Therefore, at that moment, Aunt Feiquan instinctively agreed with Yinchen's approach, she recognized the moves in Yinchen's "Soul Condensation Dafa" that Yinchen had just used, which were moves that the non-core disciples in the Demon Pavilion could not learn, and even Zhang Mengmeng herself would only be half, and she would only learn 5 styles at 9 o'clock. There is no way for Aunt Feiquan to doubt Silver Dust's claims, facts speak louder than words. At that moment, she also instinctively had a trace of respect for Yinchen, who was on a mission, but in the blink of an eye, she came back to her senses, covered up her true feelings, and the expression on her face was forcibly pulled back by her, and she continued to put on a resentful expression of unrelenting.

"Nonsense! Empty words! Boy, no one will believe your lies! You are obviously a dog sent by Feng Lieshan who doesn't know what the hell he wanted!" she became more and more angry, and her right hand suddenly exerted force, and a spear pierced the center of Yinchen's eyebrows like a poisonous snake.

"Believe it or not. Yinchen's expression instantly became as cold as a stone carving, he knew that Zhang Mengmeng's death was just an after-dinner conversation for these monks, just an excuse that could be used, and the person who was really sad would only be left in the world, Yinchen, right? He didn't expect these monks with simple minds and well-limbed limbs like gorillas to understand him, and he didn't even expect them to believe his words, these people were just weeds that could be harvested at any time in Yinchen's eyes.

He raised his hand slightly, and shook it in the air. A blinding flash of fire erupted from his palm. The spear that Feiquan Shigu stabbed in the air was held by a large hand condensed by flames, and it only took a second to melt the spear head into molten iron.

The wooden barrel of the spear immediately burst into flames, turning into a torch in an instant, and Aunt Feiquan hurriedly threw the barrel of the gun, and at the same time suddenly waved out her left hand, throwing out the three lancets between her fingers and piercing them into the silver dust.

The lancet struck the silver dust, but it couldn't hurt him in the slightest, and behind him spun a huge wheel of light, which was crowned by the gods.

Silver Dust stretched out an index finger straight and fixed its point towards Feiquan's eyebrows, and a bright fire suddenly gathered on his index finger, which then condensed into a ball. "Wyvern Strike Thief Flame Cannon!" he shouted softly, and a large fireball more than a foot in diameter dragged a long flame tail and roared towards the Flying Spring. Feiquan, who had lost his weapon, had no choice but to condense the vitality of his whole body, conjured up wind and thunder in the palm of his right palm, and slapped it with one palm.

With an explosion, the piercing red light suddenly lit up the sky, and a large fireball equivalent to the power of a 155mm howitzer collided with the Gangfeng that entered the body. The blast blew up the clothes of the silver dust, and bombarded the flying fountain into the air. She spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and plunged headlong into the crowd to never reappear.

"Is there anyone else?" Yinchen's voice sounded coldly for the third time: "If not, please get out of the way, as the saying goes, good dogs don't get in the way!"

"Boy, Hugh is rampant, do you still want to go against so many of us?" At this time, Fang Tianhang, who had blended into the crowd, finally spoke, his voice was as high and sharp as a eunuch as always: "Come on, the Divine Sword Gate belongs, give it to me, I don't believe that this kid has three heads and six arms!" He viciously ordered his subordinates. The 25 people of the Shenjian Gate besieged Wan Jianxin and were repelled by a blow, which made him lose face, and Wang Yunguang's death made him completely lose people in front of Aunt Mingquan. Fang Tianhang knew that this siege of Wan Jianxin was for Ming Quan to give him a test, to test his ability to do things, and to test whether those who defected to the Holy Water Sect with other Fang Tianhang were valuable. This time, a sect besieges a person, if it is done again, then the status of Fang Tianhang and the entire Divine Sword Sect behind him in the eyes of Senior Aunt Mingquan is self-evident, and when the time comes, he may directly become Lei Qianqi's "subordinate" to lick the asshole of that dwarf winter melon, so that Mingquan will be happy. That was something that Fang Tianhang couldn't stand himself!

"Silver Dust, be careful......" Hearing Fang Tianhang's words, Wan Jianxin was the first to panic, as the former chief of the Divine Sword Sect, of course he knew how much strength his junior brothers and sisters had. It was nothing for them to carry it alone, but with more than 100 people going up together, it was a terrifying force that even the masters of the Distraction Realm did not dare to call out for easily.

Wan Jianxin looked around and found that he and Yinchen had long been surrounded, and they were the same in any direction they broke through, and they couldn't rush out at all. Wan Jianxin felt that even if he cut off the only remaining Xuanshu sword in his hand, he would not be able to do so many masters who were almost all in the realm of entering the body, this was not adopted by some local government, it was probably no more than a few hundred troops in the high section of Peiyuan, but there were hundreds of monk elites here, and each of them could be ten when they were put into the ranks. Counting up, the overall strength of these people is not much different from an army of three thousand people.

When Wan Jian thought of this, he couldn't help but feel desperate and guilty. He gritted his teeth, and finally really pulled out the "Tianchong" on his waist completely!

"That's it! Today, I, Wan Jianxin, can only offend everyone for the sake of a brother! Wan Jianxin, today I don't believe in my words, I have destroyed the bloody oath of the past, and I am willing to be punished by the god of five thunders! In the future, I will fall into hell, and I only hope to give Brother Yinchen the slightest chance to escape and survive! Yinchen, you can remember, you have to live!" As he spoke, he walked up step by step with his sword, standing side by side with Yinchen, facing the army of nearly four hundred monks from the Holy Water Sect, the Divine Sword Sect, the Iron Palm Gang and even the Interpretation Sect gathered around him.

The two figures, one tall and one short, stood proudly among hundreds of monks wielding knives and guns, and their bodies seemed to radiate an invisible light, illuminating these monks to be ashamed of themselves. The two of them have known each other for a short time, and even separated from good and evil before, but they both have the determination to die generously for their brothers. This is brotherly benevolence, this is brotherly benevolence, and then look at the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect mixed in the crowd, they and Wan Jianxin used to be brothers, but where is their benevolence?

Many people were infected by Wan Jianxin's words, many people lowered their heads, and did not dare to face Wan Jianxin and the silver-haired boy beside him, Wang Shenhai, who was hiding in the crowd, could no longer sarcastically mock Wan Jianxin's "stupidity", so he could only silently pick up an ordinary long sword and follow the crowd silently. The encirclement shrank silently, no roars, no invective, no sarcasm, no justification for one's own actions. At this time, everyone knew that Wan Jianxin was just the [Vote for Name] of the Divine Sword Sect and the Holy Water Sect, and the silver-haired boy beside him was a heroic man who really had nothing to do with this matter but had to be involved in it and sent to death, desperate for his brother. (To be continued.) )