"Five Tiger Soul Breaking Gun" This is a miracle that can be seen on the rivers and lakes, and even many soldiers or ruffians who joined the army relied on such a set of marksmanship to survive on the battlefield where blood flowed everywhere.

Universal, ordinary, sometimes means excellent, because poor magic skills don't spread too quickly. The empress's condescending blow is a very powerful style in "Five Tiger Soul Breaking Spear", and many good players can even kill the enemy with just one click.

There is no spark in the palm of the hand. Silver Dust felt an unexpected chill at this moment, and his body almost trembled, but this small problem did not bother him in any way, and he conjured the barrel of a Gatling from his sleeve according to the laws of the Elemental Mysteries.

Normal magic "Arcane Missile".

The purple light suddenly lit up at the moment when the spear was one foot three inches and three cents away from him, and lit up in strings, and the flying projectiles were like fists that were repeatedly swung, and each blow had the power of an ice fist that doubled the expansion of the right hand after the good hand of the rivers and lakes urged the battle spirit, such a power may not be anything to the grandmaster, and the ice shield condensed by the soul gathering style can be easily blocked, but the problem is that if such an impact is endless, and even seems to be endless, then whether it is the flesh or morale that is repeatedly bombarded, it will quickly collapse under the high-frequency impact shock。

What's more, the empress at this time, being in the air, has nowhere to borrow power.

Purple light bolts enveloped her, then engulfed her. Liu Tianji, who was restrained to the side, stared with wide eyes. I feel that under the dazzling torrent of purple light, he, the head of the Rainstorm Sect, is almost a cultivation apprentice of "Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle", and after decades of attainment, he has not brought the true meaning of "Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle" to such a point in front of him.

The chain of arcane missiles, at this point, truly formed a rain of bullets, bombarding the empress into the eight-foot-high wooden wall behind her. As the cracks in the wooden planks grew bigger and bigger, and finally, at a certain moment, after a tooth-aching cracking sound, the empress was planted headlong into the large hole in the wooden wall.

There were some voices in the big cave, and it was nothing more than asking the empress if she was injured, and whether she should urge the big array, and so on. Silver Dust listened to the empress's stubborn refusal words, and gray solemnity gathered in her silver pupils.

Obviously, there is a lot of treachery between the square mansion and the rotunda with a corridor.

Silver Dust can imagine that beyond the wooden walls of the rotunda, there is a dense corpse array, and only the corpse array with the power of thunder and lightning can complete the false realm of Susanukino's male prostitution, and can use the resentment and death of the corpse itself to condense the will of the "anti-god", or let this will reach a strength sufficient to resist the divine will. Of course, these corpses are not the banners or eyes of the large array, but can really form an army and tear apart the enemy's killing queue with blades or steel claws with thunder and lightning.

As the empress came out of the big hole, Silver Dust suddenly frowned.

"Something is wrong. ”

Her divine thoughts, which had been suppressed to the lowest efficiency at the moment, could still feel a trace of irregularity and disharmony in the entire array. He destroys any [array], whether it is a soul gathering style or a military situation, with no disorder, neatness and standardization as the highest pursuit, the more he tends to this, the more he can exert the power of the array. Yinchen, who had commanded a target of the forbidden army, naturally understood the truth deeply, but at this time, he just felt that there was a sense of disharmony in that formation, as if a weakness that should not have existed had been artificially added to the large array.

The feeling of discord was very close to him, like a hole in the wall at his feet, and in the hole lurked a king cobra that wanted to eat him. Silver Dust vaguely felt that there seemed to be a third person involved in the duel between him and the Empress, but he just couldn't grasp where this person would hide.

He couldn't take care of it, because in the false realm of Susanyuki, who was extremely weakened, he had to concentrate on dealing with this empress who was also like a village girl.

Perhaps this is God's destiny, and everything that is sanctified, stigmatized, and polluted is the best disintegration of God's will and divine power. The power of God lies in faith and ideas, and when the mind is scattered, when there is nothing in the world that can be used as sacred, the kingdom of God will perish, and the gods will be buried with the kingdom of God. ”

Even if he knew this truth at the moment, he couldn't change most things, except for condensing weapons and magic with his divine will again and again, and fighting against the empress, who was not very flexible, he had no choice and no other achievements.

He no longer used arcane arts, because he didn't find a chance to kill her with a single blow, and in the face of the Empress, he could only suppress his opponent's subtle and concise martial arts moves with the light, fire, and thunderstorm formed by the elemental transformation, and could not really seriously injure her. The soul beast on the empress made Silver Dust understand why she was so blind. Earth-walking dragon, the symbol of the emperor, is also a soul beast form with great recovery and defense power, although anyone's soul beast has more than one form, but there are few in the world that can condense the earth-walking dragon form.

The bamboo-like spear was not broken even in the rain of arcane missiles, and the Empress was obviously very good at using the spear, and after emerging from the hole in the wooden wall, she simply held the spear in one hand, and the other hand tightened the rain of trapped locks, and under the infusion of soul energy, clouds of blue smoke poured out of the light and condensed into an oval, mist-like shield. The inside of the shield seemed to be filled with an almost infinite viscosity, and when Silver Dust's Phantom Spear pierced into the center of the shield, a slimy pull could be felt in his hand.

The spear of thunder and lightning was torn off. Silver Dust's hand immediately conjured up a shadow spear blade, and catalyzed into Feng Lieshan's spear blade with the heavy power of the shadow element's "freezing + corrosion", drawing a circle of drill-like black and red gas blades in the air, I don't know how many times to stab at the empress. From beginning to end, Silver Dust maintained his offensive, using endless elemental transformations and blows to maintain the suppression of the Empress, and he knew that at this moment when his divine will was declining, he was not qualified to defend with the Empress.

The spear of the shadows was once again sunk into the shield of mist, and for the first second, the spear blade did not achieve any better effect than the last one, except for a little deeper than the last. Those viscous blue mist, which seemed to be no more than a thin layer, seemed to have infinite depth and thickness, which could accommodate the thrust blow indefinitely, and at the same time that the spear of Silver City was in the mist, the empress's not very delicate marksmanship attacked like a snake out of a hole, and the edge of the iron spear almost cut her cheek.

A second passed like this, and after the power of the shadow hit the target and pierced, it exploded after a second, and the cold and dark power condensed the blue mist into a black poisonous Xuanbing, and the Xuanbing itself was also very fragile because of the corrosive effect of the internal toxins, and it was directly shattered under the blowing of a certain wind in the rotunda.

The oval-shaped ice shield shattered, like some kind of broken faith, and we suddenly dimmed a little bit of the rain of light, and it seemed that we could not exert the maximum power again in a short period of time, but the empress held the left hand of the water cup, and poured a blue soul qi into it again, and the rain of trapped locks was immediately bright, and a dense raindrop sprayed out of the cup, condensing into fine ice needles in the air, and surrounded by silver dust with the momentum of a torrential rain.

In the short moment when the light of the light device dimmed, Silver Dust had already made full use of the time distortion caused by the elemental transformation, and launched a new round of attack in a very short moment, his left hand condensed the light attribute of the Gungnir, with the purification power of the Divine Cult on the art of great judgment to disperse the surrounding ice needles, and at the same time, his right hand condensed the ice spear with the cold of the deep snow, using the holy light in his left hand to interfere with the empress's vision, and his right hand handed out a shot with an assassination technique.

The empress really thought that the holy light emitted by his hand was all the means to resist the ice needle, but she never expected that his attack speed could be so fast, let alone that he actually hid another hand.

The dazzling holy light shimmered the Flower Empress's eyes, so that she completely did not notice that there was another cold killing intent hidden in the gradually dispersing ice mist. The moment the Deep Snow Cold Energy Spear pierced through her body, she knew that she had been calculated, and the moment the acoustic journey of the spear form pierced her body, the queen felt not a penetrating pain, but a kind of severe cold that burst out of her body.

The yellow-green yellow robe gradually turned blue, and the ice covered the whole body like armor, and then condensed into a sky-piercing ice sword. Behind the cold of the deep snow is the swastika seal.

Yinchen lowered his hand, and the temptation between the two sides ended here, and the next battle was a life-and-death victory in an instant. Silver Dust paused, ready to spend a moment cracking this, completely trapping himself in this false realm.

"Although the fortresses are all broken through from the inside, this so-called false realm is really strange inside, and it is too difficult to deal with, especially the troublesome 'anti-god' will, which is simply specially designed to deal with me, I am really worried that Nano will pick up this kind of thing in the future. Silver Dust was thinking about how to use the power of arcane and ghosts to break through this realm, or simply use the holy light to burn all the corpses and destroy the foundation of the Great Array, when he suddenly felt a vague figure slip past him, and at that moment, he felt a fear of being approached by the assassin.

"Damn! the divine will has been weakened too badly!" He had just condensed the wind and snow around his body as a defense when he heard the sound of ice shattering. He turned around, only to realize that the assassin-like figure was actually trying to deal with the Empress.

"Chosen Whip!" Silver Dust looked solemn.

【A few minutes ago】

When Yinchen walked through the corridor, Bin didn't carefully observe who was hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor, or that the miserable appearance of these people made him reluctant to look more, so he didn't carefully count the number of people on the walls on both sides, and didn't know that the man on the left was actually one more than the woman on the right.

The extra man was very well disguised, and he was even able to make himself look like he was tied up and hung on the wall, no different from the uncle of the Octagon dart game on his left, who was forced aside by him, but in fact, he was an uninvited guest who barged in from the outside at a certain time.

He originally stayed at the Tiger Squatting Mountain Pass almost thirty miles away from here, picking up his little sister Yehevilyn Arelli, after all, the Rain of Trapped Locks is an artifact that gambles on the fate of the whole clan, and it is not an unreasonable decision for the Yehevilin patriarch to send his own pair of children to meet him. For Arelli's only brother, the journey was mostly a holy ritual, with a reason to visit the mountains and rivers, after all, the name of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall was well-known in both the grassland and the desert.

However, he didn't expect that such an errand that seemed like a publicly-funded trip almost separated him and his sister from life and death.

He didn't sneak here alone by some kind of summoning by Arelli, he heard that there was a group of powerful robbers on the way from the ambush to the tiger's squatting, so he immediately ran here with a solemn worry, he didn't immediately attack the mountain gate like a hero who slays demons, but used his method of ending the hostile tribe in the desert, disguised as a little minion who came to defect and sneaked into the cottage, and after making full use of the chaotic management mode of the three masters, he lurked in front of Arelli。

The person opposite him was a tearful Arelli.

With the anxiety and perseverance unique to a hunter, he insisted on lurking in the middle of a row of people who were least likely to put up effective resistance in a very embarrassed posture, quietly waiting for the opportunity. In his plan, there was originally Zhang Weiwu and Liu Tianji, but when it came time to implement it, only Yinchen remained. He kept a close eye on the Rotunda and even though he was a little far away from it, far beyond the range of the ice and mist, he kept an eye on everything in the Rotunda with his ears and eyes, as well as his great camouflage skills.

At this moment, he found that it was worthwhile to waste hours on this wooden wall, with a sore back, and that he was closer than ever to victory, a distance that was almost too far to reach.

He made an instant decision, and in Arelli's almost stunned eyes, he faded like a chameleon from his pitiful appearance of being bound and slaughtered, and the ropes on his body melted almost as quickly as ice mist, and a tattered linen garment also melted away, revealing the special chosen dress belonging to the Yehverin clan below. His chosen dress was crimson, the thin chain mail made of iron was plated with red copper to prevent wear and rust, the fine armor pieces covered the torso and thighs, a pair of arms that often required the deformation of the battle spirit were hidden in the horseshoe sleeves embroidered with gold trim in red silk, a pair of long legs that needed to adapt to foot combat, cavalry warfare and mountain stealth warfare, also wrapped in silk underwear and leather red outer pants, and the leggings on the calves were all fine red linen strips, absorbing water and breathable. He was wearing riding boots, or rather it was strange that someone like him didn't wear riding boots.