His teleportation made his body disappear for a moment, dodging the first whip of the Purple Wind Sanren, but it didn't make any improvement in his own situation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Silver Dust Mage didn't have time to be surprised and emotional, let alone have time to think about why there was an idle teleportation formation in this world without mages. In fact, when Silver Dust learned that the cultivation system of the entire Wind Source Continent was almost completely based on the elemental power of the wind system, he should have thought of this possibility, but he didn't think about this layer. Space is a rule of the wind, and the power of space will not be deliberately hidden from people's sight because of the absence of magical civilization. Monks, warriors, and even those heavily armored knights who are almost completely isolated from magic can obtain the power of space by cultivating the vitality of the wind attribute, fighting qi, sword qi and the like, such as fighting qi flight, such as the sword qi realm, the monks through long-term exploration and experience accumulation, it is not incomprehensible to sum up a little bit of knowledge of arranging space formations.

In the words of Gabroyle's Celestial Mages, it is:

"Don't underestimate the warriors and their civilization at any time, don't treat a certain magical phenomenon as the preserve of mages at any time, know that dragons can build missiles to attack the enemy, what else in this world can't happen?"

The Silver Dust Mage didn't have time to think about it at the moment. He had to concentrate on dealing with an extremely unfavorable situation. Of course, Zifeng Sanren would not stop after the whip fell, and just when Yinchen's figure had just reappeared, and it was even blurred, he raised the three-meter-long thick rattan whip again.

Mages can never play melee combat with warriors who are stronger than themselves, and their so-called magic shields are just a ploy to bully poor creatures who are less powerful than themselves. Yinchen knew that his catties and all his magic shields combined, could not block the whip of the Great Perfection Master of the Combined Dao. The little silver-colored mage struck the first moment the tall and arrogant Purple Wind Scatterer raised his hand again, trying to throw the enemy off balance by attacking and interfering with the soft whip that was about to fall.

He threw a punch suddenly, his right fist, and slammed into the Purple Wind Scatterer in the air, and at the same time accelerated the arcane to the maximum, and even used the arcane annihilation, as if it were a streamer, and quickly retreated backwards.

The dark mana rioted in the void, and a dark fist shadow the size of an RV flew by like an illusion, and the Purple Wind Scattered Man was accurately hit by this violent attack that far surpassed the transformation of a Qi One Heavy Cultivation, and the huge thrust comparable to the end of the catastrophe knocked him into the air and flew back to three meters away. A blood-colored mist appeared on his body, blocking the violent fist shadow, and the soft whip in his hand swung out the moment he was hit by the fist shadow.

As Silver Dust flew away, he saw only a slender black shadow flickering in front of him, followed by a sharp headache. He wiped his forehead with his left hand, and the back of his hand and sleeve were covered in blood.

He hurriedly took out a pill emitting a dim golden light from the arcane space and swallowed it directly, not caring about chewing it, let alone releasing any light magic to treat himself. The moment he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, he was already shocked by his own injuries.

When he wiped his forehead, he didn't feel the presence of the skull, that is, the whip, even just the tip of the whip, could shatter the bone on his forehead into powder.

What a terrible power. What a sharp whip this is. Even if he was beaten off balance by Silver Dust's Demon Cry Slash Punch, even a hasty counterattack in a hurry could almost kill Silver Dust. The mage's fragile physique and weak physical strength were exposed in the moment of close combat with the warrior, becoming the most fatal flaw. If it weren't for the fact that Silver Dust had an adventure in the underground palace and was lucky enough to get a batch of top-grade pills that he couldn't eat, I'm afraid he would have been on the verge of dying at this time, right? In the face of the Purple Wind Sanren, in addition to the mage's long-range attack, he was at an all-round disadvantage in terms of strength, technology, and field. Just after a round of fighting, the gap between Silver Dust and Purple Wind Scattered was clearly exposed in front of everyone. Whether it was the Purple Wind Scatterer, or the defeated monks around him, or even Silver Dust himself, it was clear that the little silver-colored magician had no chance of winning in front of the powerful warriors of Purple.

Silver Dust knew that he was in an unknown array that could not be hacked, and all retreats had been cut off, except for being smashed in the head by a whip from the Purple Wind Sanren, it seemed that only by falling down and pretending to be dead in shame like Lei Qianqi could he get by, and falling to the ground and pretending to be dead was the strategy of an absolutely impossible scholar for Silver Dust, as a mage, he couldn't afford to lose that person, he was not willing to rely on humble tricks and wagging his tail to get a chance to survive like a poor cursed master at the end of his rope.

He won't compromise.

Even if it was a battle with no chance of winning, he would hold on. As a mage, Silver Dust is very stubborn a lot of the time.

The Silver Dust Mage, whose forehead was severely injured and even his brain was not lightly wounded, no longer had the strength to launch an offensive against the approaching Purple Wind Sanren. He could only endure the severe headache, gritted his teeth and ordered all the immortal songs in the sea of qi to fly out, dissolve them in mid-air, and then surround him. When he had done all this, he sat down slowly, almost as limply as a corpse on the hard stone platform. Thirty-six golden-colored skybreakers slowly fell, piercing into the stone platform one after another, and immediately after, a huge hemispherical golden barrier rose up, completely enveloping the almost unconscious mage inside.

"Light God bless. The mage whispered the incantation, and then there was no sound.

The purple wind scattered people carried a long whip, and walked over step by step. The boiling blood-colored wind on his body exuded overwhelming power, and his image at this time had completely changed into a victorious king who was slowly moving towards a humble loser. The blood-colored viscous Gangfeng gurgled like boiling water, and a violent storm erupted around the three-meter Gangfeng. The transparent storm was like a level 10 wind in the normal world, and all the small and light objects that could be blown up on the stone platform, such as broken corpses, broken weapons and fragments of chain mail, all rolled into the air, converging into a dirty motley storm.

With the arrogance of the victors, the reserve of the superiors, the stability of the authorities, and the indifference of despising all living beings in the world, the Purple Wind Scattered Man walked to the mage's barrier with the steps that best demonstrated his arrogance and strength, and as soon as he raised his hand nobly, a bloody whip wind fell heavily on the barrier. (To be continued.) )