The flames and frost intertwined into two extreme colors, creating a splendid color in the long night starry sky forest.
The moment the iron spear struck, everything happened in a flash of lightning. Shang Chang was even ready to witness the cruel and bloody scene of the corpse demon proton being dismembered.
At the moment when the wind of gunfire swept up the flames and frost, overwhelming Bailian, Shang Chang and the disciples of the True Immortal Cult were unaware of it. Only Yan Poyun, whose eyes were emitting spiritual fire, understood clearly at this moment.
I caught the young man under the gun making a strange and strange movement with his hands.
The hands were clasped together, and the ten slender, tightly stretched fingers began to move slightly.
“Buzz————”
In the fierce fire and mysterious frost, bursts of bee-like string sounds suddenly echoed. The musket that came towards Bailian was cut into several pieces by the rapid string sounds.
, like fire rain, falling around Bai Lian's body.
But not even an inch of fire touched his clothes.
Yan Poyun only heard an even harsher sound of strings ringing out rapidly, and the iron spear in his hand, which fell with great force, was not cut apart like those invisible flaming spears.
But among the flying frost and chaotic fire, he saw a few strands of translucent silk threads dancing in the wind, brushing against the rough gun body, and bursting out with wisps of eye-catching sparks and flames.
There was finally a noticeable change on Yan Poyun's face.
He actually saw the translucent thread scratching out pale marks on his Cloud-breaking Gun.
Regardless of the fact that this Cloud-Breaking Spear was once thrown into the Golden Sea, it was tempered all day long by the power of the Golden Sea to create such a peerless soul seal artifact. Even if it fell into the belly of the mountain rock whale, it would be like this in the Golden Sea.
Even the powerful and mysterious fire in the belly of the demon whale could not dissolve this spear in the slightest.
At this moment, he is holding the gun with his demonic body and immortal soul, and it is protected by his demonic and immortal energy.
The transparent silk thread, which did not reveal even half of its aura, was actually made of something that could cut through his protective aura, break through the power of his gun, and leave traces on this immortal soul seal artifact.
Seeing this, Yan Poyun became even more determined to kill Bailian.
The silk threads were simply sharp and sharp, and their momentum was soft, but also showed the appearance of being powerless. Under such a huge gap in realms, no matter how sharp these threads were, they could not cut through his spear, nor could they stop the falling momentum of the spear.
Yan Poyun's eyes were slightly cold, his arm muscles were slightly tense, and the Qi on the gun surged, trying to shatter the flying threads.
But he never thought that in the chaotic dance of Qi, those silk threads seemed to have roots in his hands. Although they were flying messily, they appeared in endless circles, wrapping around the rough and irregular gun body.
I saw Balian's arms interlocking and sliding, and his feet using dazzling footwork. With the skill of four or two moves, he actually deflected the momentum of the spear by half a point.
The moment it landed dangerously close to the cheek, all the old and dead trees ten miles away in the forest were turned into powder.
But the unchangeable fact is that Bailian, who was destined to die, actually dodged this shot.
Shang Chang was so shocked that his whole body was messy in the wind.
He rubbed his eyes hard. If he hadn't sensed any misalignment, this kid had gone from taming the monster beast to fighting against a group of disciples of the True Immortal Cult. Until now, he had not used the power of the monster beast to fight Yan Poyun head-on.
He was shot.
What's even more outrageous is that Shang Chang remembered that the corpse demon's proton cultivation had already been sealed for Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, but in fact, he never showed any sign of spiritual cultivation from the beginning to the end.
All the methods used are very strange and have mysterious power.
Shang Chang had no idea how Balian did this.
But he knew that this was undoubtedly a great humiliation for Yan Poyun, the strongest defender of the Golden Sea.
The spear penetrated deeply into the earth, cracking the ground for several miles, and the earth's fire magma bathed the blue gun body, then splashed up.
Yan Poyun was surrounded by fiery spears, like an ancient god of war, his body full of power.
He looked at Balian, who was standing gracefully and unscathed to the side, his eyes gradually darkened, the calm anger before the storm.
Yan Poyun straightened his back, and his majestic and majestic momentum rose accordingly. But before he could make any move, he only felt a slight sting on the side of his neck.
Looking away, he saw a small doll standing weightlessly on his shoulders. The doll had no vital signs, no sound, and no energy or energy flowing around it.
The miniature boy-shaped doll held a sword majestically in his hand, and the tip of the sword touched the skin of his neck.
Blood beads slowly slid down the cold sword edge.
This little doll... came close to him and stood on his shoulder, but he didn't even check it at all!
However, he has always followed the path of killing and never paid attention to defense. This is not because he is not good at defense, but because he has a body of demon and immortal. After going through the tribulation and tempering the immortal bones, he has the aura of Kunlun Immortal Gang.
Body care.
There are very few people in the same situation who can break through his three-foot defense.
But this little soulless doll appeared on his shoulder without anyone noticing.
Yan Poyun drank deeply, the immortal energy around his body surged, and the sound of deep sea thunder came from his body.
Electric flames burst out from the pores of his body, and a force so powerful that even the natural energy of the world could not resist instantly enveloped the surrounding area.
The little doll that was originally standing nimbly seemed to have rusty joints and stood crookedly. Electricity could be seen surging between its arms, legs and body, causing it to dance.
But no matter how twisted it was, it never fell off Yan Poyun's shoulders.
The toothpick-like sword in his hand was thrust into his shoulder as if to stabilize his body. As soon as he was short, he knelt on his shoulder.
The moment the sword edge entered his body, Yan Poyun felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The tangible sword was only half an inch long and cut into the skin and bones. For a moment, he felt as if his body was being penetrated and pushed to the ground.
Half of his body was paralyzed.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But this state only lasted for a short moment. Yan Poyun solved this dilemma with his demon blood boiling.
He squatted on the ground with one knee, slapped the ground with one palm, held a gun with one arm, and swept out!
The majestic and unparalleled immortal energy surged once again.
Balian still had the same unhurried and exasperating posture, taking a half step back, raising his arms slightly, and the translucent silk threads danced wildly on his fingertips.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound of metal clashing.
What made Yan Poyun's eyes even colder was that what he saw was a pair of slender white hands with fingertips flying deftly. The sky was full of silver threads like waterfalls bursting out from the ten slender jade fingers, intertwined threads trembling, thousands of threads.
The thread is firmly placed on the rough and powerful spear like a dragon.
No matter how brightly the electric light flashed, the powerful spear attack could not even land on Balian's body.
They were all blocked by the countless flying silk threads.
Different from the translucent and soft silk threads controlled by the masked boy just now, the thousands of translucent silk threads controlled by a small female doll are more delicate and soft, but each one seems to contain as much weight as a thousand stones.
potential.
The two slender, soft and easily folded palms of the little doll actually have unrivaled power. With one pull and one pull, the spear is strangled, sinks downward, and is firmly sealed into the earth.
Yan Poyun's eyes darkened, and he realized that he couldn't muster even half of his spiritual power to pour into the spear.
While the silver thread wrapped around the entire gun body, his consciousness even completely severed contact with the Cloud-Breaking Gun.
People control the puppet, and the puppet controls the thread, but the thread in the puppet's hand is more than a thousand times stronger than the thread in her master's hand!
Years of accumulated experience in life and death battles made it impossible for Yan Poyun to dwell on such strange phenomena.
He gave up the Poyun Spear without hesitation, his mountain-like shoulder muscles tightened tightly, and the puppet sword inserted into his shoulder muscles seemed to be stuck in his body.
The spiritual power nodes in his body suddenly lit up, and the blood surged from the wound on his shoulder. The moment the blood left the body, it turned into a blazing fire, burning the young man doll into flames.
The Qi machine in Yan Poyun's body soon began to operate normally. He put down his gun and clenched his fist. At that moment, it seemed as if the power of the river was condensed in this fist.
Yan Poyun punched out, hitting the female doll right in the face.
After knocking the puppet away, Yan Poyun loosened his fists, thrust his arms into the frosty mist and fire, and tore it apart with all his strength.
The space in front of him was torn apart like tissue paper.
Behind Balian, a similar fragmented space appeared.
Yan Poyun was still standing there, but in the space behind Bailian, like a mirror image, an identical Yan Poyun actually appeared.
Balian frowned slightly, but did not move his fingers. The female doll at the other end of the puppet line did not receive any control. Her head was bent straight by a punch, and she seemed to be ready to turn around and rescue Balian.
Yan Poyun had a sneer on his lips.
He stepped on the iron gun with one step. The iron gun was entangled with thousands of puppet threads. As the female doll's body turned, it was restrained and it was difficult to move past.
The mirror image in the crack space, Yan Poyun, slowly opened his eyes, and the fire surged and burned against the flow.
He looked at Balian, and a cold and ruthless smile appeared on his iron face:
"it's all over."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth slightly, and between opening his mouth, he exhaled a very faint purple gas. The purple gas was like substance, condensed into a purple light and shot toward Balian's back vest.
Seeing the purple energy coming from the east, Shang Chang knew exactly what it meant, and his face turned pale.
He had long heard that Yan Poyun was a demon immortal before he gave birth to immortal bones, so he used his demon soul to raise a big demon purple dragon.
Although this purple dragon is a ten-thousand-year-old monster, its overall size is only one palm long. It is raised under the tongue, which is one of Yan Poyun's special moves.
This purple dragon is loaded with poison that can corrode everything in the world. Although he is from the demon clan, he is somewhat related to that dragon clan.
Although it is extremely small, there are very few natural enemies in the demon clan or the demon fairy clan that can restrain it.
This purple dragon can eat human essence and blood, and rotten immortal bones. Once it enters the body, it can be instantly corrupted into dragon energy and taken into the belly, leaving not an inch of corpse bones.
Yan Poyun's murderous intention towards Bailian is no weaker than Bailian's murderous intention towards Zhen Yu.
Under the power of the talisman, Balian's spiritual consciousness was so cohesive that he could detect something strange behind him without turning around.
I sighed secretly in my heart.
This Yan Poyun was a little trickier than he thought.
No matter, after all, it is a powerful enemy in the Tongming realm. If he still retains his true strength, he may really be in danger of his life today.
As for the funeral arrangements, I have to deal with them first...
Before his thoughts could completely change, Balian could only feel a slippery coolness coming from his wrist, gently squirming between his skin.
Immediately afterwards, the temperature around him suddenly turned cold, and the rolling fiery ground flames in the cracked earth were extinguished as if they were being extinguished by a heavy snowfall from the Kunlun Snow Summit.
The terrifying high temperature in the forest suddenly fell into the middle of winter, as if the air was about to freeze.
The strong wind seemed to have picked up piles of huge waves, setting off frost-white snow waves in the dark forest.
Snowflakes as light as smoke and as white as silver danced in the space.
A palm that was more translucent than white snow fell through the wind and snow, and held the purple beam of light.
The moment his palm came into contact with the light beam, the light beam suddenly exploded and the demonic power collapsed.
In the dispersing demonic mist, the demonic dragon's body was exposed.
The purple-red but scaleless demonic dragon is really only one palm long. Its whole body is filled with poisonous mist, but it cannot damage the hand at all.
The demon dragon was born as a dragon, and even if it was subdued by Yan Poyun and accepted as its master, it would rarely bow its head. It even needed Yan Poyun to feed him the essence and blood of his own tongue for many years, and use his tongue fetus as a spiritual nest in exchange.
Only then did she reluctantly acknowledge him as her master and let him drive her.
Even though he is the number one defender of the Golden Sea, he has never made this arrogant purple dragon truly feel in awe.
But at this moment, when those eyes that were like glazed purple beads turned to look at him, Zilong Lili was frightened and his heart was beating with fear!
Within the wisps of cloud-like frost, faint blue and white spiritual energy gradually penetrated. The cold air became slightly heavier, and the outline of a slender and extremely tall woman's figure gradually became clearly visible in the clouds and frost.
The moonlight is like water, filling the water. The woman's silver hair is scattered like ice silk. Her hair is as silky as rain, covering her slender body like halo jade. Her eyes are slender and beautiful, and her delicate face is even more natural.
The ice and snow formed, and Qiong Yao carved it.
A pair of slender and beautiful dragon horns of the same color as the silver hair reflected a faint and cold brilliance in the moonlight.
She just stood there calmly and quietly, her silver hair as long as water, hanging down on her heels.
The woman's neck is slender, and her legs are even slender. There is no flaw at all. The curves are all in one go. They are outlined from the jade-like feet to the legs, forming a pair of ingenious things.
Her temperament seems gentle, dignified and beautiful, but she also has an innate noble aura that seems to have grown in her flesh and blood.
She lowered her purple vertical pupils and glanced at the purple dragon in her hand. The purple dragon trembled all over, as if it was being steadily suppressed by an extremely powerful bloodline force.
The body exploded with a bang, exploding into nothingness and dust particles.