The orange light gilded the silver robe with a layer of golden-red edges, and at the same time outlined the brilliance of the crowning of the gods, adding to the domineering and brave of the magician's tens of millions of male soldiers. After the www.biquge.info of the Fun Pavilion, Silver Dust would no longer deliberately hide himself in front of the enemy, and the assassin's robe was just a means to reduce trouble on the way to the destination.

The magician arrived at his destination, a small courtyard built on the top of a minaret-like peak that could not be seen to be natural or man-made, or a three-story building with a courtyard. The small building is boxy, even with the small courtyard is also boxy, a circle of square walls less than two meters high enclose the small courtyard, the courtyard can see the wide stone road and sparse vegetation, a large road leads out of the square main gate of the small dean, passing by the position of the magician, eyes to the distance, every few minutes, one or two vigorous fast horses rushed into the small courtyard from behind Yinchen, and after a few seconds, they rushed out of the main gate in a hurry, and hurried along the road to the unknown distance. The square entrance of the small dean. Standing two tower-like guards, with chain armor all over their bodies and scimitars at their waists, in the heavy rain, Peiyuan's peak wind gently puffed up, bounced away the rain, making them look more energetic, and the javelin-like figure seemed to be shrouded in undefeated pride.

On the vermilion building, every octagonal window has a bright orange-red halo, and the door covered with thick curtains also enters and exits from time to time a person in a black suit, looking very busy, and there is an orange lantern dancing on each of the four rows of twelve flying and proud eaves, the lantern presents the same status as a wine barrel, and the size is also like a small wine barrel, the lantern skin does not seem to be made of rice paper, but the skin of some kind of creature, and the low drum sound of Peng Peng is emitted under the mountain breeze, Silver Dust glanced at those lanterns, and the white silver pupils flashed a pitch-black killing intent, the orange lantern is actually not a mysterious advanced armament, which is nothing more than a lantern made of human skin.

Lanterns made of human skin, and must have been made of the skin of a young girl—the skin of an adult man is not very transparent.

At this moment, the magician finally strengthened his faith that he was not going to kill someone, but the barbaric system of slavery. There are many manifestations of slavery, serfs, caste, blood, and even imperial power can be turned into the glamorous cloak of slavery, but the nature of cannibalism has never changed. The magician who holds the Kanonel civilization in his hand, even if he can't talk about the power of magic to spread the world, he must let the fire of high-tech civilization burn up the barbarism of the world.

For this reason, sacrificing a Nie to retain is not a price that cannot be afforded, right?

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"What man!" When the silver-colored figure suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of the two guards, the guards immediately shouted, and at the same time reached for the hilt of the knife at their waist in unison. The rough voices of the northern men sounded in the dark night, a bit like a wolf's howl, and their voices alarmed the people in the small courtyard, and a series of sonorous footsteps came from the small courtyard.

The person who appeared in front of these two soldiers, all dressed in silver and white, even had some ice flowers on his body, which was the fragments left by the frost guard, a long cloak was blown by the mountain wind and stretched straight back, like the banner of the ice and snow gods, the silver-white hood covered his face, but the noble temperament sprinkled up and down his body was impressive, he was like a young god who came out of the ice and snow world, there was almost no trace of human taste on his body, under the cover of the coronation of the gods, he was completely the embodiment of light, a divine aggregate, such an existence, of course, could not be those high-flying and domineering characters in the northern army, I can't even be sure if it's those heroes who come and go in the Southern Empire.

The two soldiers were stunned for a second, and then they realized that the person in front of them would definitely not be the guy they had seen, nor would it be any leader arranged from above, so they condensed the wind, drew a long scimitar, took a deep breath, and were about to shout out the word "enemy attack", but unexpectedly, the god-like figure in front of them did not give them any chance to seize the lead.

"Dark Nightmare!" The low and hoarse voice was full of some inexplicable magnetic force, and the black ball that had been holding in his left hand suddenly flew towards the two of them, and suddenly swelled a meter in front of them, enveloping the two of them in an instant, and also enveloping the entire gate along the way. Chainmail soldiers and black-clad scouts appeared in the doorway, each of them with a purple glow in their eyes, and they couldn't see the eyeballs. They looked at each other, and then somebody cursed, "What the hell are you howling!" and then they went back in groups. In the eyes, ears, feelings, and even wills of these guardians, there is the same scene, that is, a big road leads to the sky, and there is nothing else on the clean road except the heavy rain, and who else can appear without even a snake?

The eyes of the two guards were full of red light, and they saw something completely different from the others. Their faces were already dark, every muscle on their faces was wriggling as violently as they were cramping, and they put on all kinds of frightened expressions as much as they could, and his throat made a low gurgling sound, as if he was screaming and yelling hard, but the muscles contracted violently, making their vocal cords stiff and unable to make a sound. His limbs were trembling at high frequency, and the amplitude was very small, as if they were passing through a high-voltage electric current, and the two of them behaved as if they had really seen some apocalypse.

There was no sound, no large movements, and naturally it would not attract the attention of the people in the small courtyard again. The two poor guards could only struggle in a nightmare of infinite terror, and Silverdust knew that they would never wake up again.

Dark Nightmare is not pure hallucinatory magic, but a real dark attack magic.

It only took a second for Silver Dust to rush between them, and the silver shadow flashed before disappearing into the main entrance of the small building.

When the silver-colored figure just flashed into the gate, two sharp and cold sword qi roared out from both sides of the gate, and layers of silver-colored cold air bloomed on the silver-colored sword blade, and the air within three steps was taken away, stirring into a cold whirlwind. The silver-colored figure didn't look back, didn't turn around, he hadn't even gotten used to the sudden dimming of the light inside the gate, the silver wide sleeves flew up in front of the sword qi, and the silver magician had time to put his hands back and slam back.

On the tips of the ten fingers, the flames rose, and the slender and delicate hands that blessed the Great Incineration Technique reached out like lightning with some kind of not-so-famous claw kung fu, intercepting the two sharp and cold sword lights straight and straight. There was a slight explosion in the air, it was the sound of the cold wind and the scorching flames colliding with each other, and in an instant, the burning five fingers pressed the sword light, and the sharp tip of the sword light was also stabbed in the palm, and the white silver sleeve trembled suddenly, obviously the palm hurt, and at the same time, the two same silver sword qi were also turned into bright red molten iron in an amazing heat wave.

The air sneered, the white smoke-colored figure turned around like a whirlwind, and the high-quality silver robe spun into a spiral-shaped bewitching rose in the wisps of cracked wind, and the silver magician turned around and looked coldly at the two sneak attackers hiding behind the door, the magicians of the two worlds, and it was the first time to see such a guy.

The black power suits on the two people are generally nothing special, only the tight cuffs are embroidered with a circle of intricate patterns of tile blue, which looks very eye-catching, their faces are hidden under the vermilion hats that the two magicians have never seen before, the vermilion folds on the hats look like paper and silk cloth, the bright red color is as eye-catching as a cockscomb even in the dim light, and 4 thin money rat tail braids stretch out from under the vermilion hat, floating up and down in the body protection wind, I don't know why they are busy making the two of them look full of servility up and down。 Each of them held a wooden hilt intact, but the blade on the hilt had already turned into molten iron and landed on the hard red stone floor, outlining two thin lines that twisted and twisted. The two sneak attackers, or the guards in this small building, held the empty hilt of their swords and were stunned for a moment, and then the one on the left or right, who didn't know whether it was the one on the left or the right, lowered his voice and said, "Good means!"

He admired, the moves in his hand did not stop, the gang wind hovering around his body suddenly swelled, and a heavy force with a little rigidity first emanated, this was about to punch, but because he had just received a blow from the great incineration technique, the cold power in the gang wind did not show, and the colleague next to him also cooperated with the wind surging in the tight cuffs of the gang wind, and a pair of iron fists were full of energy, ready to attack.

On the surface, these two were going to punch and fight, but the magician accurately felt that they were holding a handful of fine poisonous sand in the palm of their hand, and both of their hands were black, the same color as the clothes on their bodies, and it was obvious that their hands had been tempered and had adapted to the toxins in the black iron sand. In the dim light of the entrance for some reason, the black, very meager iron sand was not easy to distinguish, and the magicians only discovered their "secret hands" through the feedback of spiritual power.

Silver's figure took a small step back, and suddenly pushed out his palms, and a cold current suddenly erupted from the air that had just become hot and even a little distorted by the Great Incineration Technique. When the magician launched his palms, the 4 palms of the 2 dark whistles also punched at the same time, making it a "Tiger Fist" that is difficult for ordinary people to see, and among the moves, there seems to be some evolution, compared with the regular "Tiger Fist", it is more rigid and fast. When the two people punched, in the three gaps between the four fingers, three thin gray smoke sprayed out with the extremely fast outstretched fist, as if poisonous gas was diffused in the air into a barely visible light gray ball, and flew forward from the fist, and the gray smoke composed of 12 thin black iron sand of the two people was arranged into an air mass that could not be dispersed in the 12 regiments, and the beads bombarded the magician like a cannon, and at the same time, the figures of the two people also approached quickly, this time they really planned to fight with their fists and feet.

The two of them had a complete set of movements, and they couldn't see the slightest lag, obviously they had practiced it many times, and they didn't know how many righteous and evil ways had fallen into their way. The silver magician didn't back down, and the palms he pushed out didn't have any trace of wind or power at first, but as his slight incantation sounded, endless wind and snow erupted from his palms.

"Extinction winter. ”

The howling blizzard was compressed to the extreme, turning into two broad streams of ice-blue light, and the magician's palm suddenly turned from a push palm to a hand knife, sweeping left and right, and the violent wind and snow swept across the space in front of him like a large laser weapon with his movements, completely eliminating the 12 clusters of iron sand poisonous mist. He also used the impact of a high-pressure water gun to push out the two sentry guards 3 steps and almost reached the threshold. The two of them still had the high temperature of the Great Incineration Technique left on the body protection Gangfeng, so that they could not exert the cold power in the Gangfeng for the time being, and at this time, they were suddenly wiped out by the cold winter, and they dissipated immediately. 2 magic, the continuous attack of the 2 people completely resolved, forcing the 2 people to make defensive moves when their fists were out of reach, and at this moment, the Gangfeng on the bodies of the 2 dark whistles was shattered by the Great Incineration Technique and the extreme heat and cold of the extinction winter, and the bodies of the two of them temporarily lost the protection of the Gangfeng.

For the samurai, it is not uncomfortable to lose the protection of Gangfeng in a second, the bodies of the two dark sentinels have been tempered thousands of times, even if they are defenseless, they can resist the attack of ordinary swords and clubs, and they are scattered to protect their bodies, they don't care about their own defense, and after instinctively making a defensive move, their fists gather a powerful Gangfeng.

It was real, with a cold and sharp wind like a blade.

The cuffs of the two people were bulging, the thick and powerful legs and feet stepped on the ground fiercely, and the figure was actually a little faster than just now, rushing over left and right, the distance between the magician and the two of them was not even half a zhang, and at such a close distance, the two of them arrived in front of the magician without even blinking.

Their fists were about to fall on the silvery-white moonlight of the magician's body, and the two of them didn't notice, or didn't care, that the magician's hands had turned into fingers. "Avada asks for his life. With a low curse sound, two rays of light struck the two people who rushed straight at the same time, causing their forward bodies to suddenly stop in front of the magician. (To be continued.) )