The wind froze suddenly.

Silver Dust's immature voice sounded like a hell at this time. The blazing afternoon sun disappeared into the darkness that suddenly widened at the same time as he appeared. The shadows on the ground vanished, and dark clouds swirled in the sky, swirling in a whirlpool that could engulf the city.

In the center of the whirlpool, a faint fire lit up.

The few people who were fighting stopped the moment the wind disappeared, but before they could even look back at what was happening, they felt a burst of wind blow across their cheeks, and one of them, or the Zhenguo Duke who was besieged by several of them, suddenly let out a scream, and the robe on the lower half of his body, together with the chain mail worn inside, turned into scattered, twisted fragments in a black stream of light.

The power of darkness, not under pressure, not corrosive, but distorted.

The black sky is just a god's cannon.

On the mage's shoulder, darkness gathered, revealing a shoulder-mounted gravitational wave cannon. 143 mm caliber, recoilless.

The pitch-black cannon of the pitch-black mage still sprayed out of the barrel of the cannon with a purple light edge, and the direction of the jet, the space itself was distorted into a funnel-shape, not to mention the human body that was hit.

The moment the fragments of the chain mail were thrown away by the gravitational instability field, the spiritual light of the mysterious weapons flickered up, and then extinguished like embers in the wind, the broken armor of the robe and the brocade pants under the chain mail were torn apart, and only the two bare legs composed of flesh and blood were exposed to the silent cold air. The old Zhenguo Gong completely relied on the talisman to block this thunderous blow.

However, he could not block more bombardment. A flame erupted from the muzzle of the Black Sky Gang Divine Cannon.

Tyrant Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon.

The flames turned into a dark dragon, and the roaring dragon roar shook the air into a thunderous roar. Zhen Guogong, who had been hit by a shot, reacted at this time, roared, and puffed up the wind of his whole body to slash at the Demon Palace's prison flames.

"Bai Yong Divine Soul Strike!"

The wind turned into a cyan flash that split the dragon in half. The red flames of the Demon Temple's Hell Flame flickered for a moment, and suddenly turned into a black mist, which dispersed in the air and slowly disappeared. Zhen Guogong held a knife in one hand, and held the eight-sided exquisiteness in the other, the upper body was blue, and the momentum was tumbling to make up for the rest, and he was in a good posture of giving up on me, but the bare legs really destroyed his image, if it weren't for the fact that there was no wind at all at this time, he was afraid that the half-cut short robe shaking in the breeze would be able to expose the work that had plagued countless poor virgins.

However, the pitch-black magician, looming in the dim sky, only the cold ice-colored gaze locked on Zhen Guogong.

Zhen Guogong shrunk his neck slightly, he could feel the murderous aura emanating from the black figure ten steps away, just like those competitors around him, the murderous aura was clear and huge, and the energy contained in it was completely beyond their guessing. Everyone present was shocked by that murderous aura, and no one dared to take the initiative.

The meaning of the murderous aura is clear, even if the mage can't kill them all at once, he can at least kill any of them in an instant. These people, these people who already have evil intentions, have no chance of winning unless they work together to form a military formation to deal with the dark mage, regardless of casualties.

But these people are all here to compete for the throne, how can they cooperate with the person who just wanted to kill him with a knife?

As a result, the scene was deadlocked, and Zhen Guogong's bare legs trembled imperceptibly under the pressure of the Momentum Buff Magic Tribulation. The Jianzhou slave behind him, who had been watching the battle coldly, seemed to remember that he and Grandpa Guo were in the same group at this time, Shi Shiran walked up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the eight-sided exquisite.

As if he was eager to hand the hot potato to others, the hand holding the light vessel took advantage of the situation to meet it, but at this moment, the Jianzhou slave suddenly screamed, and an astonishing and destructive flame burst out all over his body, as if all the bones were instantly drained away, and he fell down like soft mud.

He fell on the shoulders of Grandpa Guo, and there was no longer any support on his body, only a small part of his neck could still move.

He turned his face, stared at Yinchen, and said viciously: "Boy, do you know what the consequences will be if you provoke us Dengbro?"

"The city of Panyang was destroyed, and the state was destroyed. With Silver Dust's fingertips, the scarlet Demon Temple Hellflame slowly extinguished, and the fire on that Jianzhou slave was also extinguished, but he didn't stand up again.

The magician's unceremonious words were like a plague spreading in the black air, causing everyone who was faintly surrounding to take a step back, even the prince who was hiding in the dark was even deeper.

"Idiot!" King Xian shook his head, as if looking at the mentally handicapped: "The power of the people of Jianzhou is what you can imagine!"

"I really don't have time to care about their power. Yinchen took a step forward, teleported in front of Guogong, gently stretched out his hand, and took away the eight-sided exquisiteness in Guogong's hand, and then a flame lit up in his hand.

Guogong and the lampburo attendant screamed at the same time, and both fell to the ground. At the same moment, King Xian, King Mei, King of the East, King of the West, King of the South, King of the North, Duke Wei Guo, Duke Hengguo, and all kinds of strange princes exchanged glances with each other, and at the same time roared, and the long knives, clubs, short swords, and stabbing swords were like a sudden rainstorm, shrouding down towards the back of Yinchen's head—

A blood-red sword light silently appeared in the space that suddenly became darker, and with a breath of burning energy, it slashed through all the hands of the princes in an endless roar. Swords, clubs, iron halberds, and bronze ge, all broke in the darkest moment, and the roar of the hammer sweeping through the steel was wrapped in a tooth-aching sound of metal breaking, filling into the raging wind. Where the blood-red wind swept by, everything inevitably split into flakes that fell to the left and right.

The figure of the little fat man appeared like a god in the dark sky. He was still dressed in heavy armor, holding a giant machete in the style of a dragon slayer knife in both hands, but this time, the blade was smooth and pitch black, and there was not a single line.

"Slaughter the city at night. ”

The darkness that could not be seen suddenly came, and the blood-red firelight of the sword flickered in the darkness one after another, each flickering was accompanied by a scream or moved to another color, swirling with the light of an explosion, and the exclamations of the princes were faint and vague, as if coming from afar. The blood-colored sword light lit up from the nearest place, flickered and extinguished, and then flickered away into the distance, and finally exploded into a blood-red frenzy about five or six hundred paces away.

The thick darkness was like some kind of cloud, even the sound was absorbed, and it was impossible to detect into the darkness, and there seemed to be an invisible weight rolling, and a cold that faced the emptiness of existence. Three minutes later, the sword light was lit up for the last time, extinguished for the last time, and the darkness that suddenly descended, as if the curtain had been lifted, disappeared with the same surprise, and even the swirling black clouds overhead.

As the light fell, the surroundings slowly became clearer. In the corner of the ruin-like palace, the pitch-black figure is still standing, and the princes who are besieging and killing are all in a pool of blood, even if they don't die, they will no longer have any combat power, the young little prince, even if he was hiding in the grass, was slashed twice, and the Jianzhou slaves behind these people have all been in a different place, and they can't die anymore.

Beside the pitch-black demon shadow, the majestic figure in heavy armor was still the same, no different from the appearance he had just emerged, as if it was a statue made of black iron, and it had not moved for several lifetimes. The pitch-black armor, the pitch-black blade, and the pitch-black sword qi constitute the name of the dark night slaughtering the city and the pitch-black ten thousand beheadings.

"In the end, it's up to you to make it. The pitch-black magician picked up the small bronze weapon in his hand, his tone was half self-deprecating, half helpless, once upon a time, dealing with masters was the business of his companions, he was better at dealing with military formations, but now, as a mage, he had to shoulder some kind of responsibility, swapping the battle position with his friends.

"It's okay, I'm good at this kind of thing. He smiled indifferently and glanced at his surroundings. "No one will come for a while, but if you want to count the next generation, do you need me to keep watch?"

"No, you can't. Yinchen didn't say that he didn't need it, but instead used a stronger word that could not be refused. "When presiding over the ceremony, the translated energy hurts everyone around you without distinction between friend and foe, which is no joke. ”

"Then I'll go back first, something is called me. As he spoke, he disappeared into the shadows.

"Rebels and thieves. ...... Don't die well......"

The prince or prince was not yet dead, and a faint voice came from under his feet, but it couldn't attract the attention of the magician at all. The black-robed magic god chose a relatively clean and flat ground, stretched out his hand, and a small pool of blood appeared on the ground, the blood in the pool boiled, and a golden light surfaced on the surface of a magic circle that was not fine, and indeed a magic circle drawn by blood also appeared around, a total of six circles. The style is very rugged,. There are more mystical spell rituals that look like shamans than precise spell casting rituals that resemble mages.

Yinchen sucked up the blood in the blood pool, supplemented by freezing gas, Mr. Zhang condensed into a triangular frame of Xuanbing, and then placed the eight-sided exquisite dragon on the top of the tripod with great importance, and the preparation was ready.

"I don't know if these guys know or not, the so-called eight-sided exquisiteness is actually a part of the Zhenguo Sacred Weapon left by the Sixth Dynasty, that is, a part of the legendary Sacred Weapon that can resist the divine right of the monarch and can only be used once. The majesty of the king, the national ancestor, the divine right of the monarch, the foundation of the great cause, these holy weapons are more powerful than the other, but the quality is not as good as one, the majesty of the king and the national Zuo can be inherited for thousands of years, the divine authority of the monarch can be inherited for a hundred years at most, and the foundation of the great cause can not even be satisfied with the service life of 10 years. In the final analysis, these so-called holy weapons are all exchanged for the blood of the screen name. Evil magic weapons. Or rather, it was through a blood sacrifice that some kind of weapon was launched. After all, there has almost never been a real, forged artifact in this world. ”

"Sister, as the will of the world, does not allow human beings to develop the power of faith, so the holy weapon that can condense the national spirit to determine the world and show orthodoxy can only be forged with human flesh and blood. Even if the real foundation of the great cause has been destroyed, with this ritual vessel that condenses thousands of flesh and blood and hope as an offering, the forbidden technique launched can also destroy the divine authority of the monarchy that is close to the time limit in one fell swoop, even if it cannot be destroyed, as long as it is suppressed for one moment, the balance of victory and defeat is no longer something that the slaves of Jianzhou can support. ”

Yinchen's plan is like this, it can't be said to be very thorough, and even a little hasty, in the advent of the evil god and the Jianzhou slave is bigger, Yinchen's action is inevitably a little urgent and panicked, because everyone can see that every minute of delay, the foundation of Jianzhou slaves ruling the Central Plains will be stable, and the poison of the entire Central Plains civilization will be deeper.

Civilization 315 may no longer be in danger of being reset due to the fall of the Arctic base, but if left unchecked, this civilization will eventually be lost in the Great Talent Slave Road and return to primitiveness and barbarism.

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