The wind of the Ascending Sun Master was transparent and colorless, except for an invisible force and a strong wind pressure that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes, there was only a formless and formless heat that seemed to carry a fierce force. The Venerable Ascending Sun is now just a twelve-fold master of entering the body, the helmsman of a small sect that is not well known, but the Gang Feng in his hand is purer and stronger than the Gang Feng of most Qi Transformation Stage masters, and it is the transparent Gang Wind that can only be produced by honing the control ability of the Gang Wind to the most mellow and perfect transformation realm.

The transparent Gangfeng looks formless and substantial, but its power is at least half stronger than that of the ordinary Gangfeng.

The old man's old body rushed to Yinchen like a ghost, but the old man had seen the exaggerated attack distance of the silver-haired boy in front of him, and he knew that the only way to defeat Yinchen was to shorten the distance as much as possible, and rush in front of him at all costs, otherwise all magic moves would be useless.

Yinchen felt the heat spurting out of the old man's palms, domineering and fierce, and he even clearly saw a trace of blue-green light coming out of the old man's two palms. Before the figure arrived, a strong and scorching energy had already rushed to his face, if he didn't take any measures to resist and dodge, I was afraid that before the old man's palms fell on his body, Yinchen's body would be torn apart by an invisible huge force.

Silver Dust still stood still, as if frightened and stupid. There was not the slightest ripple in the silver pupils, not even the slightest divine light, it was simply a look of a wandering object. However, in front of him, or in front of the Rising Sun Venerable, countless pitch-black runes suddenly gathered.

Thousands of hands go to the sky and forbid the big seal.

This is a black sealing magic, which is generally used to restrict the opponent's movements, but at this time, these black runes did not surround the Rising Sun Master, let alone seal him, but gathered more and more in front of him, and finally turned into a black shield.

The Gangfeng completely disintegrated invisibly, and the power of the thunder and lightning, the power of the wind, or the huge mechanical thrust in the Gangfeng all disappeared in an instant because of the absolute stillness of the air. Wind is the power generated by the flow of air, and thunder is the attribute of air friction, if the air does not flow, then all the so-called power of wind and thunder has become water without a source, a tree without roots, and it is impossible to exert any power at all.

Silver Dust took advantage of this little bit of superficial and even superficial truth, sealing the air between him and the Rising Sun Master with dark magic, turning it into a static or even solidified thing to crack the Rising Sun Master's killing moves, which is a deeper understanding of the elemental rules, which is a technique that only the Holy Magister can master.

Silver Dust has reached the strength of Qi Transformation, and it is not just an increase in magical power. As a magician, while leveling up, he gained more understanding of nature, the elements, and even the world, as well as various knowledge of mysterious sources, the more the magician cultivated, the closer he was to a wise man who mastered everything, rather than a martial artist who destroyed the world.

"You want to kill me?" said Silver Dust slowly through a wall of void air. He slowly stretched his hand out of his moon-white sleeve, his left hand pitch black, and his right hand silver-white.

"Demon Pavilion's dogs, damn it!" the Venerable Rising Sun snorted, withdrew his palms, and took a defensive stance in front of Silver Dust, knowing that once his attempt to approach Silver Dust failed, he would have to put on a defensive posture to deal with the overwhelming attack.

There was a little cold light in the old man's slightly cloudy yellow-black eyes, and he was quickly turning his mind to think about how to kill this tricky silver-haired boy in the shortest possible time, the old man knew very well the strength of Silver Dust, and he was nine times in his body, and this kind of strength was not enough for the old man.

He wouldn't have known in advance that Silver Dust had been upgraded to a Holy Master.

"Okay, okay, we were born in the Demon Pavilion to be killed by you, really. Yinchen complained impatiently: "If you want to rob me of something, just say it, what kind of high-sounding reason I don't like to hear!"

"Boy, are you still a little enlightened, are you?, the people of the Demon Pavilion, they don't deserve to live in this world at all!" the old man of the rising sun roared, and with a single palm, he smashed the dark magic seal of the silver dust away.

His next palm had almost landed on Silver Dust's body. At this time, the distance between them was not more than a zhang at all, and the old man's palm only waved out more than half, but the transparent wind emitted hit the silver dust in an instant.

Silver Dust was knocked away by a huge force, and golden-colored points of light escaped from his body, which were all that was left of his light-based magic shield. The magic of the coronation of the gods is not ordinary defensive magic.

Although the shield is broken, but the silver dust has not been harmed in the slightest, the crowning of the gods belongs to a very rare regulatory shield, and it is completely immune to a certain degree of attack (no matter what kind of fierce attack), only when the power of the attack reaches a certain level, it will become a magic shield that "offsets a fatal blow", this magic shield can be large or small, and can be expanded into a huge ball with a diameter of 100 meters, and its texture feels like a slightly hot tempered glass.

And what made the old man Shengyang's face even more ugly was that the distance between Yinchen and him was rapidly increasing because of the "Empty Breaking Palm" he issued.

The silver dust that was "knocked away" responded to the old man's palm in mid-air, and even his palm action was maliciously copying the old man's "broken empty palm", and the palm of Yinchen's right hand burst out with a golden light, and then split into three lightsabers in the shape of a hidden weapon that was almost as huge as a bone awl, and the three golden flying swords of light flew towards the old man violently, and the original formless and qualitative light, because the high temperature attached to it distorted the air, and actually made a sound like a sharp weapon breaking the air during the flight.

The piercing scream made the Venerable Master of the Rising Sun mistake the golden light sword for the golden bronze sword made of physical flying sword, and he didn't want to raise his hand is a palm, his palm wind sounded like a murderous storm, how could there be a little bit of the appearance of a human fairy wind in the righteous path.

The violent wind pressure blew the silver dust back many meters again. A burst of wind and snow swirled in Yinchen's pupils again, and with a wave of the other empty palm, another burst of the Heavenly Light Divine Cannon shot out.

Six golden lightsabers were wrapped in the evil wind, forming a triangular queue in the air, like a school of man-eating fish, continuously crashing into the transparent wind emitted by the old man of the rising sun, and a twisted ripple appeared in the air, and after a few low explosions, blood splattered.