Lin Sen could even see the silver Jiao Mingzhu's eyes, so indifferent, no joy, no excitement, no hatred, and the figure of Lin Sen reflected in the pupils did not ripple, as if he was looking at a dead thing.

Suddenly, Lin Sen's right hand slashed at the long sword behind his back, and with a slight throw, he threw it at the left hand that swung back.

The white jade seemed to gently pinch the hilt of the sword with his palm, and the sound of cracking silk ——, sounded, the silver light shone, and the strength was intense, and the sword qi contained in it was detonated.

The long sword turned into a phantom and slammed into Yinjiao's neck, lifting its head high and swinging upwards.

"Aang!"

Yinjiao roared angrily, but his indifferent eyes did not fluctuate at all.

The body shook violently, emitting a strange power like a loach wriggling, and it bounced down from mid-air inexplicably, and then the body blurred again, and a silver thread flashed in mid-air.

Lin Sen's attack only had time to tear through the airflow, shaking the void and slashing the air with his long sword.

Run so fast!

If you miss a blow, you will immediately be far away, this silver Jiao is really difficult.

Lin Sen's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of light, like a dream.

After two snaps of his fingers, a ripple appeared in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.

"Silver Jiao is here again!"

Without any extra thoughts, Lin Sen directly raised the spirit sword in his hand, and slashed down heavily, one after another thunder gods were as powerful as hell, and they were bound within a distance of dozens of zhang around him, making his strength more concentrated.

Bang!

The purple lightning and green thunder exploded, boiling around Lin Sen, and there was almost no difference between strength and weakness.

No matter how fast and illusory you "little snake" are, you have to get close to be useful!

Lin Sen was entangled with Yinjiao like this, that is, he did not kill him, and he did not let him get too close.

At this time, his eyes moved, "It's coming!"

A sword slashed out thousands of streamers, forcing back the attack of the silver Jiao, and then a white light lit up from the inside of the robe, and the whole person disappeared.

In the blessed land in his palm, Lin Sen's long sword was sheathed, and above a crystal lotus flower in the palm of his right hand, the entire large lake was projected.

I saw two figures rushing out of the valley, one of them with six pairs of white wings behind him, standing in the wind and looking sacred, it was the common great elder of the three foreign races - Lucifer.

There was a giant standing beside him with a height of seven meters, with two heads and four arms, which should be the unknown king of the Shura clan.

But he said that Lucifer and Lanco rushed out of the valley, only to find that there was nothing on the surface of the lake, and they were stunned at the same time.

What about people?

At this moment, Lucifer's eyes flashed, and he suddenly punched to the left, and a dazzling wave of white light seemed to roll over.

A slender figure appeared in the white light, and Lucifer sneered, "What was I at that time, it turned out that it wasn't a real dragon, just a small Jiao!"

Yinjiao's faint figure appeared in the white light, and he glanced at Lucifer with indifferent eyes, and flicked his slender tail.

After a crisp "pop", it turned into a silver line and disappeared.

"Watch out!"

As soon as Lucifer's voice started, the silver Jiao had already appeared behind the Shura, and his straight body turned into a silver spear and pierced straight away.

A small piece of crystal, crystal clear, exuding a slight chill, suddenly appeared on Lanco's vest, and then a small piece of ice.

As soon as the ice crystal square appeared, it expanded rapidly, spreading to the entire back of Lang Ke in a snap of his fingers, and there was a tendency to continue to extend forward.

When the king of the Shura clan, Lang Ke, heard the reminder of his own great elder, he had already raised his vigilance, but he didn't expect the speed of this silver Jiao to be so fast, and Zhen Yuan Fang was frozen on his entire back since he lifted it.

Syllable!

After all, Langke is the king, how can it be so easy to be suppressed. I saw that his body shook suddenly, his back bowed, and he made a "de-armor" shape, and the ice crystals all over his body shattered and scattered.

Then the four hands were sealed, an iron wall seal, and a flame seal were completed in an instant.

Rumble!

The flying silver Jiao seemed to reach an invisible wall, and then it took off, the air flow was ignited, and the scorching flames turned into an ocean, combined with changes, and surged towards the silver Jiao from all sides with the momentum of a prairie fire.

Before they came, they made the silver Jiao feel scorching, as if once it was contaminated a little, it would burn the flesh and the primordial spirit, and it could no longer be extinguished.

Yin Jiao's indifferent eyes did not have the slightest emotion, and he seemed to be unaware of the surrounding flames.

Suddenly, ice crystals shot out from its silver scale armor, and the crystals were differentiated, each thinner than a filament, and it couldn't be sensed, and then it shot out like a rain of flowers in the sky.

Whoosh, countless sharp sounds sounded at the same time, superimposed on one, and the sea of fire burning in the sky immediately dissipated.

The silver Jiao's tail flicked rapidly, and the wall of qi formed by the iron wall seal shattered instantly, and the slender and wide mouth bit Lang Ke's back.

"Good time!"

Lang Ke was in high spirits, burst into a shout, turned around suddenly, his four arms danced into phantoms, his fingers kept squirming, and the four seals were connected in an instant.

His huge body swelled again, the whole body was bronze, covered with all kinds of strange traces, full of destruction, standing there, condescending, as if he was acting on behalf of the heavens, a radius of thousands of miles immediately darkened, dull and depressed, thunder and darkness, the earth fire quietly burned, waiting for the punishment of heaven to come.

Then the phantom of a black axe appeared out of thin air, slashing down with unimaginable heaviness and majestic suction at the same time.

The axe slashed into the air, as if it had hit the surface of a lake, and the void rippled one after another, quickly collapsing, condensing heavily, and a rapidly rotating dark vortex appeared in mid-air, absorbing the vortex of light and heat.

The trees and rocks on the ground below all defied common sense, swarming upwards and throwing themselves into the whirlpool.

The silver Jiao, which was in the center of the axe, was surrounded by thunder and dark fire, and only felt paralyzed and hot, and at the same time there was a huge suction force that wanted to pull it to the blade of the axe.

"Ang!" Yin Jiao roared, his head held high, and he stared at the axe that was getting closer and closer. Then the body straightened, and the body turned into a huge silver shuttle, impartially piercing the core of the dark vortex.

Seeing this, Lucifer's eyes fluctuated slightly, this silver Jiao is full of spirituality, and it doesn't just rely on instinct to fight.

"I wonder if I can accept it?" he thought to himself.

The scale armor on the surface of Yinjiao's body exudes a metallic luster, and there is an indelible feeling, compared to the physical exercises practiced by human aliens, it is naturally strong.

Matter was transformed into energy, and the collision of the silver Jiao's body was majestic and vast, pouring into the dark vortex, and finally filling it up.

Rumble!

Pieces of axes shattered in mid-air.

Breaking through the axe, Yinjiao's body did not pause for the slightest, and quickly folded, rushing towards Langke, and at the same time opening his mouth to spit out a cold air.

The air froze instantly, and ice edges spread in the void, as if even space was about to freeze.

Watching this scene, Lang Ke had no doubt that if he was touched by the cold, he would be frozen into a popsicle.

So he retreated and flew back.

The four arms quickly sealed, and a black spear condensed in the void, and was tightly grasped by the arms in front of him.

"Hurry!"

With a loud shout, the spear stabbed at the ice edge that had extended in front of him, the cold rice was shattered, the chill came out, and the surface of the black spear instantly formed white frost.

"Break it for Lao Tzu!"

Lanco shouted again, his arms writhing like waves.