"Bafang wind and rain sticks, the famous magic of the Jiangling Han family, however, the Jiangling Han family itself is the last little shrimp, can let people know their stick method, or is it the result of their own blind shouting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" The magician's voice was mixed with too many sneers, and the old man's face turned red and white: "How do you know that this is the Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sticks?

If it weren't for the Dark Nightmare, his roar would have been enough to wake up the entire village.

"Ha! I still need to peek at such a garbage magic skill? It's ridiculous!" The magician's voice suddenly lowered, and his deep voice was full of contempt: "The magic skill "Bafang Wind and Rain Stick" is just the same level of garbage as "Qingfeng Duel", and it is not easy for you to rely on it to grope your way to the realm of Hedao, but ah, the inheritance I am carrying in front of you, Yinchen, is not something you can imagine. ”

Yinchen said arrogantly, slowly raised his hands, and clenched them into claws: "Taichu Divine Skill "Demon Crying Slashing Fist", remember it clearly, go to Anubis, don't ask and don't know." After Yinchen finished speaking, he took a deep breath, turned his fist into a claw, and attacked it with a claw.

The old man's beard was all open, and the black animal skin on his body was blown up by the bursting gangwind, and he let out the last high-pitched and warlike howl in his life, and the short staff in his hand once again spewed out a stream of gray-blue light, and it was very ridiculous to conjure up a second ghost heavy sword, and he held the strange thing that could not be regarded as a weapon at all, and instead of retreating, he advanced with a shout and charged towards the silver dust.

The magician's feet, without the slightest movement. Relying on the twisting power of his waist, he bombarded a claw, and the ice blue bloomed in the heart of the claw.

"One-Style, Lotus of Final Ice, Storm Dragon, Eternal Tribulation Ice Prison, Demons Weep!"

The wind was mixed with endless blizzards, spraying out from the claws of the hands, which were originally just a blizzard sprayed out from the fingers, but around the silver dust, it transformed into a huge sword qi more than two people high, as if countless two-handed heavy swords emitted the strongest swordsmanship at the same time, it was originally just a granular wind and snow, and in the blue sword qi, it exploded into an ice sword composed of blue light, surging towards the old man who was already stunned like a flood.

The blue light is as high as two zhang and one zhang wide, but the length does not know that it soared to hundreds of steps away in an instant. In the blue light, everything froze, a thousand souls were cold, endless death was cold, and the roar of the morning wind was released.

On the earth, endless ice lotus blooms, and everywhere the ice lotus passes, everything is silent, and where the blue light passes, everything returns to the ice field of death.

One zhang wide, two zhang high, and a few hundred steps in length, within the blue light, there is already another world.

The frosty hell, the realm of the Dharma God, exploded at this moment, and the wind, space, time, and even fate all turned into an eternal blue, like a completely dead world, a civilization that ceased to be active forever.

The earth turned into eternal permafrost, the air turned into liquid nitrogen and oxygen, the ice turned into the teeth of a tyrannosaurus, and the wind and snow turned into an ice prison of eternal calamity.

The wind and snow of the 2nd weight of the Hedao were barely blocked by the Gangfeng of the 4th weight of the Hedao, but the cold of the power of more than 16 of the Yuan Ying could not be blocked by any force at all, and rushed into the old man's body without loss, and the wind and rain stick in the eight directions suddenly stopped, and the old old man almost fell for Avada's life, and suddenly turned into a pale blue statue, his blood almost coagulated, his nerves almost lost their conduction ability, his muscles became almost as hard as a steel plate, and his thinking even stopped completely at this moment.

The two ghost swords at the top of the cane are automatically swung like scissors, swaying to resist the wind and snow of the two paths, the undead will not feel the cold, so no amount of frost will cause them any damage, but just relying on the spontaneous attack of the undead sword, it is impossible to cut through this linear cold world.

Half of the magician's body was motionless, his pale blue left hand maintained a claw-striking posture, and his crimson right hand slowly lifted up, and a terrifying heat wave emerged from his claws, licking the night sky that suddenly became silent and frozen for some reason.

The pale robes had already turned into a crystal blue at this time, and the crimson flames exuded a terrifying aura of disobedience and distortion like a little sin curse in the pale blue world. The blue robe fluttered slightly in the wind, and the confident smile in the shadow of the hood suddenly became self-deprecating and cruel.

"It turns out that my Yinchen's own Demon Crying Slash Fist is like this, hedged physique, and now there is only this left. As his thoughts turned, Silver Dust's body turned suddenly, and with a heavy claw of his right hand, he bombarded the old man who had already frozen in the ice in the air.

"Second Style, Burning Sun Ghost Prison, Burning Dusk, Eternal Heaven, Hades Smashed!"

The blue world suddenly bloomed into a crimson sky.

Above the earth, the ice lotus is in full bloom, and above the sky, the flames are flashing. The pale blue linear world actually turned into a red, icy realm in an instant, and in the time it took just one move, it turned into a desperate situation of bursting flames.

The red lotus bloomed in the sky, as if the original ice-blue and far-reaching sky had become another upside-down otherworld in an instant. The linear world of flames squeezed into the icy world, as if two planets full of civilizations collided head-on like the end of the world.

The heavens are sinking, the sky is shattered, the earth is barren, the glaciers are raging, the ice of death, the flames of destruction, at this very moment, flawlessly rushing back and forth, spinning into a boundless world where the ground is blue and the sky is crimson.

The Red Lotus Desperate Realm, the flame realm of the Law God, finally unfolded at this moment.

The earth turned from ice blue to red, and where the ice lotus bloomed, it spewed out lava from the center of the earth.

The sky turned from red to blue, and the fallen kingdom of heaven turned into a tomb of ice and ice that fell forever.

Ice and fire, red and blue, in such an inadvertent moment, once again spurred, whirling into an eternal and irresolvable cycle of fate.

The ice turned into fire, the flames turned into ice, and the sudden cold and heat finally inspired an endless explosion, alternating red and blue, the golden light suddenly shone on the contact surface of the ice and fire repeatedly raging, and then the terrifying golden fire like the elegy of the gods instantly turned into a golden cupola lightsaber, and burst out one after another from the linear world.

Earthquakes, explosions, roars, and light radiation strong enough to purify everything erupted in this nameless night. The clash of ice and fire, the clash of red and blue, the final result is the transformation of light that symbolizes annihilation.

However, at the moment when the light rose, Yinchen suddenly adjusted his posture, and a low murmur was like a dream in the exploding air, and his silver-white fingertips slightly bloomed with a little dark light.

"Broken Moon: Black Coffin. ”

At the moment when the light burst to its peak, in the center of the most brilliant light, a black shadow in the shape of a cube suddenly appeared, but it was full of dark magic, and it became the most intolerable existence in this spontaneously formed purification field. Light and shadow, in the moment of simultaneous existence, began the most ferocious mutual pouring and martyrdom. Light and darkness, black and white, suddenly became the deadliest eternity between heaven and earth in that instant.

Time and space completely disappeared in that moment, turning into a small gray void, and then, the twisted and violent gray-black energy in the gap between time and space exploded, completely annihilating everything within a radius of a hundred steps into slag. Silver Dust fled as soon as he released the black coffin, ascending the stairs to the top of the mountain unhindered, his white robes hunting in the turbulent air, and suddenly looking back, the shadow of the hood was illuminated only for a moment in the gray light, revealing half of his youthful face, and then returning to a calm gloom.

Yinchen glanced back at the place where the old man had stood, trembled his shoulders slightly, and turned his head away. Look up at the towering staircase that leads to the top of the mountain. He knew that the old man would never survive again, time and space annihilation, that was the most extreme destructive force in the light and dark hedge, even time and space itself were completely annihilated, and there would never be any object left in it.

In fact, Silver Dust's last black coffin was completely superfluous, because the purifying holy light that erupted after the hedge of water and fire was enough to completely purify the Merge Dao master into nothingness.

Now it's a good thing, there is a big pit with a diameter of 100 steps in the village, the pit is full of negative energy, no bacteria and plants will grow in a million years, animals and people will feel palpitations when they get close, this big pit with a radius of 100 steps has become the most complete place of death.

The first moment Silver Dust stepped on the stone steps, the gray-yellow soil layers on both sides of the stone steps began to move, and the sound of snoring and clicking was endless, as if dozens of hinges were turning in the dirt on both sides of the stone steps.

The silver magician bowed his head slightly, the shadow of his hood completely obscured his face, and the lonely white figure, like a pale geyser that had just left its body, swayed towards the top of the mountain.

The small figure outlined by the pale robe that swayed weakly with the night wind looked so small compared to the bare mountain of earth, with no vegetation and only a blue and white stone staircase, it seemed so small, as if it were a small ant on the body of a giant beast. Under the pale wide sleeves, the silver-colored fist clenched suddenly, and the silver-white fist blade grew out of the fingers, like extra limbs. The flame symbolizing purification jumped at the tip of the spur, emitting a red glow that tinged towards gold. When his fists were clenched, when the mana exploded, when everything was ready, the silver magician cautiously took the first step after ascending the steps.

The clicking sound became louder and louder, and the mud bleached by the moonlight stirred, and the sharp corners of the whole area emerged, and the thick soil and soft sand grains all erupted upwards in a wave of restless power, like a fountain composed of sand and soil, shooting straight into the air, and then, under the action of a strong wind from the [array], it gathered towards the silver dust from all directions.

The pale figure seemed to be engulfed by the sand in an instant, but in the infinitely distant deep space above his head, a dark force was pulled down, enveloping the pale figure like a divine blessing from heaven. The mystery and darkness from the deep space poured straight down, rubbing against the air, and turned into a colorful pillar of light. The colorful phantom light is not brilliant, let alone dazzling, only in the quiet night, exuding a bewitching beauty, like a dim and dignified neon.

The Dark Divine Blessing, an enchantment of the same nature as the Light Divine Blessing, centered on the pale figure, unfolded in a large scale, enveloping the space within a radius of ten zhang. The quicksand and earth suddenly came to a standstill at that moment, and fell straight down silently, covering a thin layer on the steep slope. Farther away, dust and dirt were blocked out of the barrier, and along the edge of the rounded barrier, they rumbled up into two small streams of mud that flowed down the steep slope.

After the sand was raised, a second wave of attacks came.

The barrier shook violently, then cracked in all directions in the shape of a spider's web, and then shattered with a thud. In the rolling of the sand, one by one the miserable white bone claws scratched towards the pale figure.

There was no wind, no energy, only a dark and silent force, surging from the sharp bone claws that had completely lost all flesh and all fingernails, and struck from all directions with a sharp roar that almost broke through the air.

The silver fist suddenly emerged from its wide sleeve, and with a raging fire, it slammed into the pale bone claws.

Demon Cry Slash Fist.

There is no divine power of the Skeleton Emperor, no inky black fist shadow, no deep and dark violent crushing, and no cookie-cutter straight fist. The Demon Cry Slash Fist, which completely belongs to Silver Dust, is not only a fist, but also a claw, and also a palm, which is ever-changing, integrating speed, skill and strength, a new mage fighting technique.

The first punch he threw and the flames rose.

A blazing red glitter, streaked through a straight line in the moonlight.

The pale night scene was torn open by the scarlet fate. In the crimson cracks, what bloomed was the entire Otherworld.

The flaming fist collided with the tip of the bone claw.

In that short second or so on, countless back and forth. After all, the Demon Crying Slash Fist comes from the ghosts and gods, and the extreme speed and strong strength have not weakened in the slightest because the flames have replaced the darkness of the past.

It wasn't the bombardment of a fireball, it was the flame that destroyed the darkness.

A second after the reciprocating punch, Silver Dust stopped and watched quietly as the crimson flame exploded in front of his eyes, rumbling into a catastrophe that wiped out the darkness.

"I'm the God of Ashes, the descendant of the Fusiliers......" With these words, the magician continued to walk up the steps, each of his steps floating in the scorching and expanding air.