The golden-cyan whirlwind curled up into a round ball and smashed into Liu Overseer like a projectile, and on the overseer's fan, the same blue-purple ball condensed and crashed towards Zhang Yun's golden-cyan ball, booming like a cement house collapsing, in a heavy and shocking loud sound, the two balls of energy collided like two metal balls, and then exploded and spread out very strangely and silently, turning into something like a wind blade, cutting tofu and chopping a table placed against the wall and the bottles, cans, bowls, chopsticks and dishes on the table. A curling ripple flashed in the air, and a huge dull impact was transmitted to Silver Dust, who was watching the battle in the shadows. The tiny silver dust felt as if it had been hit hard in the chest, and the dull pain made his eyes black.

Zhang Yun retreated, because his right hand was still bubbling with white heat, blisters appeared on his skin one after another, and an ominous burning aura spread out between the waves of his hand. In his body, a scorching air flow was wreaking havoc on the meridians on his left arm, and it was moving towards the dantian little by little. The vitality in Zhang Yun's body immediately formed one defense line after another to resist this heat flow, but those golden cyan air currents couldn't stand the heat of the air flow at all, and they escaped and retreated one after another.

"A Thousand Thunders"?" For the first time, there was a sense of panic in Zhang Yun's tone, and of course there was a strong unwillingness: "The master of the world who entered the body is actually ......."

He didn't have a chance to say the following, because the fan in Liu Dujun's hand suddenly burned in the blue-purple wind that he emitted, and then in a few slight crackling sounds, three pitch-black shadows flew into Zhang Yun's chest like ghosts.

This is called giving back to others in their own way. Liu Dujun said in a strange manner, and looked triumphantly at the three holes that were still expanding rapidly on Zhang Yunqian's chest: "The poison of the 'Hundred Bell Worm' is comparable to the one you gave me. ”

Zhang Yun didn't answer, but quickly took out a scarlet pill and threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it directly without chewing. Seeing her movements, Liu Dujun couldn't help but snort with envy and annoyance.

The battle in the room suddenly stopped for some reason. And from time to time there were unbearable weeps in the Zhang family, not only the low cries of the servants, but even the sobs of the Zheng Zheng man. Silver Dust stretched his curled up body slightly, and even left the dark gap slightly, looking at Zhang Yun who was standing in the center of the battlefield with a look of surprise. At this point, he seemed to have returned to his original state, and the three large holes in his chest had miraculously disappeared, but a sad atmosphere that had arisen for some reason lingered in the main hall. In that invisible atmosphere, it seems to entrust endless tragedy and ...... Sacred?

"Exterminating Elixir!He ate Exterminating Elixir!" I don't know who let out a scream, causing the people who were close to Zhang Yun to quickly move away from him, as if this person was exuding some kind of plague. The realm of silver dust sensed that in Zhang Yun's body, the internal organs were rapidly dissolving, dissolving into streams of liquid of unknown composition, and then being quickly absorbed by his musculoskeletal body, as if those dissolved internal organs were the best nourishment. Immediately after that, the meridians of Zhang Yun's whole body also quickly broke inch by inch, and the vitality in his body directly dissipated, completely fused into the muscles, and turned into countless tiny gangfeng in the middle of the muscle fibers.

"Overseer, I, Zhang Yun, with an oath of death, will duel with you, you ...... Do you dare?" Zhang Yun spoke, his voice as hard as rusty nails rubbing against each other. And Liu Dujun even took a step back the moment he opened his mouth, because he saw that Zhang Yun's mouth was no longer toothless and tongueless.

"I ...... All right. Liu Dujun threw down the fan bones that had been burned into black charcoal, and took out a cold dagger from his sleeve. Silver Dust looked at all this and shook his head silently. He knew that this was the so-called "most civilized tradition" in the world, dueling, dueling of personal opinion. Whether it is a confrontation between two armies, a family dispute, or even a gang vendetta, this one-on-one fighting method cannot be refused. This kind of duel is limited to the generals, once lost, not only the generals will die on the spot, but the generals' subordinates must also surrender, of course, the fate of those who surrender after the surrender is not clear.

Silver Dust is not interested in this kind of aristocratic duel at all, because there seems to be no war rules of "no killing prisoners" in this world, and it can even be said that almost all the rules of civilization do not need to be counted on, this is a barbaric world where slavery and burial systems prevail, and in the eyes of Silver Dust, it is no different from the Flood Era.

Duel, so to speak, this is one of the most civilized and fair things that people in this world can come up with.

Silver Dust straightened up in the dark corner, and used a mage's gaze to show his respect for the middle-aged man who had sacrificed his life to disobey the family's orders. In any case, this person dared to face the enemy that he could not defeat at all, and no matter what he wanted, this person took in the helpless himself. In the last seconds of this stout middle-aged man's life, she deserves silver dust, the respect of a little magician who is incognito.

The sword, for the first time was drawn from its scabbard, it was a prosaic sharp longsword, nothing more. The dagger was held in his right hand by Liu Dujun and slowly raised. Both men held their weapons and bowed slightly to each other. At this moment, everyone else in the dining room consciously dispersed silently.

The atmosphere in the dining room has changed, no longer the panic of the enemy's oppression, no longer the despair of being slaughtered, but an indescribable and slightly sacred tragedy. The two warring sides seemed to remember now that none of the two people in front of them could win, because none of them would survive.

The duel has nothing to do with life and death, because neither of them has any hope of survival. This duel seems to have suddenly turned into a competition on another level, a competition on martial arts, and a sacred ritual.

The crowd fell silent. There was silence in the dining room, only the two people in the middle of the standing circle slowly raised their respective weapons. Suddenly, a terrifying flash of light erupted from the sword, and thunder and lightning erupted from the dagger. The light on the longsword was no longer the cyan light emitted by Gangfeng, but the light of the torch reflected by the blade of the longsword. The light was like white rain, and like a long rainbow made of metal, following a trajectory that was unrecognizable by silver dust, sacrificing itself to stab at the lightning of grace.

At the same moment, the purple sharp electric tail followed the trajectory of the dagger, and suddenly it burst into a dazzling light, glowing with brilliance. Immediately afterward, countless semi-circular trajectories and a silver-white meteor collided one after another, arc sparks scattered and flew in all directions, and circles of dazzling cold light spread out in the heavy and sharp impact sound, followed by wind pressure that was enough to blow the strongest adult away. The clanging of swords is occasionally accompanied by the tooth-aching crunch of metal bending. The cold light that spread out in the circle also changed direction quickly and slowly.

The silver flashes and the blue-purple flashes collided violently a few times, and then suddenly increased their speed, and the dazzling lightning flashed violently in the air, but they could no longer keep up with the speed of the sword and dagger. At this time, the two of them could no longer see their figures, and could only see the occasional pause when their weapons were fighting in the air, and the bright light of silver and posture. The blue-purple electric light spread out in semi-circular arcs, turning into fierce winds, cutting the earth, baking wooden walls, and smashing all the surrounding tables and chairs into burning firewood. And that silver sword light became more and more rapid and spicy, faster and faster, and the angle became more and more tricky, gradually surpassing the encirclement and interception of the blue-purple electric light, and gradually turning into a storm-like offensive.

For half an hour, silver light and thunder danced wildly in the dining room, silver light was like a rainstorm, thunder and lightning were like heavenly punishment, countless silver-white and blue-purple curled arcs were entangled in the air, and finally turned into one after another explosion-like roar and scattered electric sparks. Half an hour later, at a certain moment, the figures of the two suddenly appeared, and the silver and blue-purple light suddenly disappeared.

The long sword in Zhang Yun's hand accurately passed through Liu Dujun's heart, while Liu Dujun's dagger was hanging in the air. Black, red, and stinky poisonous blood flowed slowly from the wound on Liu Dujun's chest, and it was obvious that his heart had already stopped working in the poison, and his blood pressure was no longer maintained. On Zhang Yun's body, all his clothes turned into ashes, his skin was covered with blisters, as if his whole person was doused with boiling water, and even his whole body was still exuding white heat. Although Zhang Yun seemed to be victorious from the final posture, his sword pierced Liu Dujun's body, anyone could see that his own body had already been completely pierced by the strange aura with the thunder and lightning emitted by Liu Dujun, and the scorching power of the thunder and lightning had already completely cooked him from the inside out.

Neither of them moved, neither of them fell, and they stood silently and stiffly in place, like endless bronze statues. In fact, the two of them had already died, and even the last few fights were done by instinctive twitching of muscle fibers, and their consciousness had long since dissipated.

The entire dining room was silent for about a quarter of an hour. Several times in the course of a quarter of an hour, Silver Dust wanted to unleash a light blast to temporarily blind the people here, but he didn't, because he suddenly began to be extremely eager to see Zhang Yating. The little girl's voice and smile began to appear in his mind. The scene of her curling up in the small cupboard with Silver Dust, the scene where she bravely pushed Silver Dust away and took full responsibility, the scene when she bit her lip and didn't say a word when she was whipped, the scene when she was recuperating from her injuries and saw Silver Dust secretly bring meat strips, the scene when she sat in the courtyard with Silver Dust counting the stars, the scene when she watched the second child in the hall for Silver Dust, and the scene when she looked at Silver Dust's eyes full of little stars when she was settling accounts...... Her sweet smile, her habit of raising her eyebrows when she was flying and domineering, the first time she learned Yinchen to raise her middle finger, she secretly bought marshmallows for Yinchen...... Images flashed faster and faster in Silver Dust's mind, as a sense of loneliness, hollowness, and not-so-evident guilt that made him unbearable rose from under his feet and went straight above his head. Silver Dust could barely think at this time, and could barely even judge his own position. He could feel very clearly that he could not seem to leave this cruel, gentle and righteous little girl.

Only then did he realize that in his heart, he had long regarded this girl as his only friend, or even his only relative.

Only then did he realize that this girl was the only person in the world who was truly good to him, the only one.

The Light Magic Light Burst was never fired. Launched from his hand was the Sword of Judgment, a light attack magic with extremely penetrating and purifying powers. It was a powerful beam of light half a meter in diameter, and it swept through the small half of the dining room like a sword, slashing a dozen sword-wielding armorers in two.

Silver Dust jumped up, leaned on the realm to sense the surrounding environment, found the nearest route and fled, rushing to the second floor, just now, he heard a terrible and desperate scream, it was the scream of a little girl when her body and mind were torn apart. That scream saved him from his nightmare fantasies, brought him to his senses, and made him decide his next action in an instant.

At this moment, there was no second person in the dining room who could react, including General Nie, the most powerful of these people, because it was pitch black in front of everyone's eyes. The light in the dining room was originally very dim, but Silver Dust threw out a light magic, not only killing a dozen enemies, but also completely putting the entire dining room under extremely high brightness. The beam of light emitted by the magic of the Sword of Judgment was not an ordinary light, but a laser, a very strange white laser, and its brightness was only higher than that of a flashbang.

Suddenly exposed to the bright light, the crowd was temporarily blinded, and it took a few seconds to recover, followed by an even bloodier and more chaotic battle between the monks......

[After a few minutes]

Although the Zhang family had the same hatred for the enemy and fought very seriously and hard, their strength was insignificant compared to the 8,000 armor soldiers of the entire Black Feather Army, and even compared with the 300 warriors who continuously attacked the "Good Luck Coming" restaurant. After a bloody melee, the Zhang family's resistance was crushed by the three charges of the Black Feather Army, who had advanced and retreated. Among the 30 masters, only one of the 13 major consummation realm masters saw that the situation was not good and fled, and the rest all died heroically. Immediately afterwards, the Black Feather Army swarmed into all corners of the restaurant and launched a merciless massacre against the elderly, women and children who had no ability to resist, and the entire "Good Luck Coming" restaurant suddenly became a hell on earth.

......

Silver Dust stood at the door of the dark chamber and looked inside, only to see three-quarters of the little girl's terrified face. The thick curtain obscured the life-devouring fire downstairs, and only a narrow triangular light came through the gap in the curtain, illuminating the few glittering tears in the corners of the little girl's eyes. Silver Dust's mind suddenly rolled up the tragedy of that hot summer night a year ago, and rolled up the small figure that rushed towards the dense sword rain after throwing out the meat bun. For an eleven-year-old boy, that sight was enough to overturn his fragile mind, enough to become a nightmare that he could not shake off for the rest of his life, and it was enough for him to experience it once, and he really did not have the courage to meet it a second time.

So after making sure that the little girl had only suffered some damage and had not really been harmed, he turned around without hesitation.

Now he knew what kind of person he was up against. The fierce battle between Zhang Yun and Liu Dujun made him completely realize the horror of these "miracles". It looks like a warrior at first glance, but it's actually far more powerful than the so-called warrior class or paladin class.

Silver Dust slowly turned around, turned ninety degrees to the left, and looked at General Nie, who was walking up the stairs step by step. The general's black armor was still spotless, the black feathers on his shoulder armor were still shiny, and even the sword hanging from his waist had never been unsheathed. Silver Dust looked at him blankly, watching him step by step up the stairs and towards him step by step.

"She's innocent, General. Silver Dust took the initiative to speak, this was the first time he had taken the initiative to speak in four years in this world.

"Yes, everyone here can be considered non-toxic. The general stopped, and stopped a foot in front of Yinchen, that is, 3 meters away. There was no expression on the general's face. His entire face looks like a wax figure. It's just that the right hand that held the hilt of the sword conveyed enough information to the silver dust.

"Since they're non-toxic, then why ......," Silver Dust then asked.

"The emperor's order is hard to disobey, that's all. The general replied, barely the slightest fluctuation in his voice, but the slight tremor in his voice was still known to Silver Dust. The general in front of him is rapidly burying his feelings under duty and loyalty.

"But she's still a child! she's only 10 years old, and she's not going to be a threat to anyone, is she?" Silver Dust raised his hands, as if trying to stop the general from the air. The general didn't answer him right away, just stood silent, unwilling to even make eye contact with Silver Dust.

The screams were now heard more clearly through the wooden walls into the narrow hallway. The miserable cries of the old and weak women and children before they died were even more unbearable to Silver Dust than the most maddening noise he had ever heard. "There are more children in this world, and she, and you, are not the special ones, so ...... Next time you are reincarnated, choose a better family. The general's words were passed on in the miserable background, waking up Silver Dust.

"Is there no other way?" Yinchen's hands slowly stretched forward, his five fingers spread his palms forward, as if he wanted to use a pair of immature fleshy palms to attack the general. He said in a genuinely pleading tone, trying to make a final effort.