Bai Prison, who was staring at Yinchen closely, heard the shouting orders of the elders of his own sect, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and the energy on his body couldn't help but loosen slightly, he poured his anger into his feet, his body swayed slightly, and he was about to leave.

As soon as the figure of the little fat man in armor moved, a huge icicle suddenly rose from behind him, like a wall, separating him from the people of the Golden Sword Gate.

"Want to leave?" Yinchen's voice was full of cold killing intent: "Do you want to pat your ass and leave after killing Senior Brother Wan? Yinchen approached the prison without fear, and the momentum on his body became more and more inhuman: "Boy, as the saying goes, killing pays for life, those elders of yours killed Senior Brother Wan, you can stay and pay for your life first." ”

"You ****** not qualified to say the words 'Senior Brother Wan'! Demon Pavilion's bastard!" Prison roared, and under the pressure of the monstrous momentum, he fearlessly pulled out the big knife behind him, which was an iron-colored, half-moon-shaped thick-backed big knife, and the weight was estimated to be comparable to the weight of an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

A heavy silver-colored wind like a metal mountain erupted from the Prison Worship's body, and at the same time, the cold of the deep snow turned into sharp icicles that pierced the sky, encircling the silver dust and the Prison in the middle.

"You are not qualified to shout the three words 'Senior Brother Wan'! You despicable inferior scum!" Prison Worship Tiger eyes were full of tears, and the muscles and bones of his body made an armor-like clicking sound, obviously angry to the extreme: "You must have used some evil magic to bewitch Senior Brother Wan and force him to bury all his fellow senior brothers! Bury the Divine Sword Sect! And keep saying that you are his savior! You have ****** enough of this kind of drama in the Demon Wei Pavilion! Master Tie Jinxing! You were killed by you like this!" He gasped, and his voice suddenly calmed down: "Even if I go to prison and die, I will never let the subordinates of the Demon Wei Pavilion succeed...... The elders just used a sneak attack or something to save Senior Brother Wan, and that was also a matter of course!

Silver Dust didn't listen to him carefully, and while he spoke, Silver Dust tucked the two axes into his sleeves.

"Hmph, it's useless to talk too much, let's fight to the death with me!!" Yinchen said coldly, and in his mind, bits and pieces with Wan Jianxin appeared, Wan Jianxin, this person, arrogant and reserved, sometimes even a little pretentious, deliberately showed a killing Matt-style indifference, but his soul is really not bad. For him, it's okay to have a fight with these ruthless and unrighteous righteous paths and kill a few people, right?

Thinking so, Yinchen slowly raised his palm and pushed a palm towards the prison six zhang away.

At the same time, the prison let out an earth-shattering roar, and a silver wind blew up and down his body, and he rushed directly with a giant machete in both hands. Where is that posture staggered and broken, it's just about to pounce and fight hard with Yinchen one by one.

With a bang, an icicle was violently shattered, and the three powerful monks who entered the Great Perfection urged the Gangfeng like a stream of steel, and the soldiers were outflanked towards the silver dust in three ways. Silver Dust ignored them, instead staring at the onrushing Hell, a soft purple light erupting from his own body, and retreating towards the rear at an astonishing speed.

The charging technique of Baijiao was obviously a lot higher than the three famous masters, and it was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into this, so when the silver dust retreated, he chased after it, and the speed of the meteor catching the moon gradually left the three elders who were not good at speed behind.

The two of them crossed a distance of hundreds of zhang in an instant, and this distance had to be invalid no matter what bewitchment**. The black-faced elder's strategy was successful, but everyone's faces were almost as dark as him, and he saved Wan Jianxin but took the first day of the sect to the young man, and this deal was a big loss.

The black-faced elder snorted angrily, explained a little, and chased after the three elders.

"Six Dragons Imperial Driver!" Yinchen retreated and coldly drank these four words, this is a fire magic that only the mages of Evil Luo Hai City can use, it is said to come from the imperial palace of Evil Luo Hai City in ancient times! Silver Dust's palm first condensed an ordinary fireball, and then the fireball was like a seed sprouting, and quickly grew six hideous fire dragons, each of these six fire dragons is a snake body antlers, a lion's mouth eagle catch, a carp tail, and the scales all over the body are thin flames, but stretch out five claws and a pair of whiskers, which is completely different from Gabroyle's real dragon with two wings on its back, and it is completely the image of the so-called Oriental Divine Dragon in the ancient civilization of Evil Luohai City. The attack power of each of the six five-clawed fire dragons is equivalent to a well-dosed Flame Dragon Roar, and the six add up to six times the power of the Flame Dragon's Roar, and the total consumption of this magic is only about half of the Flame Dragon's Roar.

The six fire dragons let out a dragon groan that was enough to shatter the hearts of mortals, and with a faint dragon might, they rushed straight towards the Worship Prison, and the Worship Prison didn't need to think carefully at all, just by breath induction, it was easy to tell that this was a six-fold attack of a nine-fold master who had entered the body, and he might not be able to resist it at all, because his cultivation at this time was only three times into the body.

In the face of the menacing six fire dragons, the young Bai Hei did not choose to dodge, and he didn't even have the intention of dodging sideways. Bai Hell stopped suddenly, picked up the huge machete in his hand high, and a sky-shattering killing intent burst from the half-moon-shaped blade, and a silver light almost lit up the night sky.

Yinchen didn't continue to retreat, he stopped, and looked at the young man who was not much older than himself with a gloomy expression, the pride of breaking the heavens and the earth, the kind of panic and righteousness that I wanted to dominate the sky, accompanied by his clear and bright, but there was a blow that could not be returned, and it broke out in an instant, and the silver sword almost cut the night sky.

"Broken Mountain!" Bai Prison shouted violently, and a violent sword shot out like a wild wave, forming a complete ring with a radius of one zhang around him, which was the most rigid Gangfeng that Yinchen had never seen since he parted with Xuanzhi, that Gangfeng was too hard, too textured, too sharp and impactful, so that Yinchen even regarded the ring-shaped Gangfeng as a ring-shaped entity blade, and the sharp breath and metal-like hard oppression erupted from Baizhen's body, and in an instant, it collided with the six fire dragons。

After the dull explosion, the fire dragon shattered into scattered sparks as if the water had hit the rock, and the prison still stood in place without retreating.

The coercion he exuded up and down the mountain was so hard, too hard, his Gangfeng didn't need any scorching thunder and lightning, any toxin corrosion, or any spiritual disturbance of the undead, and his Gangfeng was enough to run rampant in the rivers and lakes with that heavy and rigid huge momentum.

It was a hard-core teenager that Silver Dust had never seen before, so hard that he could barely bite it.

A thin trace of red blood still flowed from the corner of Bai Prison's mouth, after all, he only had three layers of entering the body, and the realm was the same as silver dust, and it was obviously unrealistic to really block the attack of the nine layers of entering the body.

However, he didn't wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he just dragged his frighteningly heavy big knife, and crushed towards the silver dust step by step, each step of the gesture was like a mammoth.

The elders of the Golden Dao Gate rushed here, but they suddenly didn't dare to take a step forward, because suddenly, a drop of ice-blue light precipitated out of the dark night sky, like the cold rain in the winter of the southern country, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and a momentum of air crossing that could not be resisted exploded from the small body of Silver Dust.

Magician's Natal Buff: Celestial Calamity

In the heart of every magician, there is an elemental tribulation, and there is the deepest and most violent emotion, turning the inner feeling into a spell to release it, changing the heavens and the earth, and controlling the mortal dust, this is the whole meaning of a magician.

The general trend of heaven and earth, merged with the earth-shattering momentum of silver dust, the madness of heaven and earth, and the realm of silver dust merged, the natal magic of the heavenly tribulation is passively effective, that is to say, silver dust does not know when he will inadvertently trigger this magic.