He stopped, letting the runes of light and flame merge in the darkest and most hidden corner of the sleeve, a huge cannon barrel stretched out from the sleeve, and then the sleeve on the side of his right hand was directly broken, and the huge red body engulfed Silver Dust's shoulder and right hand, turning into a shoulder-mounted cannon, Silver Dust's knees bent slightly, he knew that he couldn't jump even with the help of magic at this time, let alone run, he could only walk slowly, and the weight on his shoulders began to absorb a lot of his stamina.

Silver Dust casually ejected two runes, and the darkness and the last flame met at the fingertips, turning into a circle of bunker-like depleted uranium armor. Silver Dust ducked behind, took a slight aim, and then pulled the trigger.

The orange-red muzzle glows with a deadly red glow.

The light flew out of the muzzle of the cannon and turned into a huge fireball with a diameter of one meter.

The fireball slammed into the black ballista, instantly turning into a three-shot armor-piercing blasting projectile that pierced through layers of cold iron armor at a lethal velocity of Mach 92, exploding inside the structure that was loaded with Jianzhou slaves and fragile wood.

The exploding flames were filled with rings of red flame-colored runes, and the runes were Chiyou's anger.

The flames erupted, and another scorched red mushroom cloud rose, and the mountain path cracked, and editorials scattered, and the ballista and everything inside splattered like blood at 2,300 degrees.

The war horse attached to the ballista instantly turned into a cloud of green smoke in a mournful roar.

It wasn't until the flames spread into a huge cloud with a diameter of three meters that the explosion sounded like muffled thunder.

Then, the next big fireball whistled out of the cannon hole.

......

Tyrant Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon.

Thirteen clean shells dumped the ambitions of the northerners into the fire, turning them into dust.

When the dust and mist gradually rose and the flames rose, Silver Dust stopped and lifted the magic, at this time, all the runes on his body disappeared, and the only thing he could rely on was the Demon Cry Slash Fist and the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws.

There was no figure behind him, and in front of him, in a brilliant flame, the image of Prince Su's cold and rigid appeared.

"Satisfied?" Silver Dust's voice spread out in the storm, with a high-minded, even slightly offensive, but more ruthless mage. The explosion and fire besieged the iron army of more than a thousand Jianzhou slaves, except for the less than four hundred "Qinglong Decisive Battle Battalion" that had long been wiped out, these soldiers of the Eight Banners of Jianzhou were not any bit stronger than those guys in Blood Yang City. And what they have to face is a terrifying person who is not at the same level as the silver dust in Blood Yang City.

The mage, who stood alone and proudly, was not only still isolated at this time, but also lost the power of magic, and all he could rely on was the inheritance on his hands, but he still did not take a step back, and even slowly walked down the slope, approaching the wall of the northerners' iron armor step by step.

The bow and crossbow were urgently drawn out and lined up in a jungle-like array of arrows, facing him menacingly, but the mage, who was burned by his own bravery and infinite pride, could not care about this little weak intimidation. He walked step by step, there was hardly any fluctuation of breath on his silver body, and even the breath of a person was almost gone, just like a ghost floating in him.

"Left protector, take down the demon. Standing at the end of the mountain road, Nalan Yewang watched the silver dust and endless arrogance come over, and let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction in his nose, he was dissatisfied with the clumsiness of his men, and also dissatisfied with the so-called "decisive battle camp" on the top of the mountain that claimed that four hundred people could capture a southern city and attack and kill Taishou. The thorns who were allocated to him at the Eight Banners Conference who almost completely disobeyed orders made him very unaccustomed to it, and now, the boundless combat power they boasted about had not been shown, which naturally disappointed Nalan Yewang.

At this time, the loss of thirteen ballistas did not make Nalan Yewang feel sad for the time being, because he felt that if he was no longer ruthless, his old life, which had not yet enjoyed all the glory and wealth, would be confessed in the fire.

The guards around him were all using the wind to disperse the flames.

"De Ling!" A hoarse voice that almost looked like iron sanded glass came from Nalan Yewang's side, and then a person walked out to the left of this Prince Su, this person was wearing a dark green robe, obviously a figure from the Poison Dragon Sect.

Silver Dust stopped and nodded appreciatively. His actions seem to outsiders to be a compliment to the northerners for following the rules of dueling (in fact, the northerners also have to abide by them), but in fact he is only satisfied that the current battle situation is still under his control.

The calculation in the mage's heart is to have a duel with any of these people, use the Demon Cry Slash Fist to reset the runes on his body, and then rely on teleportation to get out of the melee, activate the runes, and use the magic issued by the runes that can last for a long time and can be controlled at will to solve these people, return to the top of the mountain, rest, and then rescue the next bottle of people, and so on, and finally solve everyone in the secret realm, so that the main soul of the secret realm stares.

Now, this so-called Left Protector has been sent to the door by himself, and Yinchen will naturally not refuse.

"And respect the Poison Dragon Sect Left Protector, where are you waiting for Xiaoxiao, report your name!" The tall, almost fifty-year-old Zuo Protector flew forward, directly bullied into the silver dust within ten meters of him, and did not salute with his fists, just standing proudly in the middle of the mountain road, intercepting the silver dust, looking like a robber cutting the path.

"Left Protector?" Yinchen rubbed his ears: "Is that your name?

"You stinky boy, haven't you heard of the name of the deity?" Zuo Protector snorted coldly: "The deity ......"

"Okay, I know you're not more famous than Sister Feng. Yinchen said indifferently: "I am a mage, and I have seen the left protector. ”

After Yinchen finished speaking, he stretched his hands out of his sleeves and made a gesture of claw gong in front of the left protector, which meant that he used his own kung fu - he deliberately did not conjure any weapons, in fact, he was already digging a pit for the enemy, and his approach was actually not much different from the demon path.

"Hmph, Huangkou Xiao'er, in the end, you don't dare to report your name! Even, you dare to ask for the name of your master?" said Zuo Protector with a sneer, and at the same time, in front of Yinchen, arrogantly, slowly put a pair of one-foot-long iron claws on his hands.

"Alright, Oni Sect. Silver Dust said impatiently, "Can you start?"

"Yes—send you to death!" said the Zuo Protector, and in a flash, he was in front of Silver Dust.

A transparent, cold, and infectious force emanated from his body, and a faint whirlwind surrounded him, converging on the tips of a pair of shiny iron claws. A trace of yellow or green poisonous mist emerged from the iron claws, but it did not disperse, as if another pair of iron claws were grabbing at the throat of Silver Dust.

Yinchen, who originally wanted to launch a staggered defense, was startled, but he didn't expect the other party to "sneak attack" without finishing his words, at this time, there was only less than half a meter left between him and the left protector, and the gang wind gathered on the left protector was enough to have the strength of the nine folds of the Dao.

Silver Dust instinctively wanted to retreat, but he suddenly felt the muscles in his whole body tighten, and immediately realized that although he was a mage, he was still under the influence of the Duel Heavenly Rules, and taking the initiative to retreat would definitely make him lose all his strength for a period of time in the future.

A sharp light flashed in the silver pupils, and the silver hand slammed out, and four slender silver fingers instantly popped out, and with the blessing of the speed of thirty percent faster than the other party, they collided with the steel claw of the left protector.

The fingertips of the silver, like the sharpest cones at this time, struck four tiny openings in the slender claw blades that were wrapped in the poisonous wind.

In the first moment, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing from the center of the battle between the two sides, followed by the explosion of Gangfeng's assault. A circle of poisonous green wind blades spread, blowing the robes of Silver Dust and making a hunting sound, and Silver Dust lost its sleeve, and his bare right hand stepped out with four fingers, hitting the right claw blade handed out by the left protector like a point.

Silver Dust moved sideways to the left, and the left protector also moved to the left, the two staggered past, the left protector's staggered defense was obviously over, and he was dragged by his own poisonous power to run towards the back of Silver Dust, but at the moment when he was wrong with Silver Dust, a thin steel needle flew out of his wide sleeve.

There was only one steel needle, but it was infused with most of the strength of a Ninefold Master of the Convergence Dao, and when the steel needle hit his left side of the face at the moment when Yinchen had not even noticed it, the distance between the two had not yet expanded to a zhang away.

At this time, the power of the Gangfeng infused on the steel needle was almost undiminished, and it fell directly on the face of the silver dust, and the energy shield of the immovable overlord body was activated, transforming this considerable force for the silver dust into thrust.

With a bang, the silver dust was sent flying out by the left protector's blow, and the whole person was embedded in the mountain.

The rubble and bones inside were scattered, and the left protector stopped, turned around gracefully and arrogantly, and then saw Silver Dust coming out of the pit as if nothing had happened—

"How? The deity's elixir is—"

He didn't finish.

The sound of the claw blade hitting the ground sounded so suddenly. The claw blade on the left protector's right hand, at which point the fingertip of the silver dust was lifted, suddenly lit up with orange-red light, which was the "firelight" when the metal was about to melt when it was subjected to high heat, and those four points of light turned into four thin orange-red melting lines at the moment when the left protector said the word "how", and almost in the blink of an eye, the high-grade mystical weapon claw blade worn by the left protector was fused, and the four broken blades fell freely at the same time as he spoke, and fell to the ground when they fell to the ground.

Zuo Protector suddenly stopped, and looked at the pair of mysterious weapons that he had paid countless credits to exchange for from the Poison Dragon Sect, and now in such a little-known and dilapidated place, half of them had been broken for no apparent reason. "Shameless child! Believe it or not, the deity won't give you an antidote! Let you rot to death slowly!" After Zuo Protector was distressed for just a few seconds, his originally calm and vicious heart was filled with irritability and rage.

However, Silver Dust's answer was just a big ball of fire.

"Etiquette is still exchanged, and the flying dragon shoots the thief fire cannon? Silver Dust knew that his small fireball could only be used to synthesize other magic, lighting for heating or making fire, and it was wishful thinking to hit a master of the Convergence Dao, so he directly fired one-third of the Flying Dragon Thief Flame Cannon, which was called "trial work", after launching, the flame rune dissipated, and the other two large fireballs were enchanted on the ten fingertips of the left and right hands respectively, and they would not dissipate unless the Demon Cry Slash Fist was launched.

The left protector, who was about to burst out and bring a few more poisonous needles to Yinchen, saw the big fireball flying, and felt a scorching wind blowing towards him, and immediately didn't dare to hold it up, so he quickly restrained his expression, and took out a brand new steel claw from his arms, and quickly threw down the broken steel claw and replaced it, at the same time, he also moved sideways left and right, dodging the fireball, so that the strange fireball turned a corner in the air, and it took a little more time for him to change his weapon and re-drum up the wind.

The poisonous wind converged on the new claws, turning into four green and metallic sharp rays, and stabbed into the center of the fireball, and the explosion rang out, and the smoke spread. The Left Protector's Body Protector was shaken by the bombardment, and even shrank by a third, but it finally stabilized and was not scattered by a single shot. Half of the sleeve on his right hand had been missing, and the cuffs made of dark green fine silk had turned into a puff of green smoke between the flames and the explosion, revealing the silver light chain mail that had reached his wrist, and the scaly metal on the chain mail had also been shattered with a loud bang, revealing the dark green snake skin underneath, but the snake skin was really resistant to burning, and it was burned by the red flames, and there was not even the slightest scorch.

After the firelight dissipated, the sharp claw blade poked out of the smoke and dust, and pounced like a fierce tiger, the light of the high-grade spirit weapon flashed at the tip of the claw blade, and a spiral of transparent poisonous wind surrounded the pale green tip, heading straight for the throat of the silver dust. When the claw blade was fully protruded, Silver Dust saw that the hand with the claw blade had completely turned a bright red color.

Violent Zhu poisonous hand.

It was a violent Zhu poisonous hand that Silver Dust had never seen before, and layers of crimson Liulan-level poisonous mist steamed up from his hand, but it condensed into an even more huge claw, like the claws of the Abyss Demon, with an irresistible wind pressure towards Silver Dust. The wind blew and the poisonous mist filled the sky, and the poisonous mist emitted by the left protector through this right hand that leaned forward was actually divided into five or six different colors, and each color represented a mature and extremely vicious toxin that had been studied by the Poison Dragon Sect for many years.

Can't hide.

Silver Dust can already see from that poisonous hand that the left protector has thousands of different entry routes, and those routes are combined together, which happens to be a huge poisonous net, sealing all the evasion routes except for retreating, whether flying or retreating, and Yin Chen, who is affected by the heavens, has no possibility of retreating, and retreating in the duel Tianzhi means that he temporarily loses all superhuman power and temporarily becomes a real miracle waster.