The archmage's face was grim, and he put on his classic expression when he encountered danger and problems. A thin layer of illusion flashed back and forth in the silver pupils.

Dark Support Magic: Visual Backtracking.

This was originally an arcane magic, but now it has become dark magic, and its function is to reproduce the scenes that the magician once saw, but did not pay attention to or could not see clearly, and could not understand it over and over again, for the magician to carefully analyze.

The Silver Dust Archmage replayed the black shadow that flashed at the edge of his vision over and over again, until he finally froze it, deeply imprinting the black shadow that roughly took on the shape of a mouse, but was nearly two feet long. He lowered his hand and continued on with a steady walk.

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden reminder of the past. - Makes everyone laugh. The Silver Dust Archmage said with an unchanged face, and at the same time, the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect behind him all followed him with a confused and confused expression.

He walked slowly, always one position behind Xu Quan, the leader of the Demon Pavilion. Xu Quan was beating a drum in his heart, afraid that he would make trouble from behind, so he could only make a look and let Shi Bai walk behind Yinchen, and pull another Demon Wei Pavilion disciple by his side, striding forward with his head held high and even speeding up.

Silver Dust refreshed its detection creature magic again, returning only a large number of green spots about a hundred meters ahead. It was a corner to the right, leading into the depths of the earth.

Behind the corner, there seemed to be a few mouse calls, but when the group of them slowly walked past, they were surprisingly quiet.

There was no sound in all directions, even the sound of conversation disappeared, only quiet walking.

"Creatures should be afraid of fire...... "The low and hoarse voice of the Silver Dust Archmage sounded coldly, with a hint of solemnity. Xu Quan stopped in horror and walked side by side with Yinchen, he was in the middle of the front of the line, Yinchen was on the left, and the other sevenfold disciple of the Demon Pavilion, who had entered the body, was on the far right.

The corner is to the right.

After Yinchen said this, he quietly launched the Chiyou Wan Transformation Technique, and three crimson barrels stretched out from his two sleeves.

A distance of 100 meters is instantaneous. The three men at the head paused instinctively almost at the same time, subconsciously defending against the danger behind the corner. This is the most common reaction of the warriors on the rivers and lakes, every time the forest does not enter, every water does not cross, every corner does not break, which means that in the case of sudden obstruction of the line of sight, you can not act rashly, you should first find a way to observe whether there may be danger in the place where you can't see it, instead of rushing through regardless of it.

The moment the three of them stopped, dozens of black demon shadows rushed out from behind the corner, squeaking and quickly pounced on the body of the Demon Wing Pavilion disciple on the far right. The man screamed in surprise, and then screamed, and at the same time as his shout was issued, several black shadows emitting a fishy smell also pounced on Yinchen and Xu Quan's bodies.

Xu Quan heard the shouts of the Demon Wei Pavilion disciple, and was somewhat prepared, so he hurriedly ran his divine skills, released the Gangfeng outside, and with a bang, the wind blade rotated, and the black shadow bullet that pounced on him flew to the side. Only then did he have enough respite to pull out his two-handed tomahawk from behind him.

Mr. Mage, who had been prepared for a long time, just shook his body and passed through the dark shadows, as if he were a disembodied ghost. In the next second, a black glass wall was erected in front of the black shadow that landed and was about to continue to pounce, completely blocking them.

That's the Undercurrent Shield.

The sound of squeaky rats exploded at the moment Xu Quan boiled the gangfeng, and hundreds of black, white, gray, and even red, green, purple and other shadows of various colors burst out from behind the corner, like a cluster of missiles sent out by rocket artillery.

The people of the Iron Sword Gate and the Demon Pavilion, screamed at the same time, and the sound of the boiling wind of the weapon being drawn rumbled like two hundred blowers were turning at the same time, and the shadow of the axe light and sword swept one after another with the dark white transparent wind pressure, but the crazy and deadly parabolas in the air, although the blood and light were splashed, did not decrease by half a point at all.

Rats, endless rats. A large mutant rat that is a foot long and almost as big as a puppy, and even humans dare to prey.

The teams of the Iron Sword Gate and the Demon Pavilions were suddenly chaotic. Face the swarm of rats surging like a sea. The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, under the command of Wan Jianxin's hoarse voice, formed an army and slowly retreated backwards, while the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, without any command, began to fight on their own.

At this moment, the mage didn't care about playing any tricks on the secret weapon of the Demon Pavilion, turned around slightly, faced the surging rat swarm behind the upper corner, raised his hands in a daze, and several gun barrels in his sleeves spewed out several mighty fire dragons one after another, rushing into the rat group while making a dragon groan.

After a few violent explosions, flames more than a person tall burst out from behind the corner, licking the walls on both sides, and the terrifying heat wave and suffocating sensation spread, and the people who were screaming to disperse the rats suddenly lowered by an octave, because everyone felt a little out of breath. The mage conjured six barrels again, and pillars of fire spewed out one after another, but the restless squeak did not diminish the slightest bit from the thicker and more dizzying stench, but gradually turned into a wave of surging waves like a tidal wave.

Rat, rat, rat!

No one remembered what Shi Bai had just said to mock the righteous paths, because everyone had at least three big rats with miscellaneous hair longer than their calves, and these rats were not afraid of the wind, and their body protection magic could only catapult them away, but they could not cause any damage to them. The only thing that could hurt them was the weapons in the hands of the samurai.

The Heavenly Expedition turned into the densest drizzle, and the drizzle was full of cruel and filthy red. Beside him, ordinary iron swords were intertwined with the wind and sword momentum like a river, and the harvester was like a harvester that sliced the rats that flew up to pieces.

However, the pure power of wind and thunder did not have much advantage over this group of crazy rats, and as more and more giant rats rushed through the flame blockade, the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect led by Wan Jianxin had to slowly retreat.

On the mainland, only the defensive military is the only one, and the combat mode that can retreat while running the body protection magic skill, duel, offensive military position, siege military position, and even group arm fighting without military strength can only be used when advancing and side flashing and staggering defense, once the body protection air shield on the body is gone.

On the other side, the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, all of them seemed to be frozen in place, and the plate axes in their hands slashed through a simple and clear semicircle, and in the semicircular trajectory was not a transparent Gangfeng, but a bright red blood forbidden. Under the feet of each of them, more dead rats were gathered than on the side of the Iron Sword Gate, and in the transparent wind they emitted, a stream of mentally disturbed ghost howls and gray-green decaying ripples that corroded life rippled at the same time, killing and injuring a large number of crazy rats. In terms of killing, the Demon Pavilions had an incomparable advantage over the Iron Sword Gate, so even the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, who were fighting separately, were much better than the Iron Sword Sect in terms of situation.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, retreating is a manifestation of admitting defeat, so Wan Jianxin led the Iron Sword Gate to retreat, which was equivalent to saying that he had lost a game to the Demon Pavilion.

However, in reality, the real win or loss is not something that you can decide if you don't go back.

The fierce battle lasted only six seconds before it was interrupted by a terrible scream. Although the Demon Power Pavilion disciple beside Xu Quan was ruthlessly running his divine skills, drumming the wind, and exuding a wheel-shaped qi blade composed of Liulan, he still couldn't let the 22 huge rats crawling around on his body leave his body.

He boiled the Gangfeng three times, but there was no effect, and he was about to take a breath of relief for the fourth time, when he felt the protective Gangfeng suddenly shatter, followed by a heart-piercing pain in his waist.

He was startled, gritted his teeth and ran his magic skills, urging the body protection shield, but the gang cover he sent out was tattered and tattered, and it couldn't protect all his body, so that the rats all over his body took advantage of the moment when he didn't have the wind protection body, and tore his flesh and blood fiercely.

The incessant pain finally caused him to scream, and his screams seemed to be a signal that drew a larger group of rats over him, chattering around him and gnawing at his flesh.

The disciple held on for another second, then fell, and then an astonishing scene unfolded in front of everyone.

The disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion screamed and fell to the ground, and a large group of rats swarmed up, not squeaking at all, and directly opened their mouths to bite. Seeing that the Demon Pavilion's disciple lost his hands and feet in an instant, he lost his head, and only a piece of torso like waste meat remained, but that torso only survived five seconds in the blood splash, and was eaten clean by the crazy rats. Ten seconds ago, he was a good and dignified living person, but in the blink of an eye, he was so tragically buried in the mouth of a rat, and his bones were gone. After that, those crazy and evil rats still didn't give up, and gnawed around the axes and waist cards dropped by the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion on the ground, and in a sharp friction sound that pierced the brain, the axes and waist cards were also gnawed into a pile of metal powder and sawdust, which were swallowed by the rats.

Xu Quan looked at such a terrifying scene, Rao is little devil on the rivers and lakes was well-informed, and his legs and feet were weak, and under the shaking of his heart, the protective body shield couldn't help but loosen, and he was bitten his left leg and stomach. He snorted, and the tomahawk move in his hand changed, from a heavy and fierce move, to a light and fast combo, and then he fought for the injury on his left leg, twisted his waist, swung his arm, and spun up desperately on one leg, throwing the few mice hanging on his shoulder and arm to the side of the iron sword gate.

"Everyone, share some pressure with the righteous path brothers!" Xu Quan roared, and the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion suddenly recovered from the shock of the giant rat eating people just now, and immediately laughed evilly, stirring the wind, and hitting the rats on their bodies one after another towards Wan Jian Xin and them, and suddenly the rats rained down, and the pressure on the side of the Iron Sword Gate suddenly increased.

At this time, Silver Dust was busy bending down, and the palm of his hand was filled with raging flames and bombarded the ground with one palm.

"Ground Crack Burst Flame!"

The fire turned into a field, endless lava sprayed directly out of the ground, and the air was suddenly filled with thousands of degrees of heat, and the rats screamed, squeaking and squeezing wildly to escape, but once the field of silver dust was closed, it could not escape at all, and could only turn into wisps of green smoke in the flames.

"Burn the castle!"

The flame field shrank rapidly, from a fire field to the size of a flame in an instant, but the flame had turned pale, the core temperature had already exceeded 10,000, and the rats wrapped in the field had already turned into gas, and none of them escaped.

The follow-up troops of the rat swarm were cut off, but Chen Chong and others from Tiejianmen were bitten by rats on their heads, faces or shoulders, and the bleeding did not stop, even if they took medicine, it hurt just as much. On the side of the Demon Wei Pavilion, Xu Quan and several disciples were also slightly injured, and the cold and evil Shi Bai actually had nothing to do.

Wan Jianxin's gaze was nailed to Shi Bai, and when he threw the mouse in this direction just now, he was the hardest-working.

A blue barrel appeared in the sleeve of the silver dust, and a pile of ice slag shot at the white flame, extinguishing the flames and turning back. He glanced at the Iron Sword Gate, where almost everyone was colored, and shook his head expressionlessly: "Stop and heal first." ”

As he spoke, he drew a circle on the ground, and soon a golden magic array was formed, and Silver Dust stood in the magic array, his hands were folded and he cast a spell, and it took three seconds to finish chanting, and when he landed, a golden light shot out from the magic circle, drilling into the body of every Iron Sword Sect disciple, and suddenly, the injuries on their bodies were instantly healed like a miracle.

"Hey, buddy of the righteous path, let's have some too!" shouted as he pulled Sans, for fear that Yinchen wouldn't be able to hear it, and among the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion beside him, except for Xu Quan, who was burdened with some kind of task, had a gloomy face, all of them showed greedy and eager expressions.

Wan Jianxin stopped Yinchen, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand the Mowei Pavilion for his ingratitude just now, throwing rats at them, but he heard Yinchen's weak voice sound: "I want to too, it's a good brother, but I don't have the strength, okay!"

The Master is out of blue!

Finding an excuse is definitely greater than everything, and there is no mercy to talk about when the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes!

As soon as he said this, the faces of the disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion changed, and the faces of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect also changed.

"Let's make requests to others in the Demon Wei Pavilion, it seems that no one in the rivers and lakes dares not to agree, right?" Xu Quan endured the pain and said in a gloomy voice, but as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately shrunk his neck and hid behind a Shi Bai to pretend to be a grandson, because a distraction-level momentum directly locked on him.

"Don't think that if there is a world behind you, Wan will not dare to touch you. Wan Jianxin pressed his hand to the hilt of the sword and said, his tone was really as hard as granite.

The people of the Demon Pavilion could only be silent, and the two sides even gave way to each other for a while, and walked slowly towards the right through the corner with a bit of tension.

After a few minutes, another Demon Wei Pavilion disciple suddenly left the team and leaned over to this side, he didn't reach the battle axe on his back, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his black and yellow forearms, and opened his hands and ten fingers to show the person opposite, showing that he had no malicious intent. After that, he actually walked directly to the team of the Iron Sword Gate.