"I'm sorry! I just offended!" Wan Jianxin didn't rush to draw his sword, but first saluted to Yinchen seriously before standing up straight. His eyes changed, and it became a little unacceptable to Yinchen, it was not the eyes of a righteous person looking at the demon, but the eyes of a master of respect for another master. At this time, Yinchen was no longer an evil demon in Wan Jian's heart, but an opponent who was truly worthy of respect, worthy of communication, worthy of serious competition, and confirmed the mysteries of martial arts to each other.

Wan Jianxin had never encountered such a demonic path as Silver Dust, and had never even heard of such a demonic path from his elders. All the demons he had killed, all the demons he had seen, all the demons he had conceived, and even all the demons that wanted to kill him, were all the same. Sneak attack from behind, smearing poison on needles, smoking with anesthetics, and even ******, immortal dwellings, pit meng, abduction, chewing tongues, picking right and wrong, blackmailing and spreading rumors, any means will be, but they will not fight fairly with others. Wan Jianxin just wanted to use a method similar to a sneak attack to easily kill Yinchen, not only because of the laziness and luck in his heart, but also because he had long been afraid of the calculations of the demons, he was afraid, afraid that when he gave the demons a chance to fight a truly fair battle, those scum would spit out a highly poisonous flying needle from his mouth when he drew his sword and plotted to kill him - Du Chuanchang, who seemed to be the Poison Dragon Sect, was particularly fond of doing this kind of thing.

Wan Jianxin knew that Yinchen had actually missed the opportunity, and the moment he appeared in his back door, the terrible boy who made a long move had many ways and many opportunities to kill himself with one blow. Monks who are proficient in melee combat also have weaknesses, just as mages are extremely vulnerable when they let their guard down, and no monk can train his life points to resist like a fist. The life gate acupoint, that is the common death point of monks all over the world.

However, Silver Dust didn't seize that moment full of opportunities, and his abandonment made Wan Jianxin feel ashamed and moved. For a thousand years, there has never been a Demon Dao monk who would treat a person who wants his life like this, and no Demon Dao would treat an enemy like this, or even an opponent in the ring! When Yinchen was attacked by the three talents outside the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, the three talents did not have any idea of competing with him fairly, and the three talents of the Demon Wei Pavilion were like this, so you can imagine what the style of the other Demon Dao monks was.

At this moment, Wan Jianxin's sincere gaze and solemn sword drawing action made Yinchen slightly surprised for a second, and then he was relieved. Yinchen knew that what he had just done would definitely be scolded by Elder Feng Lieshan as a pig's head, because he did not act according to the rules of the Demon Dao cultivators, and in the Demon Dao, the "rules" that did not talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes were as great as the hierarchy.

Silver Dust didn't care, he was now acting as a standard, pure mage and guideline. As a mage, a powerful mage like a third-level magister, he and Wan Jianxin like to duel head-on, like fair battles, and hate those evil demons at any time. If he really wanted to use a yin move, wouldn't he just hack the sword in Wan Jianxin's hand!

The wind gathers around Ten Thousand Sword Hearts. Darkness, condensed around Silver Dust, Silver Dust, who had just thrown the hacker terminal into the arcane space, was at the peak of elemental compensation, and could not release any skills except darkness and arcane magic.

"The name of this sword is 'Demon Swallowing Carp', and it is the sword of Wan Mou to kill demons. Wan Jianxin said after pulling out the sword completely.

"Black Sky Gang God Cannon, Senior Brother Wan, please!" Silver Dust deliberately said the name of the spell as if it were some powerful blade. He did this just to make Wan Jianxin feel respected, he couldn't tell Wan Jianxin about the various characteristics of the mage, because he knew that Wan Jianxin would definitely not understand, he could only choose a way that Wan Jianxin could best understand at this time to tell him: "I, Yinchen, am also a person who respects my opponent!"

"Please!" Wan Jianxin's hearty voice sounded at the same time, and the person rushed towards the silver dust like an arrow from the string.

His footwork was too elegant, too treacherous, and too magical, so that Yinchen couldn't distinguish the trajectory for a while. It seems that no matter how much he shoots his magic, the other party can avoid it well. Silver Dust first used the arcane acceleration to quickly retreat, and at the same time fixed his mind, and then used a standard Demon Might Pavilion starting style to face the staggered defense of Ten Thousand Sword Hearts.

Silver Dust uses the method of "Inner Heavy Technique" circulated in the Demon Pavilion, and launches 36 rounds of "Black Sky Gang God Cannon" according to the method of firing a heavy hidden weapon such as Breaking the Sky Shuttle, he actually doesn't need to do this at all, the magic of the mages is completed by the domain and spells, and the body movements are dispensable, Silver Dust does this, just because he is deeply influenced by the pop culture of the "sports school", and the spell-casting action has become instinct, plus he has been practicing throwing the Breaking Sky Shuttle under the supervision of Zhang Mengmeng recently, and it has become a habit.

(Gabriel's "movement school" was a rebellion against the "static school", a trendy culture popular among young people, known as the "Second Cyberpunk Revolution.") The static school believes that mages should minimize their physical movements when casting spells, or let their hands and feet do other things while casting spells, so as to exercise the ability of mages to cast spells at any time and in any occasion, while the kinematic school believes that mages should have a set of special spell casting moves, which must be cool and trendy in order to show the personality of young mages. The kinesiology school believes that mages lack exercise, and that some cool, large-scale spell casting moves can help solve the growing obesity problem in young people. ）

The moment he launched his dark magic like a heavy hidden weapon, Wan Jianxin's pace slowed down a lot, and his right hand behind the side also suddenly moved forward, and the sword he held in his hand actually stabbed out 36 swords in a row.

It's not a thorn, it's a somewhere between picking and collapsing. Wan Jianxin's Gangfeng and Fang Tianhang's were not of the same level at all, and that Gangfeng contained huge thrust and lightning-like heat, colliding with 36 refueled shadow arrows without any fancy.

In the next second, a dull loud sound like a hammer smashing a tank sounded one after another. The lightning flashed, the darkness erupted, and the tremendous rigid force and brutal and relentless pressure repeatedly impacted and overturned, and finally both dissipated. The sky was full of dust and mist, and the grass under his feet had completely turned into a desert-like brown-yellow dirt pit, and against the background of the gravel and loess fine sand, the figure of Wan Jianxin rushing over with his head held high seemed so invincible.

Silver Dust was still retreating, and Wan Jianxin was circling in circles. The power of darkness has not been able to stop Wan Jianxin's advance, but it has already consumed his Gang Feng, and even made his speed not as fast as it was at the beginning, and the seemingly unharmed Silver Dust himself is also rapidly consuming his magic power, and retreating and dodging extremely quickly also consumes his physical strength.

The battle between the two of them has become a stalemate, and the so-called argument that the mage has the advantage in the face of the warriors of the same level seems so pale and ridiculous at this time.

"Black Heaven Gang God Crack!" "Silver Dust's hand gathered a large amount of pitch-black fog, one by one, the size of a fist, with an astonishing weight of dark balls, under the impetus of the purple-black pillar of light, roaring towards the heart of ten thousand swords, each blow was as terrifying as a tank gun.

The black rain in the sky is about to envelop Wan Jian Xin. The young swordsman only let out a soft snort, and the sword in his hand pointed in the direction of Silver Dust, and the whole person instantly turned into an afterimage, rushing left and right like a dragon in the black murderous rain, and the speed slowed down slightly towards Silver Dust.

"Dragon Phantom Kill!"

The sword qi turned into a dragon and shattered the black ball of pressure. The wind, turning into a black hole-like vortex, swirled around the two of them, attracting each other like magnets, drawing the two closer and closer to each other. Ten zhang, eight zhang, five zhang. The battle stabilized at a distance of five zhang, and Silver Dust unleashed a barrage-like magic while traveling around at maximum speed, but it still couldn't stop Wan Jianxin's footsteps.

Ten thousand sword hearts, like the god of war, marched forward bravely, rushing straight towards Yinchen, the fierce sword qi turned into a violent wind pressure, blowing Yinchen's body violently, although it did not cause him any substantial damage, but it also made him very uncomfortable. Wan Jianxin's side was not having a good time, and the unimaginable gravity exerted on him through the round ball, making his bones all over his body extremely sore, and even the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. And the scales of victory are still not tilted in favor of either side at this moment.