"That's all!" Bai Prison Flat Mouth: "It's really like that to deal with those generals who are swollen like leather balls in the imperial court......" He said, the Pu knife in his hand flashed, and the three overlord blades actually finished in the shape of a glyph and flew straight towards Liu Fuyun.

Liu Fuyun's face really changed this time, and he hurriedly made a side flash to let go of the knife and didn't want to worship him, and then he flashed the opportunity, and directly launched his famous stunt charge, and rushed straight in front of him with a violent wind pressure.

When!

Liu Fuyun hurriedly took a breath, held the sword in both hands and exerted all his strength, only to hold the knife that Bai Prison handed out casually, and he even took a step back. Prison Worship leaned his bare head closer to Liu Fuyun, and whispered with a hideous and vicious expression that only demonic people have, "...... But if you use it to deal with me, then you are wrong, if you only use the wind pressure mystery, the speed of my prison can be more than 20% of your stone!"

"Impossible!" Liu Fuyun staggered back many steps before finally escaping from the monster-like arm strength of the prison worship, Xu felt that his retreat just now was very shameless, so he hurriedly put on an elegant posture of a literati swordsman, and the sword was cold to the bald head.

"Don't believe it, that's good, anyway, my "Night Slaughter City" has only been practiced to the point where it can emit wind pressure, so you can try the power today. Bai Prison stared at Liu Fuyun's eyes seriously, and said seriously: "You have to hide, you have to hide, you guys should know what level of "Night Slaughter City" is, right?"

"I ......" Liu Fuyun's face turned pale, and when he heard the words "Slaughter the City at Night", he had already lost half of his courage, he was ready to surrender, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't say the words "admit defeat", as if he had forgotten the pronunciation of those two words in an instant. He opened his mouth, and finally could only stomp his foot fiercely, and his empty hand sealed again, summoning a huge tornado phoenix out of thin air to transform into a bright green gas shield, firmly protecting himself.

The Night Slaughter Knife Technique is a more terrifying style than the strongest sword technique that can be bought on the market, the Rainstorm Alluring City Knife Technique. It is one of the most powerful attack routines in the world of divine skills. Once the slaughter of the city at night is carried out, it is said that within a radius of one mile, the city is broken and killed, and the armor is broken, as if the night is approaching, and the army slaughters the city.

Liu Fuyun condensed all his will, all his mind, and prepared to deal with the impending stormy attack, but suddenly saw the Pu knife in the prison worship's hand, which completely turned blood red.

The blood-red thunder light symbolizes the end of the world.

The surrounding light dimmed, and Bai Hell let out a battle cry like a tiger's roar, and even forgot about the gathering wind, and slashed directly with the knife, but the moment he raised it to the next split, his whole person disappeared.

The surrounding light has become very dim, and in the "Night Slaughter City" divine skill that has been transformed by silver dust, the wind element has been transformed into a dark element through a certain transformation, and the dark canopy has unconsciously activated because of the operation of the Hell's own divine skill, creating a dark and oppressive field, and in this dark field like a disaster and night, blood-colored swords and rays of blood flashed out from all directions, as if a group of Grim Reapers, wielding deadly hooks and sickles, brutally harvesting the entire piece of life.

Although "Slaughtering the City at Night" is a one-on-one move, it was forced to summon the terrifying prestige of the army slaughtering the city. The blood-colored sword flashed, the wind cracked the air, the city was destroyed, and in the center of the dark field, there were three short blade strikes, and then I remembered the miserable howl like Liu Fuyun's air defense siren.

Blood gushed out and fell on the sand, gurgling and bubbling with many bubbles, like boiling water. An arm flew five meters away. Landing on the sand twice, it was roughly still, and the fingers on the severed arm were still twitching slightly, silently expressing severe pain.

After the mad knife, the blood sprayed out like a blooming end, and Liu Fuyun, who had hundreds of deep and shallow wounds up and down his body, knelt down, then fell forward, and then rolled wildly on the ground for three weeks, and finally remained motionless. His screams were like an alarm that was gradually lifting, from high-pitched to low, then to faint, and finally to a dying exhale.

The figure of the bald little fat man slowly emerged from behind him, and bright red lightning still bubbled from time to time on the Pu knife in his hand.

"Satisfied?" Bai Prison casually threw down the Pu knife, turned around and walked towards Jiang Lishi, Jiang Lishi laughed and patted his shoulder armor, handed him back the attack dragon tooth, Bai Prison re-hung the treasure holy weapon on his back, hugged his arms and looked at Zhen Duoshi coldly, and there was a posture of pulling out a knife and slashing people without saying a word.

Zhen Duoshi Nunu mouthed, but didn't say anything, at this time, among the two masters of the Void Retreat beside him, an old man with a white face and long beard came out of the crowd, walked into the circle calmly, and the aura of the Gang Wind in the Void High Section emanated, shocking the audience, his realm was one level higher than Yang Ziyi.

He shook his hand, as if he wanted to take some weapon, but before the weapon arrived, he couldn't wait to challenge: "Who is going to fight?" As soon as his words fell, Yang Ziyi, who was also returning to the void realm, walked out slowly with a smile: "Do you really think that you can win by making a small level than the concubine?" After she finished speaking, she saw Yinchen rush to the circle first.

"It's finally me. The magician's tone was not only excited, but also a disturbing taste of pranksters: "Let's say it first, if you have only reached the realm of returning to the void by cultivating divine skills, then it is better for you to admit defeat early......" After he finished speaking, he started the Heavenly Tribulation like a sneak attack.

The aura of the peak of the Yuan Infant burst out, and everyone present was startled, and the magician raised his right hand a little proudly, allowing everyone to see his palm that slowly turned golden: "See clearly, although I myself only have a poor cultivation that has entered the body, but this treasure holy weapon...... The Yuanying master's body protection wind can't stop it. He put down his hand and looked at the old man who had returned to the peak of emptiness playfully: "Do you still want to fight?"

The corners of the old man's mouth squirmed a few times, and finally he nodded fiercely, and then slowly pulled out a simple long sword from his waist, the long sword was not metallic, but rocky, long and wide, thick and thick, but a circle of blue-green light on the blade flickered and dimmed, showing that it was a treasure of outstanding quality.

The magician raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect that among these poor ghosts, he could find a few guys who used divine weapons, but he was relieved to think about it, after all, it was impossible to remove his holy weapon-level hand, so the person on the opposite side could only use divine weapons to fight.

The white-faced and long-bearded elder didn't show any jealousy towards the magician holding the divine weapon, after all, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and although the divine soldier was good, he couldn't completely ignore the disparity in cultivation between the two sides.

Neither of them spoke again, and Zhen Duoshi, who was standing on the side, would not have shouted out "Start!" as recklessly as last time, as if a long wind was gradually rising. The magician's long hair slowly fluttered into a Senluo banner, and the old man's pale long braids also flew into a white dragon-like horse, and both of them exuded an otherworldly immortal atmosphere.

On the side of the Golden Dao Gate, everyone, including Yang Ziyi, didn't worry about him because Yinchen only had the strength to enter the body, because no one would be stupid enough to believe that he only had the strength to enter the body. In fact, Silver Dust is only really a small powerhouse who enters the body when he does not use any buff magic (including the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa and the Heavenly Tribulation) and only uses the wind magic.

Silver Dust ignited the mana and urged the Heavenly Tribulation Magic with all his might, even at the expense of shutting down the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, which had been running non-stop, and the momentum of his whole body gradually exuded a huge terrifying charm like a desolate ancient beast.

The desolate aura alerted the old man, he knew that he couldn't delay any longer, he had to defeat the kid in front of him before he completely exploded in momentum, otherwise he was afraid that he wouldn't even have the courage to make a move, he took a long sword horizontally, and immediately put on a not too rigorous defensive posture, while the other hand slowly moved behind him.

The magician had already seen that the old man had several lancets hidden in his other hand.

"Some, Luo Yingzi, no faction scattered cultivation. The old man's voice was peaceful, showing a Mahayana style, and it was hard to imagine that he was a demonic cultivator who was good at sneak attacks and poisoning.

"Silver dust, the heir of the immortal road, the golden knife gate is enshrined. As the magician spoke, the momentum on his body suddenly changed rapidly, transforming from a great magician of unknown level with mana to the direction of those immortal cultivators who only existed in Chinese legends.

Behind him, a single realm of ice slowly opened.

A storm raged around him, and in this completely windless underwater world, white wind blades gathered from all directions, pushing the rich water vapor in the air, almost gathering into auspicious clouds around him.

The white robe was flying, the silver hair was fluttering, and countless points of light emerged from the thin air, quickly condensing around him, turning into thirteen flying swords with brilliant circulation, each of which was as famous as the killing of the sun.

It was a powerful magic of the same level as the True Yang Fall, materializing a single forbidden spell, killing gods and destroying Luo Xianqu.

The golden lightsaber swirled around the long wind, and the silver dust at this time did not look like a magician at all on the surface, but rather like a young cultivator who had just peeked into the door.

The dark mana burned to the extreme, and it actually changed into the power of light, turning into a halo of light around the body, but it was very similar to the external mana of "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao", absorbing the silver dust of the Xuanli, and his mana was unconsciously transforming into a semi-gaseous and semi-energy body similar to the mana of cultivation.

The golden light cover body, the immortal aura lingers, and the momentum of the silver dust at this time, like the primeval beast that is about to wake up, has already surpassed the realm of the primordial infant, under the oppression of such momentum, the old man who returns to the void is afraid that he will not even be able to exert eighty percent of his usual strength.

"Stinky boy, look at the move!" The old man, also known as Luo Yingzi, could no longer stand his momentum that seemed to be almost infinitely enhanced, and took the lead in charging straight up with the body of an extraordinary warrior to meet the young "immortal" of Silver Dust.

Luo Yingzi raised his sword to attack, but he did not use the staggered defense, because he himself was not sure that he could achieve a melee instant kill against a person holding a peerless divine weapon, and he must always pay attention to dodging the opponent's weapon, or the opponent's right hand.

At this time, Yinchen, even in his heart, was a bit like an immortal person, and when he saw the enemy striding towards him, he just smiled lightly, and then flicked his sleeves very casually.

The original neat inner secret weapon heavy technique was completely out of shape by him, and with a wave of his hand at will, the wide sleeves suddenly swelled, and a mighty fire dragon flew out of Zong's roar from inside.

The fire dragon didn't roar, and rushed straight towards Luo Yingzi. The old man sneered, and as soon as he made a mistake in his charging footwork, he dodged to avoid the fire dragon's bite. The fire dragon emitted by the silver dust was more than three meters long, and after flying out of its sleeve completely, it circled and flew into the sky like a python, and let out a short dragon groan condescendingly.

Luo Yingzi's heart was full of alarm, and he suddenly performed light skills, and finally dodged the three falling fireballs with a flying pounce, and three pillars of smoke immediately rose on the sand, and the scorching wind was filled with fine sand, flying out, hitting the faces of the surrounding people, and it hurt very much.

Most of the people who formed a circle around the Colosseum carried the protective wind to block the sudden flying sand attack, but no one dared to make the slightest sound of dissatisfaction, because the silver-white figure in the field really made them afraid.

Luo Yingzi, who was unscathed, let out a long laugh again, and at the moment when the scorching sand obscured his vision, he shook his hand and sent out three lancets, and the edge of the metal flashed away, but the little dark red light on it was still discovered by the audience.

The three lancets were like floating lights, and they arrived in front of Yinchen in an instant, but at this moment, Yinchen was no longer the magician of the year, his subconscious had been completely engulfed by the Heavenly Tribulation Yuanshen, and all of his gestures were all Gu Immortal's demeanor, he subconsciously spread his mana on his sleeves, and the dark magic exploded, and on the silver-white soft fabric, a layer of black necromantic metal reflected quickly appeared, and he instinctively threw out a pair of water sleeve movements, he almost did not have the foundation of opera at all, and he actually did much more standard than Feng Lieshan's old ghost, and rolled the three flying knives into his sleeves on the spot, and then followed, A set of hidden weapon routines with heavy techniques are displayed, and in the wide sleeves, in addition to the three flying knives that return from the dark original road, it is a fireball that seems to be falling from the sky with a shower of stars.

The terrifying scene of the river Han star illusion suddenly appeared after the smoke and dust dissipated, and it really frightened half of Luo Yingzi's soul away from his body. The old guy knew that he couldn't dodge under such a large-scale attack, so he could only grit his teeth, stomp his foot, and with a sudden wave of the long sword in his hand, he wiped out all the fireballs that Zhou Tian shot indiscriminately.