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The old man snorted coldly, the scepter in his hand let out a ghost scream, like a war roar, the old man held the staff in one hand, raised his right hand flatly, and the end of the staff was firmly pointed at the tip of Yinchen's nose, and then he exerted force under his feet, and walked with the staff, and actually stabbed the short staff in his hand like a long sword, and the two ghost hands at the top of the scepter were extremely vicious towards Yinchen.

The ghost's bone claws brought up a violent wind pressure, and the roar that tore through the air shook the eardrums, and the old man came with a blow from thirteen zhang away, and the silver dust just shook his head for a long time.

The double ghost claws arrived in front of him with a fierce and vicious wind, and the huge breath of death turned into a dignified wind pressure, blowing up the robes of Silver Dust, the edge of the hood hunting, and the lower half of Silver Dust's face finally emerged from the shadow of the hood.

The corners of his mouth, illuminated by the miserable white moonlight, evoke a little vicious arc. As soon as Silver Dust raised his hand almost instinctively, the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws were wrapped in a dazzling brilliance, and he fought fiercely with a ghost hand.

The light flashed, and the ghost hand was purified completely, and the figure of Silver Dust, at this time, actually transformed into three almost disconnected afterimages, and moved sideways lightly, avoiding the old man's fierce and straight attack, Silver Dust's knuckles flicked, and the nails on the four fingers flew out suddenly, and they suddenly grew up in the version of the empty bamboo, and finally revealed their true faces.

It wasn't some broken nails, it was a broken shuttle.

The first Skybreaker slammed into the remaining ghost claws, and the ghost claws directly turned into nothingness. And the second, third, and fourth Heavenbreaker slammed into the body protection wind that the old man had been blowing up at some point, and he actually stayed in mid-air in a daze, neither falling nor shattering and disappearing.

The old man stopped, and the movement of stabbing straight with his short staff suddenly froze, and layers of milky white wind swayed up and down his body, and a huge cyclone surrounded him, and the three skybreakers were in a stalemate.

"Do you actually want to use an ordinary Gangfeng to block the immortal song that has been reborn several times? It's ridiculous!" Yinchen sneered, and recited a spell that still retained his strength:

"Penetrate the heavens and the earth!

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

With three guns and six holes, the sky-breaking shuttle turned into a golden spear, which directly penetrated the Gangfeng on the old man's body and the old man's body. The blazing light turned into a golden flame, setting the old man on fire. The Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claw in Silver Dust's left hand dissipated, and he turned around, knowing that the battle was over.

He took a step towards the stairs at the foot of the mountain, and froze suddenly. He didn't look back, the shadow of the hood obscured all his expression, but the figure that swayed slightly still showed the surprise in his heart.

"Not dead, really worthy of being a top master!" Silver Dust turned around like a whirlwind, and saw the seal in the old man's hand, a pale green wind tightly surrounding his body, and the transparent scorched black hole was healing.

When healing, there is no defense. Yinchen knew this common sense, so he sneered, and his right hand kept holding the ground artillery, and finally let out an amazing roar.

"The dragon roars!" A fire dragon suddenly rushed out of the barrel, opened its burning mouth, and bit at the old man, the dragon's mouth, the red and orange sharp teeth, before it got close to the old man, it emitted a wave of several astonishing heat, as if it was a soldering iron in the shape of a dragon's teeth.

"Flames?!" the old man exclaimed, the wind attribute Gangfeng on his body suddenly condensed, and before the silver dust attacked, he urged the Gangfeng of his whole body to gather at the top of the short staff, and stabbed fiercely at the burning dragon.

The power of the wind attribute, condensed at the tip of the short staff, was as heavy as you, and it was immovable, and it simply turned into a dark patch of greenish. The power of the fire attribute was condensed at the tip of the dragon's tooth, burning fiercely and extinguishing, like a sharp red blade of light, the moment the dragon's tooth and the scepter touched, the air was still, time stopped, everything seemed to pause suddenly, and then a circle of white and red translucent gas explosion erupted.

The scorching wind, the explosion was deafening. In the wind, the old man's beard fluttered, and the silver dust's robes hunted. The two people, who were thirteen feet apart, seemed to be representatives of two different worlds, staring at each other.

The gray-white killing intent, with the spell fluttering in the old man's mouth, bloomed from the tip of the short staff, and turned into a ghost long sword conjured by the power of the necromancy, and the short staff in the old man's hand looked more like the handle of the two-handed heavy sword at this time.

The scarlet killing path, without warning and without reservation, directly charged out of the short barrel, street by street, Silver Dust fired many roaring fire dragons in a row at the rate of fire of one cannon per second, but this time, his attack had almost no effect.

The ghost's heavy sword was weightless, but it was extremely sharp, and it could cut off life with the help of dead air, and the old man held the short staff in both hands, and danced the illusory long sword in his hand like a windmill, beheading all the fire dragons that flew over.

Even with the bite force of the Hedao master's burst out Gangfeng with all his strength, the attacks of these fire dragons did not have any effect on the old man, because they were cut off their heads before they could pounce on them and take a bite, and the old man walked towards the silver dust while attacking, until he was close to the silver dust within five zhang.

At the moment when he stepped within a five-zhang distance of the silver dust, the silver dust, which had an extremely accurate grasp of the distance, suddenly moved.

Above his right hand, the bright thin sword appeared silently, and the most powerful body technique in the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" was unreservedly exerted by him, and even used the amplification ability in the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" to increase his speed. Arcane acceleration was also activated, and even arcane annihilation was activated, all of which were focused on the faction magic "Mirror Killer", which specializes in increasing speed and attack power in dark magic, making Silver Dust completely turn into a pale shadow.

The shadow of Silver Dust passed by the old man before he could react, and then four sword lights tore his protective body to pieces.

None of the four sword lights hit his body, and they brushed past him as if they were deliberately staying behind, but at that moment, the old man roared almost instinctively, and there was a sudden sound of cracking in his body, and the realm of the original fourfold river suddenly dropped, and suddenly increased to the fifth level of the combined path.

A thin, very condensed dark blue aura that was almost like a liquid suddenly covered the surface of his body, and the old man with white hair only had time to make such a move before he felt his body and mind fall into a complete cold.

In an instant, just a moment, the battle was almost over.

The old man's body was frozen in the thick ice in an instant, and the huge amount of ice seemed to have directly omitted the process of condensation, and the old man's surroundings appeared almost out of thin air, completely sealing and burying him. The horror of the Ice and Snow Sealing Sword came to the world for the first time.

"It's a pity, if it's a one-two one, it will be frozen directly, and it will completely turn into a crystal within three seconds...... This move is a fusion of Falushy's curse!" The lightsaber in Silver Dust's hand completely shattered and disappeared. He turned and looked at the old man fixedly, and another battle plan was quickly conjured up in his mind.

"Chi You Wan's transformation technique is very powerful, but what is really terrifying is Chi You Martial Arts, right?" Yin Chen raised his hands and couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched the swirls of red and blue energy slowly seep out of his silver hands. "Demon Crying Slash Fist, actually, it has become the first divine skill that my silver dust can master, the divine skill!"

He squeezed his fist suddenly, then let go, and quickly changed his gestures, claws, fingers, palms, knives, fists, and five shapes, and he could actually match all the water-based and fire-based magic he mastered.

It was no longer the Demon Crying Slash Fist of the Ghosts and Gods, it was a mastery of Silver Dust that combined all the elements of combat by combining the Divine Consciousness of the Ghosts, the Divine Consciousness of Chiyou, the Divine Consciousness of Chiyou, the Divine Soul of Huaxia and the Gabriel Magic Civilization and even the Canonicle Civilization.

The Demon Cry Slash Fist, the secret mystery of the final battle of Silver Dust.

The wind swirled inside the ice.

The heavy ice wall shattered, and then a large chunk of ice fell off the surface, and finally the entire huge body of ice completely shattered. The old man coughed, whezed, and walked out of the broken ice with embarrassment and resentment that had plummeted in strength.

The way he looked at Silver Dust had changed, flickering and wandering.

The old man's face was pale, he never thought that the first hunter silver could actually become such a terrifying master in an instant, his strength did not seem to cause any trouble to himself, but the combat skills issued in his hand, except for the first tentative attack, each one was unimaginably powerful.

He couldn't imagine what kind of experience could make a kid who only knew how to catch prey in the past become such an inhuman powerhouse.

"What are you doing, where did you learn it, did you learn it?" the old man asked in a deep voice, a large amount of gray smoke rising from the short staff in his hand, which was rapidly gathering into a ghostly two-handed sword. He stared at Silver Dust, his legs shaking unnaturally.

"Aren't I a little insect carving? You're the most honorable old man here, aren't you? You're the most powerful villager here? ”

"That's because of your magic spells! You unleashed the magic before, didn't you?" the old man roared, his look of annoyance and anger, as if he had been questioned by the force during the day.

"Yes, I've done tricks and feet before, but that can only work with a weaker popularity than me?

"Since you know that my cultivation is higher than yours, and I am an elder, should you respect me?" The old man's tone was full of impatience: "According to the sacred and undesecrated law......"

"I'm sorry, we're enemies now, and between you and me, there's only one person alive. Silver Dust suddenly took a step, and a dazzling blue light erupted from the long sword in his hand.

"Why?" the old man exclaimed with some panic, "I am your elder, you should respect me......"

"I just want to kill you!" Yinchen's voice was cold, and he slowly raised two white fists: "It's useless to talk too much and continue to fight." ”

The old man's figure shook a little, and he was a little scared, because silver dust could manipulate fire and ice, this ability should not be something that people can have, this is the ability of the gods, the old man's heart was shaken.

The hard power of silver dust is impossible to pose a threat to the old man, and the gap between the realms of a heavy realm, in the old man's opinion, no means can be narrowed, let alone a follow-up evaluation, but the silver dust's attack means are either flame or ice, these are the two forces that everything or everything in the world is afraid of, and the old man feels that he is really using his flesh and blood to fight against Huanghuang Tianwei.

"You wicked obstacle!" Silver Dust's completely disrespectful attitude angered the old man, as a representative of those old old men, as the strongest person in the village except for the witch, he had never been insulted like this since he was old and became an old man, not even in his dreams.

Anger gave him courage, and his long-standing brain was no longer bright, unable to analyze his own wins and losses in the intricate comparison of strength in front of him. Silver Dust's strength is lower than him, his means are higher than him, he can't tell what will happen next, and the only remaining teaspoon of reason in the simple brain circuit is also crushed by the anger of the mountain monster in his chest. The old man roared, his figure flashed, and he rushed straight towards the silver dust.

It was either a staggered break, or a charge with brute force. The magician's silver eyes flashed with a black streamer like a mischievous demon, but it was completely obscured by the shadow of the hood. The clenched fist was released.

"Cross shield wall. The dark power urged the magic, and the colorful streamers formed the crowning of the gods, and the four sides were pure black and translucent, and the shields with various colors of streamers flashed on them appeared in front of the silver dust, forming a cross shape, separating him from the old man.

The old man was silent, the short staff in his hand was like the hilt of a sword, and the ghost's long sword was like a blade......

No, it wasn't a blade, the ghost sword looked like it was chopping, but there was not the slightest sword qi on the edge of the blade, and there was no sharp feeling, but it brought up a heavy wind pressure like a hammer, which was the wind pressure of a blunt weapon such as a stick and hammer, not the wind pressure of sword qi.

The old man waved the short staff in his hand, and a set of stick techniques flowed smoothly, but the ghost long sword at the top of the staff could not exert a power of one percent at all, the ghost long sword was originally sharp and thin, even a two-handed sword could use the path of a one-handed thin sword, but he used the magic of the stick to control it, which would only minimize the performance of the weapon itself.

Bang bang!

There were twelve dull dull sounds, and the crowns of the gods on all sides of the silver dust had all been shattered, but the old man's attack was also blocked. The magician's exposed mouth pouted fiercely, revealing an ugly expression of disdain. His hands clenched, but let go a little boredly.