"Feng Lieshan's hand-down is just right to be used against you. ”

"How could you be like this! Aren't you from Yun Wuyue's side?"

"Less nonsense, we're in a duel right now. Silver Dust's voice was as cold as a thousand-year-old frozen death realm, although he didn't have a little bit of ice power on his body, but the momentum emanating from his body, or that magical aura, could quickly condense a layer of frost on the surrounding ground and wooden furniture.

Chong Feidu gritted his teeth, his shocked gaze refocused, just now, he already knew that the silver-haired boy would be deceived by his secret weapon technology, because his bone-piercing cone hit, since he could hit, then there was a chance of winning. Chong Feidu and all the boxers in this world believe that there is no way out by relying on rigid defense, and no matter how strong the defense is, as long as it can be hit, there will always be a moment to be broken.

Chong Feidu decided not to change his strategy and continued to fire his bone-piercing awl. The chief disciple of the Black Mountain Villa, not to mention anything else, the secret weapon kung fu must be a model for all the teenagers in the world, and even humanoid creatures under the age of thirty can do the extreme.

Blue mist immediately rose from his body, and this time, he decided to make Silver Dust completely believe that when he shot with all his strength, the hidden weapon carried a blue water light, and it could not be hidden in the dark, just now, it was the limit.

He didn't think about the fact that one strategy couldn't be used twice, and he didn't even think about lighting the lights and candles in the dark hall first, or opening one or two closed windows to improve the environment of the arena. In the completely dark environment, he condensed the mist in his hand in front of the silver dust, turned it into an ice flying knife and threw it out again.

This time, his movements were very large, and the concealment required in the secret weapon technique was completely ignored.

The throwing knife was thrown out, spinning horizontally to cut through the wet and cold air, and at the same time cutting through the silver dust's "kindness" reminder: "The same move can't work twice in front of my eyes." ”

"Let's talk about it after passing the master's level first!" Chong Feidu said, throwing out the flying knives continuously, his attack quickly turned sour, after the three small flying knives were thrown out, the fourth flying knife was one foot long, it was as big as the short knife used by the woman, this was no longer a hidden weapon, this was a big guy like the flying god soldier.

The subsequent flying knives were all so big, they looked quite fierce, and in the darkness, circles of blue knife light cut through the thick air. When Chong Feidu threw out the nine flying knives, before he could use any means to make a sound again, Yinchen interrupted the fireball burst as if he was unable to do so, and suddenly jumped up and performed a somersault.

His somersault was even more terrifying than the Immortal Divine Body, especially in Chong Feidu's eyes, it was simply terrifying.

The moment the silver-haired boy jumped up, his whole body emitted a golden flash, and under the flash, the surrounding dark environment was completely distorted, and all attacks towards him, whether it was the flying knife or the blue light shining meteor hammer that Chong Feidu carried overdrawn, were forcibly deflected by that distortion, and God knows where it would fall. The space-time distortion and Silver Dust's handsome dodge appeared at the same time, and disappeared with his safe landing. After the space-time warp, all the throwing knives thrown by Chong Feidu lost their accuracy.

Chong Feidu slammed down the moment the silver dust hit the ground, and a fierce purple lightning flashed in the darkness. The spear condensed by the arcane condensed spur, piercing twenty steps away while spinning, rubbed a cedar wood tabletop and stabbed into the wall behind Chong Feidu, the purple light disappeared, Chong Feidu quickly got up, and at the same time, a beam of light came out of the hole in the wall behind him, illuminating his outline.

An arcane spear that pierces through walls.

Chong Feidu quickly moved towards the front right, and a black soul mist filled his body, and the soul mist condensed into a meteor hammer like a small melon, wrapped in wet cold air, and flew out silently.

"Feng Lieshan's marksmanship ......" In the darkness, Chong Feidu's pupils trembled violently, and his face was full of sadness. Silver Dust's action just came out, he was very familiar with it, and he had been afraid of it until the end of the East China Sea Secret Realm since the Demon Pavilion's split. The marksmanship displayed by Yinchen is not learned from Feng Lieshan's marksmanship, but Feng Lieshan's own marksmanship, no matter the action of the gun or the grasp of the timing, it is no different from Feng Lieshan himself.

Chong Feidu didn't believe that he could defeat Feng Lieshan, just as he didn't believe that he could defeat ten thousand people, the older generation of divine masters were insurmountable mountains in Chong Feidu's eyes, at least now he was only a double ten, and he was not ready to challenge the authority of the old times, especially psychologically.

And the silver-haired boy's action of shooting was like Feng Lieshan's rebirth.

In the face of such marksmanship, or in other words, in the face of an attack that only the older generation of masters can do, breaking through the sound barrier, Chong Feidu shooted. Frightened, he threw himself into disarray, abandoning the original strategy of "striking the east and attacking the west", and directly used the dark environment to throw a dark and silent heavy hidden weapon.

The pitch-black, barb-covered meteor hammer flew thirty paces away in the sudden silence, but it didn't hit the silver dust. In the three seconds after Chong Feidu threw the meteor hammer, except for a beam of light leaking from the hole in the wall, there was only silent darkness in the hall on the first floor of the restaurant. Until the meteor hammer smashed through the bench and the clatter of wood breaking, Chong Feidu found that Silver Dust did not know how to dodge the attack.

The golden flash flickered like an illusion, and the magician's figure had already appeared, and ten steps away, the meteor hammer that was thrown out was once again thrown away by a distorted force field, and not a single shot hit.

Chong Feidu relied on his natural night eye to lock on Yinchen's figure, and seeing him rushing towards him, the chief disciple of Black Mountain Villa, who was originally a little timid, once again mustered up the courage to fight a decisive battle, and rushed forward without retreating.

The magician stopped ten steps away, his right hand was raised suddenly, and in the wide sleeve rolling, Feng Lieshan's nameless marksmanship appeared in front of Chong Feidu for the third time, and Chong Feidu, who was rushing forward, flashed his gaze and immediately moved sideways, and at the same time threw out a black bone-penetrating awl by relying on the inertia of the forward rush, so as to interfere with Yinchen's gun style.

When Yinchen took out the gun, what could stick out of his sleeve was not Liu Xuan's gun, but a black hole muzzle.

Chong Feidu was stunned, or rather, he froze for that second. He stared blankly at the stubby silver-white machine gun, instinctively feeling fear flood his nostrils.

The muzzle of the gun lit up with a flash of red flame, but the shot from the barrel was a purple projectile. The barrage was like a dance, filling Chong Feidu's field of vision in an instant, and then it was shocked out by a wave of absolute rigidity, knocking down many tables and chairs, and finally collapsed at the entrance of the hall very mysteriously.

Black Sky Gang God Absolute Cannon Zero.

Arcane projectiles, absolute rigidity, that is not the force that deforms the object, but the absolute displacement and impact force.

Chong Feidu was lying on the ground, his chest was burning and aching, as if he had been smashed to the ground by many pebbles, and as if he had been hit by many heavy punches, his body was not attacked by the cold, but his ribs were broken several times. Chong Feidu heard a steady footstep coming from the ground, and knew that the silver-haired boy was walking towards him, so he quickly condensed his battle spirit, turned into a body composed of ice and water, and repaired the pain in his chest and abdomen. At the same time, the sound of steady footsteps suddenly disappeared, and a pale pseudo-holy light lit up in the entire hall.

The sneak attack was so without warning, it erupted from the most easily ignored corner, turning into a huge fist shadow that was twisted like white left and pretending to be sanctimonious, and struck the back of Silver Dust's head.

Silver Dust dodged, and his body spun in a half-circle in the air, while a huge beam of light erupted from his sleeve.

The golden beam of light intersected with the pale fist shadow cross, as if the clash of hope and despair, and like the collision of the sacred and evil, the two rays of light stalemate for a second, and finally in a miserable scream that was neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, the pale fist shadow softened and turned into a halo with eight demented smiling faces, and then burst like a soap bubble, turning into pale ashes and scattering with the wind.

The golden pillar of light scattered the white fist shadow and landed on a table, instantly burning a hole the size of a bucket. There are also water-like scratches on the inner edge of the big hole, and a lot of wood chips have fallen down, and the color is charred black.

This is the power of the Light, with the triple effect of exorcism, high temperature, and soft impact. It's like a laser stamping method with a little religious power.

The moment the golden holy light was extinguished, even Chong Feidu, who had a pair of night eyes, had a black eye, and he thought that others would do the same. He took advantage of the moment when his eyes were blackened, and immediately lifted the transformation of the battle soul that had already completed the healing exercises, and quickly sat up with his hands on the ground, seeing that he was about to bend his legs to get up, and suddenly pushed his hands to the left at the same time, and then fell down on the side, and quickly had a supine that was about to sit up and become prone to lie down, and rolled on the ground a few times, rolling to a foot away, and then he got up on all fours. The moment he got up, his vision returned, and although it was still dim, he could at least see the patterns on the silver robe of Silver Dust clearly. A chill swelled up on his body, and the cold fluctuations rippled in the air for a moment, and immediately restrained and stagnated. The black ice-piercing bone awl that was about to fly out of his hand was left in his hand, and was melted into a black venom by the heat of his palm.

Chong Feidu slowly lowered his body, hiding behind a square table, his eyes locked on the silver dust on the tabletop, and watched him turn to the counter in the corner of the hall. Chong Feidu had a strong premonition: the person who had just attacked Yinchen and looked like he was helping him Chong Feidu was about to die.

Chong Feidu was not in the mood to join forces with that person to deal with Silver Dust. The chief disciple of the noble Black Mountain Villa will not be in the company of lowly killers, never.

"Your location has been revealed, aren't you going to come out yet?" At the same time, Silver Dust's voice sounded in the quiet darkness, and gradually disappeared as if absorbed by the quiet darkness. Two seconds passed, and the counter was silent, and the darkness was as frozen as dry ink, motionless.

Silver Dust stretched out two fingers, and his fingertips seemed to alternately flash red and blue with ice and fire, but the magician knew in his heart that his current frost ability was at most to form a thin layer of ice in the air and cover the object, and he would no longer have the power to completely freeze the target, and at the same time, he could no longer condense the Ice Sword that could be used as a weapon, and even he could not manipulate the flowing water.

The blue flame was nothing else, but a curse that once belonged to darkness. Weakness, bleeding, blinding, hallucination are all fused into the flames, only the petrified curse, fused into the wind.

If he wants to freeze his enemies, he can only rely on a mutated thunder element, lightning that will "freeze" the target for a few seconds - and only a few seconds.

He pointed his finger at the counter, the red and blue on his fingertips turning into a simple crimson, as he saw a cursed fireball about to launch. Suddenly, he felt a dark wind coming from behind him.

It was the sound of the wind smashing the back of the head with a blunt object through the strength of the arm, without any cold assistance at all. The wind was so close that you might not believe it. As soon as Silver Dust leaned over to avoid the blow, the vicious Yin Wind changed direction and hit him the back of the head. Knock him to the ground.

He didn't feel the pain, the power of the blow was all displaced, but the force was diagonally downward, and he didn't have time to adjust his body's balance before he fell to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, his right hand lightly pressed on the ground, and the dark arcane purple light flickered slightly, and his whole person soared sideways into the air, flying towards the left front, perfectly avoiding the possible pursuit of the person behind him. Sure enough, there was a very slight thud in the quiet darkness, and I don't know what kind of much and slender thing pierced the ground. Silver Dust adjusted his posture in mid-air, and when he flew towards the wall next to the counter, he had already turned into a sneak attacker facing behind him, and the moment he leaned his back against the wall, the previously bright arcane womb spread, and the darkness around him was even sucked and twisted into a spiral by some kind of force.

The purple light went out, and his figure disappeared into the wall, the darkness being pulled by the mysterious power of the arcane, layer by layer, forming a virtual shadow of silver dust, this virtual like a holographic projection, lifelike from any angle, and at the same time exuding a little "silver dust breath".

The silver-haired boy's figure emerged silently from the darkness, without any flashes of light, and quietly appeared in another corner, almost a hundred paces away from the sneak attacker who had already appeared.

Ten steps in front of him was Chong Feidu, who gradually stood up and turned around silently.

Chong Feidu, who has night vision, and Yinchen, who has endless night vision, glared at each other, and understood what each other meant.

At this moment, the sneak attacker just pounced on the holographic projection on the wall. He lunged forward without a pause until he slammed his head against the wall, breaking through the phantom and leaving a scarlet trail on it. He must have heard the footsteps of the silver-haired boy halfway through the killing, but he had no cold qi magic power at all, and he couldn't react at all when he was in the air.