towards his opponent with his ridiculous palm.

The man disguised as Zhang Jitao instinctively dodged a somersault, but the blizzard chased after his ass, and he could only push out a palm at the silver dust, and a transparent wind sprayed out from his palm, scattering the blue wind closest to him.

In terms of the sharpness of Gangfeng, Yinchen is definitely not an opponent.

The distraction master harnessed the colorless storm and blocked the blue blizzard, but there was no way to take a step forward, in the snowstorm of silver dust, the whistling wind brought up a light blue wind pressure, like a bulldozer containing great thrust, the distraction master's gang wind was strong and sharp, like an invisible blade, but no amount of blades could not completely cut through the torrent-like wind and snow.

He was blocked in place by the wind and snow of Silver Dust, and he could only raise his arm forward with Silver Dust, fighting for internal strength in the air.

This is impossible to happen between warriors, and only the wind and snow emitted by Silver Dust are very far away to allow the two to face each other in the air.

At this moment, two white figures suddenly rose from a corner within 5 meters behind Yinchen, and crossed an arc in the air to pounce on his back, and the four daggers flashed with a dark red cold light, I really don't know if the blood was not dried or what poison was quenched.

The X-shaped double staggered defense occurred at the moment when Yinchen was "focusing on fighting with the distraction master", the dagger slashed through the neck, pierced the vest, and the sudden outbreak of the gang wind shattered the silver figure, but not a drop of blood splashed out.

The teleportation of the subspace portal opened silently in the snow, and Silver Dust came out of it, and at this time he was thirty meters away from the three people.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally did not leave, although he knew that these people definitely did not know where the real Zhang Jitao was, but they may know a little bit of relevant information, for magicians, no matter how complicated and lengthy the chain is, as long as there is a little clue, it can be deduced slowly and completely with language spells and field investigations, and if there are no clues, then finding someone by just one name in the vast sea of people is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

The magician who has made up his mind is no longer flustered or wavering, since the other party dares to put on such a battle to deceive him, then the whole thing will not be too simple. He calmed down and slowly walked towards the distraction master.

That person had the strength of the distraction high level, and the strength of the Gangfeng far surpassed the extinction winter of silver dust, but even so, he still had no way to get out of the extinction winter, he was frozen.

The two men who used daggers were covering their bodies with snow at this time, and they were carefully ambushed, and Silver Dust could only smile, he could not explain to these people that magicians were not afraid of such lurking tactics at all, unless they could completely stuff themselves into the shadow world. (To be continued.) )