The Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist suddenly closed its momentum, he wanted to run, he wanted to teleport, or turn around and use the Demon Crying Slash Fist to block the sneak attacker behind him first, but he couldn't do it, because the speed of the distraction master was so fast that he didn't have time to order his body to make corresponding movements, so fast that his realm didn't have time to form the corresponding magic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How...... Maybe?!"

Silver Dust's face distorted, he couldn't accept the fact that the shield was broken twice in one night, the first time he could barely understand that the Northland's bed crossbow hit directly, but this time, he couldn't understand how the person behind him broke the shield. All he knew was that when the magician's shield was broken, it was the moment of death.

A third sound of glass shattering was heard, and the arcane shield solidified on his body turned into a glimmer of light, completely dissipated, unlike the spell, the solidification magic always existed on the body, but once it was destroyed, it was also gone forever. The Auf runes in the Silver Dust Sea had all been replaced by the light runes, and there was no more arcane magic for him to solidify, so he would never want to obtain the magic of the arcane shield again.

The last barrier was also shattered, and Silver Dust's vision was a colorless gray, was that what he felt before he died? Silver Dust didn't know, he only felt unprecedented humiliation and unwillingness.

He never imagined that he would die in such an inconspicuous battle on such an inconspicuous night. Whether it was the poisonous pool of the Purple Blood God Sect, or the poison pill fed by the Yin Yang and Hezong, or this time he was attacked from the rear, it was not the end that should appear in Yin Chen's mind, he had also thought about his death, either fighting with an infinitely powerful opponent, being defeated and dying, and dying in a decisive battle, or he was lost in the infinitely terrifying Extreme Abyss Secret Realm, trapped in a great ruin that had no possibility of survival, and died on the expedition, but he never thought that he would have such a tragic and humiliating end.

He still has too many things to accomplish, he has just found hope and ideals in this world, he has just become a legend, the word magic itself has infinite attraction to him, he is unwilling, he feels infinitely wronged, even infinitely humiliated, he doesn't know why every time he just decides to live well, the shield on his body will be broken unobeyed.

He only had one last blink of an eye left, and his last feeling should be the sharp pain of a cold storm piercing his back, right?

No, his "last" feeling was actually the horror of the destruction of the spirit rhino in the sea of qi.

In the spell position of the Demon Crying Slash Fist, the last consciousness of the ghost god let out an angry roar, and Silver Dust didn't hear what it was, he only knew that it was a dirty word.

The spell position of the Demon Crying Slash Fist vibrated violently, and the spell position that absorbed the Blood Splitting Demon Emperor's absolute form was as huge as the capital, and the dark element fluctuations like black smoke roared and spread, and then all the dark magic spell positions in his sea of qi were rumbling and shaking, and then in an extremely short time, the black rune in the deepest part of his sea of consciousness trembled violently, followed by a loud bang from his body.

The spell slot of the Undercurrent Shield exploded.

The explosion was audible even to the bar behind him.

In the severe pain of the spirit rhino's departure, the spell position of the cold current demon shield turned into a violent force, and it charged violently along the meridians of Silver Dust, as if the sharp pain of scissors cutting the meridians spread throughout the body, and almost took away Silver Dust's consciousness in just an instant. Those dark powers roared along the meridians and surged into the skin, seeping out from the pores, and then rapidly accumulating in a little void above the epidermis of the body, as if some kind of highly toxic heavy metal was rapidly enriched.

The dark element, which was active in the dark night, was attracted by the silver dust, as if the sharks that smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood, rushed towards the white figure, a layer of black transparent film quickly accumulated on the pale robes, and the black lightning jumped all over the body, and the black spots of light pushed each other and penetrated into the white skin, only making his skin even paler and bloodless. At that moment, all the colors in the space disappeared, as if the world in the eyes of the full color blindness, only different degrees of gray, as if the world of death, as if time stood still, in that short moment, the power of the undercurrent demon shield exploded and spread from the sea of qi, sweeping through the whole body like a shock wave, soaking the bones and blood, penetrating deep into the flesh and blood, and finally fused with every cell, except for the hair and nails, the magician's whole body was wrapped in a layer of pale black flames, quenched, and then plated with an invisible protective film.

The weight of absolute physical defense, the brutal power of absolute resistance to impact, impact, fall, and gravity, is so deeply rooted in flesh and blood, and is destined to shine and decay with his life. At that moment, the silver dust filled his ears with the explosion of the customer's shattering and reorganizing, but he didn't feel the slightest pain at all. In addition to the sadness of Lingxi's disappearance in his mind, all he had was the epiphany of the Heavenly Tribulation.

The Heavenly Tribulation Rune emitted an invisible coercion, and the night sky above his head seemed to suddenly solidify into a masonry dome that suddenly pressed down, instilling a great courage into his body. The justice of light, the bravery of darkness, the soul of light, and the blood body of darkness fused together in an instant, forming a terrifying fate called "Silver Dust", which will never be separated.

He is the judge of the world.

He is the heir to civilization.

At this moment, he suddenly understood everything, but he understood nothing. All he knew was that from now on, the Undercurrent Demon Shield would replace the Arcane Shield and be forever solidified on top of his fragile body.

Dark Stream Shield, a dark defensive magic. Within a certain strength, Slash and Piercing damage are immune, blunt and wind impact damage are automatically converted to a knock state, and impact, fading, and gravitational pressure damage are absolutely immune regardless of strength.

Nalan's sharpened knife pierced through his robes fiercely, hitting the invisible armor, bursting out a large area of sparks, and the moment the attack fell, what Silver Dust heard was not the sound of flesh tearing, but the piercing scream of the carbon steel sharp knife rubbing against the depleted uranium armor plate, and Silver Dust even thought for a moment that his eardrums would definitely not be able to protect before his shield shattered.

"If only there was a magic shield that specifically defended the eardrums, like the earbolts in Monster Hunter...... Wait, what the hell am I thinking?" the pure white magician had just rewarded himself with a spit, when he felt a great push coming from behind him.

Gangfeng's attack turns to fly state.

The pure white slender figure slammed into the arms of the beacon city. At this moment, the beacon city had just shattered the Xuan Ice on his right hand, revealing his bloody arm. A [array] emerged from his body, and powerful winds surged from all directions, licking his wounds like a tidal wave, helping him recover quickly. The magician crashed headlong into his arms, and black flames of murderous intent suddenly appeared on his free hands, and the silver pupils that were originally scattered out of despair gathered again in an instant.

Bang bang!

The beacon retreated rapidly, floating into the distance like a kite with a broken string, and the silver dust staggered to the ground, and the black hands suddenly turned red the moment they reached the ground.

4 The magic demon cried and slashed and punched the whole body, and the whole body was churning with qi and blood, and it was all because of his superb cultivation that he did not vomit blood. He staggered back, trying to stabilize himself, but the huge continuous impact of rigidity combined with the smooth ice under his feet finally made him lose his balance and fall to the sky, his butt hurting terribly.

The black-clothed warrior was afraid to die and threw himself towards the silver dust that fell to the ground, in his eyes, such an opponent was really defenseless, even if it was a Yuanying master, he could cut it with one cut, right?

Nalan himself wanted to step forward, and at that moment, he not only used all the wind in his body to stab a blow, but also opened all the mechanisms in the scroll, sending out 134 steel ball-sized bullets, but still did not leave visible scars on the enemy's body. He saw that the enemy was losing his balance, and it was a good time to mend his sword, but suddenly, he felt a violent killing intent accumulate under the ice under his feet.

It was a terrifying feeling of uneasiness, a feeling of uneasiness that was as strong as a tearing pain. The exhausted pupils of the column suddenly opened to the maximum, and all the places in the body that could infuse the vitality were filled with the vitality of the wind attribute, and then released it with all its might. He didn't have time to fiddle with an ancient witchcraft seal gesture, which directly stirred up the vitality of his whole body, and he retreated as quickly as light, and in an instant, he retreated behind a group of chainmail soldiers who rushed to hear the wind.

"The ground cracked and burst into flames. ”

The icy courtyard was shattered, and a sky-high fire illuminated the entire Metropolitan Mansion, as if a cloud burst bomb bombed, and a spherical cloud of flames rose from the ground, as if it was the end of the rising world.

The figure of the black-clothed warrior had been completely engulfed by the red cloud, and the bright red cloud was slowly spreading like a poisonous gas, and the scope of the obscuration became larger and larger. Several chainmail soldiers were engulfed in the red cloud, and in the bright red, they could vaguely be seen throwing down their weapons, their hands and throats struggling, and there seemed to be a lack of oxygen in the bright red cloud.

The cloud-like flames did not explode again, but slowly dispersed and slowly disappeared. Everywhere the clouds passed, everything turned to charcoal, whether it was the ground full of leftover grease and dead blood, or the northern warriors sucked in by the clouds, or the wooden tables and chairs, all turned into a coagulated black.

Silver Dust got up and flickered his eyes slightly, adjusting to the sudden reddening of the light. The blue ice was all shattered in that earthquake-like explosion, and there was no other light source in the small courtyard except for a few things that had been ignited by the flames of the earth crack.

The surroundings suddenly darkened. Lu Qingyun, who was surrounded, took advantage of the changing ambient light, and used the magic skill of "Thousands of Thunders and Thousands of Flashes of Death Realm Drawing Knife" for the last time, forcing the two most difficult qi masters around him to retreat, and then one jumped on top of the nearest wooden corridor, and disappeared into the darkness. He could only scold and shout at this subordinate, groping for the brazier to light the light source, while taking advantage of the dark night to search.

After such a long battle just now, although Lu Qingyun was unharmed, his vitality and physical strength were almost exhausted, after all, he was facing a master of transforming qi, at least 13 realms higher than him, it was definitely not something he could deal with.

Beacon Flame and Silver Dust got up together, his arm had almost recovered, he raised the long sword in his hand, his whole body was blowing in the wind, and he pounced viciously at the slender and thin white figure, and then was easily dodged by the white shadow.

"It's time for it to end. A pale voice came from the pale figure. Sterling Silver's right hand was raised slightly, and the flames erupted from the palm, quickly condensing a fire dragon, the fire dragon continued to condense, and slowly the flame color became darker and darker, turning into a barrel with a dragon head shape like a solid body, conjuring out a gun body with a special shape and a thick bullet chain, and the gun body without a bracket was carried on the shoulders by silver dust, as if it was an elongated individual missile. The 160 mm caliber barrel is black and invisible.

"This is the materialized form of the Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon, the chariot cannon, or the tank armor-piercing cannon. The purple light on Yinchen's body disappeared, and he no longer dodged or counted on any shield, he materialized the magician's spell into a weapon, held it in his hand, and started a desperate duel with Beacon Ray City.

"Come on, one move will determine the winner. "Silver Dust held a huge chariot cannon, the crimson barrel locked onto the fat body of the Beacon City, looking like the sci-fi weapon of the Doomsday Empire, hideous, cold, and exuding inhuman cruelty. Zhao Yuguo, who was hiding on the side, shuddered fiercely, he felt that the feeling of being aimed at the barrel of the cannon should be an unforgivable horror, right?

However, whether it was Nalan grinding hard or the beacon fire, he only frowned slightly, and he didn't seem to have too much worry about the terrifying weapon in the enemy's hand that was suspected to be a "red-coated cannon".

"Ha, boy, this is just the beginning!" Beacon suddenly let out an extremely ugly laugh, which was contrary to his originally clear and bright voice, and sounded even more uncomfortable. He laughed wildly, and a real fear finally flashed in the eyes of the silver dust on the other side.

"It's ......!"

......

On the other side, Wen Qingsong fled with the bloodstained axe in one hand and the fastest speed in his life.

As a righteous chivalrous warrior of the Zhennan Gang, as a representative of a real scholar who cares about the world, it is impossible for him to leave his brothers and comrades to flee for his life, and it is impossible to even let him retreat without a fight.

He didn't think that any good man of the Zhennan Gang could deal with such a thing, and he didn't even think that any normal man could face that kind of horror.

"Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha! Come, come, my little hearts!" The sound like an infrasound weapon that people couldn't parry at all came from behind, and even if the sound of the wind in his ears was like a roar, it still couldn't hide the sound like a talisman. The voice was full of affection, sweet and gentle, charming and shy, but it was enough to make a humble gentleman like Wen Qingsong flee from the wilderness, what elegance, what decency, in the open space between the pavilions, in front of the majestic flesh of the white flowers, it was all just a joke. In order to prevent himself from becoming one of the struggling and writhing bodies, Wen Qingsong could only panic like a lost dog, lift the Xuanhua big axe that had followed him for half his life, and retreated without a fight.

The wind poured out from the joints of his body, and he sealed it with one hand, using some of the "ancient secret arts" of the Dark King's Legacy to the extreme, escaping forward at a terrifying speed close to the speed of sound. His mind was in chaos at this time, there was no goal, no purpose, no battle plan and no direction, he still remembered that he should assassinate the Beacon City, even if he failed, he would do his best, but if the guards around the Beacon City were like that...... He thought it would be better to ask a sister to assassinate him.

He ran at full speed, not having time to turn back, just trying to stay away from the monster, but no matter how he ran, the joyful laughter that hooked his soul and demanded his life always hovered behind him, like a grim reaper.

A group of soldiers suddenly appeared in front of him, iron-colored heavy chain mail, divine arm bows, spears, and one-handed heavy swords were all available, the number was about 40, Wen Qingsong didn't have time to think at all, relying on the inertia of his body to rush to the front of the pile of people, and raising the big axe in his hand was a series of horizontal slashes. (To be continued.) )