A purple halo slowly spreads around the muzzle of the wheel-changing gun, revealing the barrel of the Gatling with a black hole. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe arcane missile attack just now, which is not very powerful, but has a special effect on the mage.

"Arcane missile, no attribute magic, medium attack power, but with high impact power, instantaneous need to be guided, extremely fast rate of fire, high combo rate, high critical strike rate, good attack continuity, with a knockback effect that will inevitably be triggered, a medium probability of triggering a stun effect, the power increases when the arcane impact triggers the rapid-fire rune, and the power increases after the special soul rune is triggered, you can choose to only stun and not damage the target, against people, against alchemy equipment, and against elemental creatures of high-level magic. ”

Silver Dust read the information of the Arcane Missile and shook his head slightly: "It's easy to use, but there's no need to be instantaneous, it's better to leave it for other magic to be a position for an instantaneous spell." He thought, the divine light in his eyes flickered, and a colorful haze slowly rose, and the "instantaneous need for guidance" in the arcane missile instantly became "need guidance".

This means that in the case of non-materialization, the Arcane Missile will not be fired for the first second of Silver Dust's channeled cast.

For this reason, he vacated an instantaneous spell slot, intending to choose a spell to add to it after finding the Golden Knife Gate.

The reason why he did this was because using a machine gun to fire arcane missiles felt more handy, and there was no need to have the only instantaneous spell slot.

"How? Doesn't look like he's been stunned yet. The silver dust dispersed the strangely shaped silver machine gun, and his hands were down, and the infinite treachery had long been hidden in the wide sleeves.

The magician's gaze swept over the whip sword held in Long Aotian's hand, and the scenes in the Blood Yang City came to his heart again, too many righteous paths of the rivers and lakes died in that battle, even if they were not killed on the spot by the Jianzhou Nu'er and the Northern Army, they all died in the prison of Nalan Dieluo. Those iron-clad men, they are the real heroes of the righteous path, if they lived, maybe the world today would not be a situation where the righteous path is declining to almost extinction, right?

Thinking back on this scene, the magician's heart couldn't help but give birth to a hatred that wanted to be tortured and killed.

Magicians kill people, do not abuse the flesh, do not humiliate people, but they will definitely make a big fuss about the weakness of the enemy's heart, turn the most fearful, the most unbearable, and the most painful things of the enemy into the most real nightmare, and let all the enemies they hate die in the deepest despair. This is the killing game of the magicians, and they use this game to warn Zhou Tiansheng: There is justice in the world, and you need to be cautious when doing evil!

"Isn't it just a sneak attack technique......" Long Aotian grinned and stood up, straightening his waist, Yinchen didn't know if his whole posture could alleviate the pain in his back. "Although you have copied the door and died, your strength ...... Hehe, I should say that there is only one weight in the body, right?"

The mage raised an eyebrow at his words, apparently the actual lethality of the Arcane Missile was the same as that of the Entering First Monk's attack. But it doesn't matter, Silver Dust never expected Arcane Missiles to kill.

"yes. The magician directly admitted that his martial arts cultivation was a heavy entry into the body, and there was no pretense, but his magic cultivation was not just a heavy entry into the body, not even a heavy combination of the Dao.

The magician generously admitted it, making Long Aotian's face stiffen, he didn't expect that Yinchen actually didn't jump up because of his strength being spied on: "What? Are you quite confident? Do you know that the difference between you and me is two big realms, and it is an impossible gap to overcome?"

The mage shrugged his shoulders indifferently again, he wouldn't tell Long Aotian that the intensity of his spell amplification was as high as level forty.

"You!" Long Aotian was angered by Yinchen's casual attitude: "Do you think you still have any chance to escape? Do you know what the difference between the two great realms means?"

"Does that mean you're qualified to be noisy in my ear?" the magician rubbed his ears, "Or does it mean that your Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist can come in handy?"

"Means ......"

"Alright!" the magician interrupted him: "Aren't you very powerful? Aren't you Yuna's invincible Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist? Master, I don't believe in evil today, and I'm going to abolish your so-called Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist! Do you dare to fight?"

The magician challenged, but his tone was casual, without any sincerity.

"Fighting?" Long Aotian sneered, his voice was still clear, but the words he said were cold and piercing: "I'll tell you the truth, I, Long Aotian, are here to kill you today! It's useless to beg for mercy or steal and play tricks! Do you think I'll still want to compare with you like last time? Never! I, Long Aotian, am here today, and I'm going to use the two swords in my hand to chop you off piece by piece! Tell you to make me a big deal! Let you make me fail! Let you force me to be cornered and surrender to the northerners!, boy! Do you dare to take the sword?" Long Aotian whispered, a golden-colored sword tip, pointing at Yinchen's eyebrows from afar.

"Better, I just have a sword trick I want to try. The magician sneered: "It's just that you arrogant maniac know what kind of swordsmanship? Don't tell me what the "Hundred Flowers Wrong Sword" is!"

"You really guessed it right, it's that kind of swordsmanship, it's called "Heavenly Flowers Dancing Sword", you dare to take it?"

"Dare!" the magician let out a low sigh, and the five fingers of his right hand were brought together to form a hand knife, and the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws on the tips of the five fingers suddenly merged, turning into a wide blade, sticking out of his sleeve and pointing diagonally at the sand at Silver Dust's right foot.

The edge of the golden sword, a little blue light flashed slightly.

"Well, please advise. Long Aotian still didn't get rid of the habit of being the head of the righteous path, and he danced a sword flower with his right hand and made a gesture of please.

"Master, I use the Ice and Snow Sealing Sword, the source is unknown. Yinchen said coldly, maintaining the broad-bladed lightsaber on his right hand and connecting his palm, and walked towards Long Aotian step by step.

Long Aotian snickered in his heart: "This kid doesn't play that staggered defense? Okay, very good! Let's see how the deity uses the sword to concoct you!"

The big dragon head who thought so in his heart simply put out the starting hand style of the magic skill "Liuyun Sword Technique" to protect the vital point, and the pestle was in place to "brake with static", and the silver dust did not guard against him, and strode to within a zhang, and it seemed that he didn't see his starting hand at all. The magician used his right hand as a sword, and the radiant blade reflected the faces of both sides, the white clothes fluttered, and the long hair flew up, with an otherworldly cold and noble air. Long Aotian used his divine skills, and the breath of pure wind gathered from all around to fill his robe, blowing his pure black swordsman's hair bun, and there was also a trace of the heroic demeanor of the two-sleeved breeze when looking at the mountain. The magician tilted his head slightly, revealing a small expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, but it made Long Aotian feel great irony.

"The first move, "Liuyun Sword Technique"!" Long Aotian suddenly shouted, the short dagger in his right hand danced again and again, and the steps under his feet also followed gracefully, but it was a set of gentle and elegant defensive swordsmanship that guarded the whole body tightly. The magician looked at his sword skills, and actually nodded his head obviously, and then raised his right hand lazily, as if he was going to strike the most basic straight stab in "Clear Wind Decision"?

At the moment when the magician raised his hand, Long Aotian's sword technique changed suddenly, and a fierce light pierced the center of Yinchen's eyebrows almost without warning.

"Sure enough, it's 'Hundred Flowers Wrong Sword'!" The magician turned his head and flashed, but the corners of Long Aotian's mouth suddenly hooked a yin and evil arc, and the wind in his hand spit out, only to hear a loud bang, the golden-colored short sword actually became longer in an instant, turning into a one-handed long sword as long as a spear, and slashed towards Yinchen's shoulder.

The magician took a step sideways, and he avoided his change of tricks in a matter of inches.

At this moment, Long Aotian's moves have been exhausted, he can only retract the wind, retract the long sword, and turn it into a short dagger, and then stab straight at the left hand Dangxiong, but it is the sword style in "White Rainbow Through the Sun".

The magician's pupils trembled slightly, his left hand grabbed slightly, and the water vapor in the air was attracted by a large amount, condensed into a small ice shield, and collided with the straight sword style, but Long Aotian's wrist shook suddenly, and the short dagger suddenly turned into a long whip, and the sharp tip of the whip slashed a graceful arc under the shock of the wind, directly bypassing the ice shield and directly taking the eyebrows of Silver Dust.

Silver Dust hurriedly retreated, avoiding the blow, as he retreated, his own momentum suddenly dropped a step, the wind around him didn't seem to listen to him, and Long Aotian's momentum rose, surging with a murderous Gangfeng, and he pounced like a hungry tiger.

"How?" he roared, and the momentum on his body rose out of thin air, and there was already a faint tiger roar in the wind all over his body.

"Awesome!" Yinchen retreated one after another as if resigned to his fate, watching Long Aotian chase after him, but the sword skill in his hand was a defensive sword skill like "Shouyuan Sword", and he couldn't figure out the details of his next move, and the momentum around his body was leaked again and again with retreat, almost to the bottom.

"Then give the deity death!" Long Aotian shouted, his hands casually dancing a sword flower, and then he actually used a moment of scenery stabbing with both hands at the same time.

This is his killer move, it seems that the defense is actually completely abandoning the defense, and the two hands are at the same time to send out a decisive sword, it is not easy for an ordinary strong person to prevent one move, let alone block two moves at the same time.

This style, but his specialty in the battle, how many demons and righteous ways hated it? Long Aotian himself couldn't remember it clearly.

However, the cruelty of reality is far beyond his imagination.

Silver Dust moved, and finally made a move.

His figure was divided into four at once, and at the same time flashed to both sides, just this hand, he made Long Aotian completely unaware of what to do, the four silver dusts were exactly the same, and they couldn't tell each other at all, and it seemed that the four silver dusts were all out of their swords.

This is a siege! Duel under the rules of heaven can still be besieged?

Obviously, Long Aotian thought too much, three of the four silver dusts disappeared, and the last silver dust was in the direction of two o'clock on his right side, Long Aotian immediately responded, withdrew his left hand, protected the vital point, and then pulled his right hand horizontally, and Gangfeng was about to spit out-

Silver Dust raised his hand and swung a sword.

He only made one sword.

But he's a magician.

A cross-shaped sword qi, a cross-shaped sword qi that could only be completed by two horizontal and vertical swords, burst out from the radiant blade and shrouded Long Aotian fiercely. Long Aotian was shocked, and quickly withdrew his right hand as well, and used a short dagger to prevent the vital point.

The sword qi fell on his body, and an incomparably clear sharp pain came, Long Aotian's eyes bulged, his pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and the fear in his heart had completely suppressed the pain in his body.

He didn't expect that the power of this white-robed child's thunderous blow was actually equivalent to the realm of Hedao.

It's a good fit!

That's a blow he can't bear!

Long Aotian knew that he was two catties, he was not distracted by the triple peak, and when he fought with people in the realm of Hedao, there was absolutely no chance of winning.

He Lang Xiang stepped back, and the cross-shaped wound on his body should have spurted blood, right?

He took a few steps back, but he didn't find a drop of blood on his body, the sharp pain quickly disappeared after the outbreak just now, and the most obvious feeling on his body was cold.

Cold that penetrates the bone marrow.

The figure of the magician cracked again, almost turning into seven or eight silver dusts, and almost in the time it took to breathe, the pale magician came to him, and then raised his hand with a sword-

Not a sword, but a whole set of sword paths.

That set of sword path Long Aotian understands in seconds, it is not a particularly gorgeous and weird sword path is upright, simple and direct, a crape myrtle killing aura comes to his face, it is a set of swordsmanship that righteous people like, but with the wind of that swordsmanship, it is so gorgeous and weird that Long Aotian can not understand it completely.

Fengyuan Continent, the world of divine skills, the world's martial arts, under one move is an action, and it can only send out a gangfeng, sword skills are no exception, a sword is a sword qi, a style is an attack out of the sword, there is no exception, but the white boy in front of Long Aotian In a sword, he can actually send out two cross-shaped sword qi that cross each other at the same time, which is not too exaggerated, what's more, Yinchen in the last few moves of a set of sword paths, actually every sword attack, exudes three or five cross-shaped sword qi, his set of simple swordsmanship, just sent out a wave of brilliant and magnificent cross flash torrent that people simply can't parry。

Long Aotian can't stop this kind of swordsmanship at all, not to mention anything else, the so-called martial arts in the world is only fast and unbreakable, and the speed at which the magician now makes a sword is almost the same as that of the super master of Yuanying Daquan.

The pit, it's just too pit! A little hairy child who exudes a heavy wind into the body, the speed of the Yuan Infant and the power of the Dao! In the sword path of Yinchen, there is not a little killing intent, otherwise Long Aotian would have to be broken on the spot.

Long Aotian retreated, he had to retreat, he couldn't block any sword of Yinchen, retreating in exchange for survival, but I don't know when, he couldn't retreat, he couldn't move, his body was completely controlled by the cold, like a corpse occupied by evil spirits.

The cold passes through the bone marrow, climbs up the nerves, and crawls into the brain. Long Aotian shuddered suddenly, and then found that his vision had completely turned blue from bottom to top.

The eardrums were full of clicking and condensing sounds.

The sword blade formed by the five fingers together was shattered, and the brilliant and dignified light was completely transformed into cold ice, the sword qi of the ice and snow sealing sword, the only kind of sword qi obtained by silver dust, and now it completely shows the majesty of the desolate China, that is the emperor's divine sword, not the killing sword of the fierce general. The sword intent of the Ice and Snow Sealing Divine Sword is "sealing" not "killing", if you really want to kill people with a sword, there are more and more powerful moves in Chiyou martial arts.

The magician tilted his head and quietly admired Long Aotian, who had been completely frozen in ice for a second, as if he was thinking about how to deal with such a big piece of trouble. He laughed silently, then moved his shoulders slightly.

Flames erupted from the magician's body and slowly burned, lighting him into a humanoid torch, but such flames did not hurt him at all, but were more like a form of flame or a flaming spirit. The flames slowly spread behind him, gathering and burning a foot behind him, eventually turning into a large red bonfire that was one man high.

Silver Dust was illuminated by the firelight behind him, turning into a dark figure in Long Aotian's field of vision. The fire behind him jumped for a few seconds and suddenly went out completely.

The fire went out very suddenly, and what appeared in the flame was even more abrupt, even extreme.

The crimson plate armor is thicker and harder than all armor, and no wind can break through its protection, and the thick tracks, although still, still emits a certain cold light that crushes the torture instrument, and the red paint does not seem to be conducive to stealth, but the scarlet metal reflection adds a terrifying killing intent. On top of the heavy and huge hull, the hideous turret sticks out a thick tube with an inner diameter of 165 mm, and the dark nozzle exudes infinite coldness.

It was a tank, a tank with detailed craft parameters in the terminal of the Kanonikor civilization.

Materialize the Magic Tyrant Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon.