At the cost of almost all of his light magic, the Hundred Cracked Claws of Divine Light were repeatedly solidified on his left hand, and since then, his left and right hands have turned into silvery-white metal, which has accompanied him for the rest of his life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What are you doing?!" thunder and the exclamation of ghosts and gods sounded in his mind: "Inheritor, you can actually copy the secret technique of our inheritance again!"

"That's nature, don't forget that I have "The Awakening of All Things", "Soul Condensation Dafa" and the entire inheritance of Canonikle's computer civilization, it is not difficult to repeat your two-dimensional inheritance process, of course, I can only re-deduce it in my own body, and I can't pass it on to others, unless I have mastered the soul hacking technology and can manipulate other people's minds. Silver Dust replied with his mental power, the heartfelt admiration of the ghosts and gods and the smug laughter of thunder echoed in his mind.

"Hah! Our chosen inheritors, how can they be compared to those wastes who cultivate divine skills!" If Thor's words were heard by the young man in black, it was estimated that he would be so angry that he vomited three liters of blood.

Silver Dust exposed his hands from the wide cuffs, his left hand below the wrist and below the shoulder of his right hand turned into silver metal, and his hands were no longer human hands at this moment. It was a sharp claw as hideous and terrifying as a demon god weapon, and the end of each knuckle carried a blade half the length of Mimura, like the arthropod of the Heaven Destroying Demon Gu. Above the claws, the light holy flame on the left, the heart-shattering cold smoke on the right, two flames, one red and one blue, burned silently under the night sky, as if infused with the peerless immortal weapon of the supreme demon spirit. Silver Dust raised his hand and made a subtle and fatally different starting gesture similar to "Demon Might's Hundred Split Hands", and then said to the black-clothed young man in front of him: "Report your name, and after a while, you will never have a chance to let people know." ”

"The former Iron Palm Gang moved to the left. The black-robed young man said solemnly, he knew that from this moment on, he and the guy in front of him who knew how to witchcraft were going to have a sacred and cruel duel of life and death, and his expression was not to respect the silver dust, but to respect the duel rules themselves.

"Silver dust. According to the rules, Silver Dust must also report his name, but he did not mention the Demon Pavilion, nor the Black Qi Building, nor the Civilization Temple, but simply reported his name. At this moment, he represents another world, another civilization.

"You're not from the Demon Pavilion?" Leng Zuoqian asked tentatively, and the moment he saw Yin Chen's starting style, he thought of the Demon Pavilion's "cannibalistic" magic skills.

"It used to be. Yinchen was half-truthful, he was still a secret disciple of the Demon Pavilion, but there was no need to tell anyone but himself about this identity.

The young man in black, that is, Leng Zuoqian, glanced at Yinchen very strangely, thinking to himself How could you not have any cultivation after you have entered the Demon Pavilion.

A trace of vigilance secretly rose in his heart, something was abnormal, either a monster or a monster. Under the effect of vigilance, he did not make a direct move, and put on the starting style of the defensive section of the thunder hand, and a pair of white palms contained a dark yellow faint light, protecting the vital points around him as if sealed.

The pitch-black robe, under the effect of energy, fluttered up, making him look like a righteous and high-ranking person. "Please!" he snorted, his tone full of the confidence of a generation of masters.

"Please!" shouted Silver Dust, his silver-colored robe fluttering like a banner armed by the morning sun.

The black robe flew suddenly, like an arrogant yaksha, and Leng Zuoqian's hands were continuously pressed into a Tai Chi flip shape, and it took six reciprocating strokes to resist the left hand that was stabbed straight by the silver dust. The scorching dark yellow wind struggled to block the raging flames, and the golden-red sacred fire was like a religious straw, cruelly and mercilessly leaving five burning scratches on the black-robed young man's left arm, and the wide sleeves of the black-robed robe were already scorched like carbon.

"You!" Leng Zuoqian's eyes widened angrily, with a vicious expression, the power of Yinchen's blow was completely different from just now, and it didn't look like a killing move from someone in the same realm at all. The blazing flame of judgment was still burning in his arm, the pain of burning was still swimming in the meridians, and before the strong crossbow Leng Zuoqian could fully react, the silver-colored right hand followed up with an attack.

There was no energy, no strong wind howling, only the spiraling and deflagrating ice flame followed indifferently with the moves of the cold breaking hand knife, and in the middle of the way, the hand knife was turned into a palm blow and was fiercely imprinted on the burning wound on Leng Zuoqian's left arm, ice and fire were combined, the hedge was annihilated, and a violent explosion exploded, in the blue fire of the large ball, Leng Zuoqian screamed, and was bombarded far away.

Silver Dust stopped, quietly enduring the belated grief of the distant spirit rhino, among the flood of pain, there was one grief that was the most acute, that was the crowning of the gods, Silver Dust reluctantly completely transformed his left hand into the same silver-white law hand as his right hand at the cost of sacrificing almost all the runes and spell energy of this spell position.

Yinchen took a deep breath, and took advantage of the time for Leng Zuoqian to get up for such a breath, and quickly consumed the little remaining soul origin in the sea of qi with large scars, and pieced together a weakened version of the gods crowned, speaking of the weakened version, it was actually not weak at all, because this god crowning was a pure rule-type shield that could withstand any Fei's continuous attack three times, with it, at least in front of the Yuanying master, Yinchen also got three chances to fight for his life.

He already had the Undercurrent Shield and didn't need the magic anymore.

Next to the coronation of the newborn gods, the god of light is still standing, this is a magic enchantment that defends against any continuous attack, with it with the coronation of the gods, I believe that the future battle will be much easier.

The silver-colored pupils struggled to gather their divine light in the sinking of grief, and at this moment, Leng Zuoqian had already gotten up in embarrassment, and used his remaining right hand to seal and draw the left hand that was almost crippled in Juyuan-if the burnt limb like frozen meat could still be called the left hand.

Silver Dust's face turned pale, just after the hedge of water and fire, in addition to the sadness of the distant spirit rhino in his body, there was also a large amount of compensation of the dark element, as he grew older, the hedging physique caused him more and more serious effects, this influence forced him to give up most of the light magic, and directly opposed the dark magic and water and fire magic, this influence forced him to sacrifice the "hack" just now , Merge this magic that combines the essence of the Canonial civilization under the awakening of all things with a relatively small compensation, this influence forces him to adjust his fighting style and offensive routines all the time, and constantly adjust the defensive strategy and magic used to counterattack, this effect seems to be bad, but once it is used well, the power that bursts out can definitely make a legendary master easily have a temporary god position, and it can also allow him to skip the apostle class and the dead class, and at the end of the legend, directly ascend to the god position。

Yinchen knew that his performance strength seemed to be gradually off the shelves, and he knew better that his hidden strength and potential were gradually increasing, once he took the god position as his life's goal, and now, he had to think about the matter of winning the Heavenly Rank, the ordinary law god and the heaven level law god, those are two completely different concepts.

Yinchen waited silently, as if with endless patience, waiting for Leng Zuoqian to finish his breathing, recover from his injuries, and once again drum up the wind of battle. He was patient because he knew that this was Leng Zuoqian's last dance in his life.

The silver hands suddenly clenched, and the illusion of the skull earth slowly unfolded under his feet, forming a circle with a diameter of just one zhang, which looked like a gang wind outside the body. Yinchen knew that it was not Gangfeng, because the Thunder God and the Ghost God did not disdain to cultivate Gangfeng at all, and the Primordial Divine Clan like them was the beginning of the martial arts in this world, but it was not the origin of the Divine Skill.

Leng Zuoqian's black robe danced in the wind again, and the dark yellow Gang wind turned into dozens of qi blades full of murderous intent. "Come again!" Childe will never die today.1" He swirled his palms, and one after another his vigorous teeth and claws overflowed, and his light and agile feet clicked and cracked the dark red stone ground, and the whole person rose into the air like a cannonball of a mortar cannon, and crossed a black parabola under the night, condescendingly attacking the silver dust.

Yinchen sneered, his laughter was full of melancholy and uninhibited, he simply launched two punches, one before the other and two punches after him, these two punches looked plain at first glance, without the slightest momentum, nor with extraordinary speed and exquisite technique, these two punches are clear in anyone's eyes, clear and clear, simple straight punches, without any fancy hard bombardment on Leng Zuoqian's dense palm wind.

The distance between them, at this moment, was exactly four feet.

They were four feet apart, and they collided with each other with palm wind and fists in the air. At this moment, they no longer compete in technology, consciousness, experience, no longer compete in the ruthlessness of the moves and the level of eyesight, completely, completely compared the depth of cultivation, the strength of the strength, with the way of fighting in the air, the three words of "hard hitting" are thoroughly interpreted.

If two people fight like this, I am afraid that the battle will freeze at this moment, the people in the sky will not fall, the people on the ground will not retreat, they have to fight for thirty or fifty breaths, or even half a moment, until the vitality of one side is exhausted, the foundation is shaken, and the magic is unsustainable, it will end, and that kind of end will inevitably be accompanied by the person whose strength is exhausted first is bombarded into a meatloaf by a blow, and his body dies.

However, the battle between Yinchen and Leng Zuoqian only lasted for a second, and a second later, with the terrible sound of two bones shattering, the two rows of ribs in Leng Zuoqian's chest were almost all shattered into granules, and he didn't even have the strength to scream when he was blasted into the sky by a huge fist shadow composed of two white bones.

"I'm sorry, but my spell penetration level is higher than yours, so you can block it even if you have twice as much energy. Silver Dust touched his nose, the power of magic after elemental compensation could not be compared to magic in an ordinary state. What's more, in the two blows just now, there was another hedge annihilation on Leng Zuoqian's body, and it was a more dangerous light and dark hedge, because Yinchen's current water and fire magic can be regarded as a branch of light magic.

Leng Zuoqian's body flew high almost vertically, until it was two feet high, and then it fell softly.

"Leng Zuoqian!" A heart-rending cry of grief erupted from a hundred steps away, and at the same time, a black figure came from far and near like a meteor catching the moon, and actually caught Leng Zuoqian's body before it hit the ground. "Leng Zuoqian, you bastard, senior brother, I haven't competed with you yet! Why can't you go like this1" The black shadow shouted miserably, shaking his hand and feeling out a porcelain bottle, and with a flick of his thumb, the lid collapsed, and then he poured the pill the size of a soybean grain into Leng Zuoqian's wide-open mouth like pouring broad beans, and the silver dust looked at it from a distance, neither stopping nor helping each other, as if Leng Zuoqian's life and death had nothing to do with him, and in fact, he now saw that the people in the field here were corpses.

Leng Zuoqian was still alive, but the comminuted fracture saved his life, and he was not punctured by the broken ribs in his heart or lungs. It can be calculated that he has eaten a whole bottle of Xiao Huandan, and if he wants to grow both ribs to recover his combat effectiveness, he is afraid that he will have to wait until half a year later, after all, the location of the chest and abdomen, the intersection of the meridians, is not something that can be recovered by growing the bones.

"Leng Zuoqian, look at it, watch Senior Brother beat you up this waste!" The man carried Leng Zuoqian to a safe place, but did not carry him directly into the main hall, obviously there were more deadly traps hidden in the main hall. He placed Leng Zuoqian, who was almost lifeless, and returned to Yinchen's side, his face was already distorted, and his eyes were spewing fire.

"Under Li Chong, lead the demon master 1" He roared wildly, not giving Yinchen time to answer at all, and immediately stretched out his hands, and rushed up with a combination of strengths.

Yinchen sneered noncommittally, his clenched hands suddenly opened, and he didn't attack at all, just adding a god to himself and it was over. He quietly watched as Li Chong pounced on him like a mad dog, and his hands filled with true qi slapped fiercely on the golden light crowned by the gods.

"It's an attack. The silver-colored magician even said this very viciously.

The bright red wind slammed into the coronation of the gods, and two clear palm prints appeared on the bright enchantment, which disappeared completely in the next second. The bright red scorching wind slammed against the golden barrier with tremendous pressure and boiling water-like heat, no displacement, no cracks, no sounds, no traces. Everything came to an abrupt halt as if time had suddenly stood still.

Crowned gods, defend against three attacks.

Li Chong took a step back, his furious and distorted face showing a look of jealousy, solemnity and contemplation. Yinchen looked at his face and thought, "Another handsome scholar." ”

Yinchen glanced back at Lin Caiyi's direction, and knew that the time was almost up, so he no longer left his hand behind, and no longer waited patiently for any enemy. An astonishing, destructive flame erupted from his hand, and the starting form of the Holy Light White Split Claw had already been put out, and he suddenly saw Li Chong's face relaxed. (To be continued.) )