"The emperor's order is hard to disobey, you ...... I don't understand. The general's right hand clenched and slowly pulled upward. With a distant and loud chirping sound like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Bird, a silver-white mirror-like shiny and smooth edge was revealed inch by inch from the black ash wood scabbard. This process is called the Bright Sword, and it is a ritual that all samurai and monks in the Northern and Southern Empires must perform before dueling, as a sign of respect for the enemy and the "divine skill" itself. Yinchen looked at the general blankly, and listened to Jianjun say in a pious tone: "I Nie retained, and the name of this sword is 'Gui Ye'." Single-handed, sword-only, ordered to wipe out the remnants of the Zhang family. ”

Yinchen didn't speak, he didn't move, he just straightened his arms, like a wood carving, between the dreams of General Nie and Zhang Yating's boudoir, between the violent machine of the state and the weak and helpless ten-year-old girl.

"Run!" The conversation in the hallway, or the sound of the sword unsheathed, alarmed the already terrified girl, causing her to scream hoarsely. The girl's tender vocal cords were hoarse from long crying, and her voice sounded more like brute force tearing the cloth on the spinning wheel. Her screams were filled with almost hysterical cries, trembling slightly, but weakened by fear and the exertion of long crying. Her voice was not harsh or loud at all, but in Yinchen's ears was the earth-shattering sound of a tactical nuclear bomb explosion.

General Nie's body happened to radiate countless blue-purple rays of light at this time. The thick Entering Stage True Yuan stored in the dantian erupted along his broad and tough meridians, emitting out of his body through the acupoints around his body, or pouring into the sword in his hand, or turning into a blue-purple wind, with a sharp and scorching aura surrounding him. The sword in his hand almost turned into a blue-purple lightsaber at this time, and circles of purple electric light swayed around the blade, reaching the tip of the sword, looking like countless tiny dragons circling around. General Nie gently lifted the long sword emitting purple thunder light with both hands, and made a Japanese devil-style downward slashing motion at Yinchen.

In his opinion, this sword can solve all problems.

At this moment, Zhang Yating's mournful voice was heard by Yinchen in his ears, and General Nie's swift swordsmanship was seen by Yinchen in his eyes. Suddenly there was a huge roar like a landslide in the deepest part of his head, and the whole person jumped up as if a switch had been pressed.

In the pupils of pure silver with delicate magic patterns, the wind surged in an instant, as if a huge storm suddenly blew on the calm sea. Stretching out between his hands, a desperate, calm, and cold blue light suddenly lit up.

The ice was like hell, unfolding in an instant, and capturing the entire corridor in an instant. General Nie's swift sword was wrapped in a sword qi that swirled like wind and thunder, and slammed into an extra-large ice sword that suddenly rose from the ground that froze in an instant. The moment the thunderous sword qi came into contact with the crystal clear huge ice sword, it was not the sound of thunder and lightning hitting the mountains, not the sound of the long sword cutting through the ice, but the dull sound of the hammer bombarding the steel ingot. The hallway trembled, thumb-width gaps cracked between the wooden wall panels and the floor, and even the beams creaked with overwhelming weight. Purple lightning and silvery-white ice chips flew in all directions, as fast as rifle bullets. Under General Nie's blow, the ice sword in front of him shattered, splitting into hundreds of sharp ice of varying sizes, and in an instant, it was shattered into powder by the scattered thunder and lightning, and his own sword qi was also completely dispersed by a huge, sharp impact, turning into a large cloud of electric sparks.

General Nie opened his mouth slightly, let out a heroic roar, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into countless slender and sharp filaments of light, like a net with high-voltage electricity, which instantly completely enveloped himself. At the same moment, on the completely frozen corridor, even greater ice swords sprang out from the ground, walls, and even roofs with a thick layer of ice, stabbing at him from all angles.

It wasn't an ordinary sword condensed from ice, but a miniature glacier in the shape of a sword. The blade of each ice sword was more than a foot wide, and the spine was thicker than the palm of an adult's hand. The length is about six feet. The edge of the ice sword is as sharp as a carbon steel blade, emitting a cold blue light, and you can tell that you can blow your hair and break it at a glance. These huge and sharp ice swords, cluster by cluster, cluster by cluster, row by row, row after row, pierced towards General Nie, and in an instant, a seemingly endless tide of ice swords was formed.

General Nie's right hand had disappeared from his shoulder, and his entire arm had turned into thunder and lightning, and sword qi had turned into a sword skill that was brilliant in Yinchen's eyes. The power grid around him also became denser, gradually turning into a ball of thunder and lightning, and purple electric dragons wrapped in the roar of thunderstorms, struggling to smash the increasingly dense and ferocious ice sword torrent.

At this moment, General Nie's vision was filled with endless fragmented scenes. Those ice swords were made of the purest blue ice, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were huge clusters of prisms. Every plane of the ice sword, and even every surface of the shattered ice blocks, clearly reflected the image of the corridor. The entire corridor was like a world made up of countless mirrors, and the chaotic images mixed with blue and white ice mist quickly crowded General Nie's field of vision.

The general could no longer find a target to attack, and his vision was full of his own face, broken faces, and countless broken and bizarre images, and he couldn't tell what it was. He could only swing the sword in his right hand faster and sharper, shattering all the forms that were approaching him into powder with the sword skills in "A Thousand Thunder Decisions". At the same time, his left hand was not idle, and he quietly carried a sharp and scorching palm force, saw the opportunity, and pushed it out with one palm.

The purple thunderbolt suddenly turned into a purple sun. Thousands of arcs of electricity radiated out like a thin corona, scorching, sharp and hard energy shattered all the ice swords in an instant, and in the crisp sound of a crystal cracking, all the attacks of silver dust were broken.

The hallway quieted down after a half-minute roar. And in the entire "Good Luck Coming" restaurant, the screams still sounded sporadically. General Nie Wanliu held his sword in one hand and looked at the corridor in a daze, in front of his eyes, the corridor no longer existed.

The cold blue ice filled his field of vision, and even the door of Zhang Yating's boudoir was completely sealed by a thick ice wall. The cold was rapidly penetrating his meridians along his pores, rapidly eroding what little strength he had left. The scorching breath like thunder and fire has been offset by the extremely low temperature around him, and the general has to run "Heavenly Thunder Jue" to the limit in order to ensure that he will not be frozen by low temperatures.

"This ......" the general opened his mouth, and after only one word, he didn't know how to continue. He couldn't imagine that between heaven and earth, there was still someone who could cultivate such a cold divine skill, wasn't that kid afraid that his meridians would be frozen and cracked?

"This trick is called Deep Snow Cold, General Nie. Silver Dust's voice came from behind him, and his tone was the same as before the battle began. In that gloomy tone, there was not a trace of childlike innocence, not even a trace of human feelings, only a cold that made people arrest.

The general's sword slammed back. A bolt of lightning the thickness of a baby's arm shot out from the tip of the sword and slashed towards the voice behind him. The general jumped up and turned in the air, only to watch himself completely engulfed by the oncoming blizzard.

"Extinction Winter!" Silver Dust shouted, spreading his hands forward, as if pushing some invisible weight with all his strength. His hands were completely submerged in two dazzling blue lights at this time, and the entire corridor had really turned into a winter of extinction.

The wind was like a tsunami, the ice ridge was like a machine gun, and General Nie Wanliu, who was completely enveloped by the endless wind and snow, could only sacrifice the remaining vitality in his body with all his strength at this time, turning into a gang wind and hovering around his body. The blue-purple arc of lightning quickly weaved into a new web of lightning, barely blocking the bombardment of the endless ice edges, and he himself was blown to the other end of the corridor by the wind that was not a gangfeng.

The soft purple light of the arcane light lit up on Silver Dust's body, and Silver Dust turned into a lilac afterimage, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Zhang Yating's boudoir door, and with a crisp sound of cold ice breaking, he rushed into her room, pulled her up from the bed, kicked open the closed window, and jumped towards the courtyard wall of the backyard below.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai!" Zhang Yating's hoarse and panicked voice dissipated in the night sky. She just instinctively screamed like this, muttered like this, as if it could give her some kind of comfort in the midst of the great change. Overnight, nay, just in half an hour of this summer night, she lost all her relatives, from a pampered and domineering young lady to a poor child who had nothing like Silver Dust.

The little girl who had undergone a drastic change had been in a state of mental trance, and could only instinctively rely on everyone who showed her kindness, and the not strong arms that hugged her have become her only spiritual pillar at this moment.

The purple light of the arcane glowed gently. The little eleven-year-old boy picked up the weak ten-year-old girl and leaped down from the window on the second floor, the power of the arcane was pushed to the extreme by the boy, and the purple light in the spell field within three meters of his body burst out, and countless bright purple stars swirled around his body, flickering and even exploding and annihilating. In order to achieve higher speeds, Silver Dust does not hesitate to use Arcane Collapse, which is extremely physically and mentally taxing, to increase the energy of each Arcane Particle, and gather all of this energy to gain higher speeds, but even this is useless.

Silver Dust doesn't know wind magic, and he doesn't know the famous "Flying Decision" magic skills, so he doesn't have the ability to fly. He jumped out of the window, thinking that with the extra inertia provided by arcane acceleration, he could "glide" onto the top of the backyard wall or even outside the courtyard in order to escape, but he forgot one thing, and that was that he was now carrying the weight of two people.

The arcane acceleration had been pushed to the maximum, but it still couldn't get him to fly over the courtyard wall. He carried her in his arms and fell almost vertically from a height of nearly two feet, on the grass at least a foot away from the courtyard wall, under the arrows of a group of archers.

Silver Dust didn't have time to think about it, and after hurriedly unleashing a slow-fall technique to avoid breaking his ankle, he hit out one after another with an ice wall spell, just enough to block the first wave of arrows. The half-foot-thick blue wall of ice was as hard as tank armor, easily blocking sixteen arrows infused with the power of the fivefold Breeze Technique. The cyan blades of wind left shallow marks on the surface of the blue crystal ice wall, and the arrows themselves were shattered by the tremendous anti-shock force.

In the next second, a second wave of arrow rain shot over with a cyan Gangfeng tail flame, and was defeated in front of the hard ice wall again. At this time, Yinchen had time to put the puppet-like Zhang Yating on the ground and took her little hand.

It took a little relief, as the two rows of archers in front of them needed an average of 5.5 seconds to draw a new arrow from the quiver and place it on the bow before drawing the bow and aiming, while for Silver Dust, 5 seconds was plenty of time to celebrate in a life-and-death breakout.

Yinchen exhaled slowly, pulled Zhang Yating and quietly watched the 32 archers draw an arrow from the quiver and put it on the bow. One second, this action only took up a second of their time, they needed another second to straighten the arrow, another second or two to pull the heavy and hard buffalo horn bowstring, and finally a second or more to aim at the target, and their target, Silver Dust, only gave them two seconds.

Yinchen grabbed Zhang Yating with one hand, and waved the other hand at the archers. A blue storm erupted from his wide, tattered linen sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, it spread throughout the backyard. The howling wind whipped up a huge mass of sharp ice picks, like a storm of projectiles fired from an array of machine guns, rumbling and engulfing the 32 archers.

It is impossible for the fivefold clear wind technique's body protection qi to stop this sudden blizzard, because a master in the body stage cannot stay in place in such a storm, not to mention these rookies who can just send their vitality out of their bodies to form a gangfeng?32 cyan-colored whirlwinds just emerged from the center of the blizzard, bursting like soap bubbles, and from time to time bursting out of the frenzied blue storm, clusters of gorgeous red flowers burst out from time to time, which was the last thing left in the world by the archers who were forced into a sieve by endless ice picks.

Six seconds is just enough time for the archers to finish preparing for the shot. As soon as 6 seconds passed, the blizzard automatically died down. Only clouds of blue ice mist floated in the air, and they didn't have time to disperse. In front of Yinchen and Zhang Yating, there was only an ice-blue flat ground, and there were already 32 bright red blood stains that had long been solidified under the ice. The 32 archers of the Black Jade Army were wiped out by the Silver Dust's move, and even the hard and reliable ox horn bows in their hands were broken in two.

Yinchen pulled Zhang Yating up and stepped back for some distance, then squatted down and carried her on her thin and thin back. The boy's body lit up with arcane purple light again, ready to run and accelerate over the courtyard wall that was too high for him, the height of one zhang and the weight of two people made Yinchen feel unsure, but listening to the shouts and footsteps from far and near, Yinchen knew that he didn't have time to come up with a second plan.

He took a deep breath and was about to run and accelerate, but before he could take a step forward, he heard a huge roar overhead: "Where is the little cub running?!"

A blue-purple light and shadow leaped down and landed steadily in front of Silver Dust. Yinchen instinctively protected Zhang Yanting behind him, and used his thin body to separate the little girl from the general. The eleven-year-old boy raised his head with his chest straight, and a pair of pure silver eyes did not hesitate to meet the general's sharp sword-like gaze.

General Nie Wanliu held a sword in one hand and stood quietly and proudly in the center of the backyard. The empty left hand was raised slightly, and a gesture was made to make the officers and soldiers who rushed to stop, and they dispersed silently and tacitly, faintly surrounding the small courtyard. Three feet in front of the general, a boy stepped forward to block the girl. The boy who was only half the height of the general had silver hair and silver eyes, and a pair of bright eyes stared at the general's sword-wielding hand.

Nie Wanliu had never seen such pupils, let alone comprehended such eyes. It wasn't the eyes of a ten-year-old boy, let alone the sad and resentful eyes of a ten-year-old boy who had been cornered. General Nie has been riding horses for half his life, and he has seen the eyes of countless people in desperate situations. The general always saw in his eyes the despair, the panic, the misery, the pleading and the hysterical rage, and the thick hatred that could not be dissolved, but the boy in front of him had no such emotion in his eyes, only calmness and self-confidence, only the tenacity of death and a kind of light akin to courage that the general had never seen. General Nie didn't know that it was a temperament called arrogance, and it was an invincible courage called blood.

The general felt an inexplicable chill under such a gaze, this feeling was very strange, neither the slight fear when facing a strong enemy, nor the nervousness when facing the king, nor the blood-boiling battle spirit when facing the enemy, the general just felt a little tight.

The general raised his sword again. The short battle just now had already made him roughly understand the strength of the eleven-year-old kid in front of him - the strength of the entry chess entry realm. Compared to the general who has been immersed in the body for 12 years, this kind of strength is not enough, but the general still feels that his skin is tight, and even his lips are a little dry, because he can't imagine how amazing the future achievements of a person who can reach the age of eleven years old will be.