He saw the terrible scene around him like falling apart, but he was not afraid at all, but showed the arrogant smile of the victor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Frightened in the face of danger, greedy and proud in the face of opportunity, this is not the character of the beacon city, but the common problem of most melee fighters in this world, the reason is that all the civilizations in this world are not lacking in education, but lack real education. The cynical civilization in the south and the slave civilization in the north seem to be brilliant and solemn, but they lack the great wisdom that truly teaches people to respect.

Through the space that was about to shatter, he saw the tired and lonely figure of the white enemy, and the pride and excitement in his heart burned like a flame, and for a second, he didn't notice that there was no trace of wind in this lingering field.

At that moment, Yinchen used the method of deleting the rule of "wind and snow" to make up the rules of the space, he didn't want to delay the time of the domain's existence, it was meaningless, what he really wanted to do was to make the domain summary no longer allow for the existence of flowing [wind].

Without the wind, there would be no wind.

Without Gangfeng, there would be no Gang Wind to protect the body.

Therefore, until the realm was shattered, Beacon Liancheng did not realize the true purpose of Silver Dust, he always thought that Silver Dust wanted to use this almost "illusion" move to defeat himself, but because the consumption in the previous battle was too large, a body of vitality thieves to hollow out, and now this powerful killing move can only last half, it is impossible to continue, he has been thinking so, so he absolutely believes that next, the enemy in front of him is already the end of the real strong crossbow, even if he makes a few moves, he will soon be defeated.

He thought so when the Beacon City field was opened, and he still thinks so, he knows that he has relied on the decisive battle, and after more than 30 minutes of thrilling battle, he is finally about to usher in victory at this moment, and he can now greet Yinchen's desperate face with the attitude of a victor, and appreciate the tragic struggle of another loser before he died.

At the moment, he didn't take an extremely important thing to heart at all-

The wind on his body shattered.

It's not that Beacon City hasn't noticed this, it's just that he doesn't think it's a big problem, Gangfeng can run the divine power again and regather when he is gone, and it's not that the dantian is destroyed and there is no vitality. For the warriors who cultivate divine skills, as long as the foundation of the dantian is not damaged, all problems are not a big problem.

The beacon city opened his stance and stood firmly on the ground, the world in front of him was shattering, crumbling and disappearing like spring ice. Small courtyards, ice and snow, archways, dead corpses, and ironclad soldiers from all directions, these familiar scenes, familiar elements, and then set off the "weak and tired" figure of the enemy in front of him, and made the beacon city feel that the balance had already been turned over, locking the victory, as if there was a sudden beauty between heaven and earth, just waiting for him to strike at the enemy for the final verdict.

The greed and smugness in his heart rose high like a fountain. His face flushed a little from the last of his excitement, and he looked even more radiant. He maintained the starting hand of the simplest rushing and killing martial arts, and he carried his divine skills proudly, preparing to drum up the Gang Feng again, and use the Gang Wind to wrap the heavy hammer in his hand and give the enemy a heavenly punishment.

The flames in the small courtyard had long been extinguished by the Lotus of Final Ice released by Silver Dust one after another, and at this moment, Silver Dust's mana power was about to be exhausted, and the Xuan Ice in the field had also lost the support of its magic power, so it slowly shattered and melted, looking like a realm that was broken again. The temperature in the small courtyard turned to a normal level, and clusters of ironclad soldiers rushed down each of the stairs connecting the small courtyard, forming a huge encirclement 20 meters around the silver dust and beacon fire. In the cold mist that gradually dispersed, the torches in the hands of these soldiers emitted an orange-red light, shining on the chain mail on their bodies, reflecting a golden-red light, making them look as if their bodies were covered with weapons, and one by one exuding the cold and coercion of blades.

The forest of chain mail, the circle of spears, the depleted mana, and the strong enemies that are recovering, all of these surround the silver dust, as if it is an unbreakable cruel fate, but the legendary magicians who are surrounded by it, how can they be so easily defeated by thousands of troops?

Just when the field completely retreated, the cold fog gradually dispersed, and the beacon city had just transported the divine power, and the encirclement of the iron armor was gradually formed, the pale magician suddenly rotated his left wrist, and a pale bloodless finger pointed straight at the head of the beacon city, as if a cold spear would shoot out in the next second, and the beacon city didn't care about his small movements, because the beacon city had already decided that the person in front of him was already dying.

The last magic power was divided into two parts by Silver Dust, one to attack and one to escape, at this time, he couldn't take care of anyone, not even Lu Qingyun, he could only release two magics, one was to make a final summary of his more than 30 minutes of fighting, and the other was to let himself return to the place where the prism was placed on the previous one.

Outside the pale hood, the smooth chin twitched, and a weak and tired smile struck. In the body of the Beacon City, the first Great Zhou Tian is about to be completed, and when his divine power runs the second round, the distraction of the Gang Feng will be all over the body, and his enemies will lose all their chances.

But tonight it will be irreparable.

Fingertips, darkness converged, green light bloomed, that ray-like light wave, accurately hit the center of the beacon city's eyebrows, there was no pain, no blood, except for the screams of the endless undead that suddenly sounded in the air, there was only a dry killing intent that was not powerful. The moment he was illuminated by the light, a sarcastic smile bloomed on his face, because he felt that in that green light, there was not the slightest wind, there was not the slightest power, it was completely a beam of illuminated green light, not even the obscure energy of the most basic toxin, only a simple green.

"It seems that this kid has really run out of oil, and this time it is finally Ben's turn to ......" The last thought of his life turned in his mind, and before he could even finish it, it came to an abrupt end, and returned to the silence of death forever.

The beacon city did not fall, or even moved, just like a statue of an evil god standing up to the sky, standing quietly in the extinguished lights, becoming the eternal silence called death. His skin, his countenance, his robe, and his money rat tail, all froze in an instant, turning a gray-black color, which was not the color of life, the color of a tombstone—

"Arvada...... "Everything happens in an instant, and then it is irreversible.

The purple light shone, and the white shadow rushed out like lightning like the impermanence of the soul, snatching the wavy heavy sword from the stone statue's hand, and then completely disappeared in a golden light, at this time, the jungle of iron armor suddenly understood, it was over, it failed, and the chief officer died.

The soldiers rushed to the ground, but all they got was a stone statue, a stone statue that would never respond to the call of the world.

Such a death is not bloody, but it is so cruel that it makes people weak in their hands and feet.

Such a defeat is not tragic, not even humiliating, but it is enough to defeat the invisible force called [Military Heart].

The silver dust disappeared, and just beside the shallow arc corridor to the north, in the dark grass, a figure also sneakily jumped away, and the fire of the patrol soldier in the distance occasionally illuminated his figure, and disappeared again in an instant, and in that short moment, he could vaguely see that the black figure seemed to have a long knife tied to his waist.

......

Yin Xueli moved back in horror, but she couldn't really move herself, and she was tied to a wooden chair, looking through the iron fence of the cage as the young man who had taken her away was being tortured by a half-old man with a gloomy face.

She never imagined that there would be such inhuman torture in this world. The tragic and bloody images had made her almost nervous. She was in a cage, crying, cursing, and begging, but she couldn't make the old man with a gloomy face and a perverted heart stop the "work" in her hand, she didn't understand why there had to be such cruel things in this world, why there had to be such a dark reality. For the first time in her life, she had a hatred for the whole world, he hated the world, hated everyone, hated the northerners, and hated the southerners. Seeing the young man in front of him cramping and trembling in the middle of the indescribably terrible torture equipment, Yin Xueli couldn't help but think of her father who was in prison. His father is old, and he is pampered on weekdays, how can he bear such a cruel punishment? Maybe he has long been unbearable and died, right? Yin Xueli has never expected the husband and wife to die like now, this kind of rebellious thought, she couldn't have it before, but now, she even has to pray for this idea many times every minute, like an unfilial and unrighteous white-eyed wolf, but she wants to curse her biological father to death. When he was in Fujie Town, he and she had been enlightened by Yinchen, and firmly believed that his father sacrificed his life for righteousness and went to the end with the most noble honor, but now she knows what a humiliating end, she is ruthless, she even hates Yinchen together, she knows this, she will never leave her father to come here alone, she will definitely do everything she can to rescue her father, even if she dies with husband and wife.

Yin Xueli never thought about what she would do if she suffered such a punishment, and she didn't care subconsciously. It's not that she's brave, but she knows that she was born with fine clothes and food, pampered, and she is afraid that she won't last a few minutes and die, anyway, sooner or later it will be a relief, but it hurts a few times, but the man in front of her, maybe because of his high cultivation, has not fainted for so long.

"I said, you guy is quite tough? After holding on for so long, you don't even have a single hum? You say that you are such a hard bone, you can't let out a fart for a long time, but how can you call me a 'green mountain wolf'? I'm the first torture master in the empire, and in the past 30 years, no one has ever held up a meal in front of me! You're good, you have lasted half a night! It's very powerful, isn't it?" "Qingshan Lang" Beichen Xing pulled out a thin red-hot iron rod from the stove with a grim face, deliberately walked slowly in front of the young man step by step, stretched out a thin arm like a skeleton, opened his big hand that was completely black for some reason, pressed the man's head, and with a slight twist, the man's ears and eyes turned in front of him.

In the iron cage behind the cell, Yin Xueli inhaled suddenly, and then screamed in a hoarse voice: "Don't! Please! Then he will die!" At this moment, she had long forgotten that it was this man who kidnapped her from the Zhennan Gang and put her in the desperate situation she is in.

The man seemed to be startled by Yin Xueli's voice, spasmed violently, and then struggled as if he wanted to turn his face, but Beichen Xing's hand kept firmly holding his head, so that he couldn't make any movement at all, Beichen Xing's strength was about four times like returning to the void, and at this time, this mysterious young man, because of the strongest magic of Silver Dust, "Thousand Hands Crossing the Sky and Forbidden Great Seal", was unable to condense a trace of vitality throughout the night.

He could feel the vitality in his body, without the slightest loss, but he couldn't mobilize a single bit, he silently operated the divine power, and even fought with severe pain, forcibly using his bloody fingers to make a seal, but he couldn't order the mass of vitality precipitated in the dantian to flick, which is why he ended up so desolate.

"Don't move! Beichen Xing smirked, his left hand grasping the man's head, thick black hairs growing on his entire black hand, and the five fingers looked like tarantula legs. His right hand held the thin red-hot iron rod, and the scorching wind energy slowly poured into it, as if the iron rod in his hand was a weapon, and the iron rod was nourished by the scorching wind, and it had been away from the furnace for a while, but it still maintained a terrifying high temperature.

"This person's ears, deep inside, as long as they don't touch the eardrum, even if such an iron rod is put in, it's not a big deal, but it hurts for a few days, and besides, there is no Juyuan style in this world to restore the body? Even if you are deaf all of a sudden, throw it into the Juyuan style for seven days, and then recover, don't you say? Anyway, my Beichenxing has been working under the Beacon City for so many years, and my patience has long been practiced, I'm not in a hurry, I just don't know if you're in a hurry?" Beichenxing muttered in his voice as if he had been castrated as a male duck, and deliberately poked the red-hot iron rod into the man's ears and eyes at a very slow speed. His left hand could clearly feel the man's terrified spasms, this subtle tremor and spasm under the strong restraint was the feeling he enjoyed the most, and he was obsessed with torture, in fact, to feel more of this kind of spasm of being tightly bound, desperate struggle, and the irreparable screams when the last moment of torture was added. (To be continued.) )