However, in the next second, his good mood was completely shattered, and his confidence that had swelled up at some point was instantly evaporated. The cold and piercing pain came from the lower abdomen, where the most important dantian of the monks was located. Wang Yunguang slowly lowered his head in disbelief, and was shocked to see that his dantian was pierced by a spear composed of Xuan Ice.

Spear? How is it possible? Isn't that kid holding a sword in his hand? Wang Yunguang's mind slowly and struggled with such thoughts, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat.

Another spear pierced his throat.

"God-killing spear!" Silver Dust's spell only reached the ears of the onlookers through the sudden cold air at this time. Yes, the Spear of God Slayer, not some more elaborate swordsmanship. Silver Dust has always been a mage, and he has always used the thinking of a mage to solve problems. In battle, when he found that his newly learned martial arts were not useful, his first consideration was not to figure out more powerful moves, not to find a way to make his martial arts mellow and flexible, but how to kill the enemy by casting melee spells or even activating and transforming the magic he had already cast.

Yinchen's swordsmanship is still sharp and jerky, and he has not made any progress, but the magic added to his swordsmanship, no matter how tattered and blunt the tricks are, they can become unguardable killer moves. Yinchen was gambling just now, gambling king Yunguang, a melee monk, would never imagine that the ice sword in his hand would become a spear, but for an ice magician, the ice sword conjured with the "summoning ice sword" magic is used to turn into a spear, after all, the spear is far away! Of course, there are many magicians who are more frustrated, turning the ice sword into an ice bullet.

Wang Yuguang hunched over and fell sideways. The two spears turned into ice mist and drifted away with a snap of the silver dust's fingers. A large amount of blood gushed out from the lower abdomen of Wang Yunguang's throat, quickly staining the ground red, making his form look more like a plate of fried shrimp in sauce. The light device in his hand let out a sharp scream, as if some animal had been frightened, and suddenly it soared into the air, and suddenly flew away without a trace.

Yinchen turned around again and gave Wan Jianxin a thin back. Wan Jianxin looked at the little silver dust with silver hair and silver clothes, and his heart was mixed, the brothers who had been together for more than ten years turned against each other overnight, and the friends who had only known each other for a few days came forward at the most difficult juncture.

"Is there anyone else? who is too long, come to pick me up with a sword!?" Yinchen suddenly burst out, yelling at the crowd of black oppression: "Don't you have the guts? Then make way for the master!Don't pile up in front of the master like ****, looking upset!" He roared, and his hand suddenly lit up with a crimson light.

"Boy, Hugh is rampant!" Before Yinchen's words fell, he was pushed back by a cold squeak. At the same time, a blue figure jumped out of the crowd, and the figure was extremely graceful, and it was Aunt Feiquan.

"Boy, we haven't finished settling the accounts last time!" Feiquan scolded coldly and asked the spear in his hand to the ground at the same time, only to hear a boom, the grass and dirt around her were scattered and flew up with the force, and the scene was not shocking.

"Don't forget it, Zhang Mengmeng is already dead and killed by Feng Lieshan. Yinchen looked at the woman in front of him who had a graceful posture and a good face, but she didn't like to rub her body with other women, and her tone of voice softened for a while. Yinchen didn't have time to ask Zhang Mengmeng, would this person be her best friend, he only knew that whenever a woman grinds the mirror, most of them are between more intimate people. Maybe this person used to be very good with Zhang Mengmeng, otherwise with a shrewd mind like Zhang Mengmeng, he would be tied up like that without resistance?

Before Yinchen's words fell, Senior Aunt Feiquan suddenly shuddered, as if she had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar, and the threatening look on her face collapsed instantly, and her whole face became blue and white, and at the same time, there was an extraordinarily bitter cry from behind Yinchen: "Zhang Mengmeng is dead?"

Yinchen didn't make a sound, just nodded heavily, which was considered to be an answer to Wan Jianxin's question, his mood became worse and worse day by day after Zhang Mengmeng left, and the longing for his sister slowly corroded his soul like a poison.

Wan Jianxin opened his mouth, but he never said anything more, he didn't even know how to comfort Yinchen. He knew in his heart that Zhang Mengmeng and Zhang Hongyu sisters were separated, completely thanks to his master, this was a tragedy created by his master, so it should be compensated by his Wan Jian Xin, but how to compensate? Wan Jian Xin didn't know, although he was eager to know.

On the other hand, Aunt Feiquan of the Holy Water Sect still looked scared and cute, only her hand curled up in her sleeve was not cute at all. There were three slender lancets between her left fingers, which were gifts given to her by Zhang Mengmeng before her death, but now, she was quenched with Sanyuan poison and used to plot against the person Zhang Mengmeng valued the most before her death.

Aunt Feiquan delicately controlled the expression on her face, and slowly transformed from surprise to sadness: "Ah! how could she suddenly ......" Then she quickly switched the expression on her face from sadness to resentment: "It's all your fault! If you hadn't injured the deity and robbed Zhang Mengmeng, she wouldn't have died!" She lifted the spear with her right hand, shook a spear in the air, pointed the tip of the spear at Yinchen's face, and howled like a shrew.

At this time, Feiquan's delicate body trembled, her eyes quickly reddened, and even tears were swirling in those radiant eyes, and with a little force, it was like a bead of broken thread across her beautiful cheeks: "You kid......" She trembled in her voice, gritted her teeth and whispered: "If you hadn't injured the deity and kidnapped Senior Sister Zhang Mengmeng, I'm afraid it wouldn't be like this...... Say, are you colluding with that Feng Lieshan and killing the senior sister of the deity!" She said with tears in her eyes, her trembling voice made the listeners change color, as if they were infected by her grief, and the eyes that looked at Yinchen gradually took on a bit of disgust. Only Yinchen himself, through the magician's huge spiritual power, keenly captured a trace of light in the depths of Feiquan Master's eyes, which was not even a hidden look that could be seen directly with his eyes.

"If your mentor gave his life to get you to deliver a message to Zhang Mengmeng, what can you do?" Yinchen asked Aunt Feiquan in a word. Her expression, her movements, all collapsed in an instant, replaced by instinctive astonishment and understanding. The people in the Demon Dao have strict hierarchies, pay attention to the rules of etiquette and law, and the task entrusted by the teacher with his life is the supreme mission that both the righteous path and the demon path monks will use their lives to complete. This is not stupid, this is the most basic principle that a person can gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes, if you can't even do this, then what's the difference between a person and a monkey? )