"King Yan, I think we are quite similar." A voice came from Daming, but Daming's mouth did not move, so King Yan knew that the voice came from Daming himself.
"How to say?"
"You are the co-master of the Eastern Territory, and I am the co-master of the Northern Territory. But the faith of the Northern Territory is the high priest, and your Eastern Territory respects the saints even more than you do."
"I'm happy to. Besides, you have nothing to do with our Eastern Region's affairs!"
"..."
"Saint! This is a title that I need to look up to." This time it was the high priest who spoke, "After all, in my eyes, you are just a junior."
"Yes, senior high priest." The saint smiled and nodded, "I am indeed just a junior."
As soon as the saint finished speaking, the atmosphere became solemn.
Today's battle must be a fierce battle.
The high priest's face was gloomy, and he took a deep breath. Suddenly, blue-green light slowly overflowed from his body, and finally condensed on his palm. All he could see was a large knife about eight feet long including the blade and handle, slowly It condensed in the palm of his hand.
"Cang Mang Life Sword!"
The big sword was sharp and translucent, with the totem of the Northern Territory - the sky - engraved on it. The clouds above were floating slowly, releasing a lonely and boundless atmosphere. An extremely terrifying wave emitted with the birth of the sword, and the entire battlefield was trembling.
Wow!
The high priest held the life knife and stamped his left foot heavily. The mountains and rivers suddenly vibrated, and huge cracks spread on the ground.
He stared at the saint with stern eyes and said solemnly: "Today I want to see what you, the strongest man in the Eastern Region, can do to me?"
The saint looked at the Cang Mang Fate Sword in the hand of the high priest, his eyes slightly condensed. Apparently, the latter had begun to make no reservations, and even took out the Cang Mang Fate Sword, which had never appeared before.
"A weapon..."
The saint pondered slightly, then suddenly raised his hand and took out a pen from his sleeve. This pen looks simple and unpretentious, but it gives people a thick and powerful feeling in people's hearts, like a needle that fixes the sea, unshakable.
"This is a pen of mine. I didn't give him a name. You can call him 'Wenbi' for the time being. Since I traveled around the world, it has been accompanying me in organizing ancient books." Hearing the saint's words, the Wenbi gave out a faint smile. The light seemed to show the joy of receiving the saint's praise.
As soon as the saint's palm moved, the writing brush shook slightly, restoring the cracked ground, and drew a dividing line near King Yan that was enough to protect them, and then pointed at the high priest from a distance.
"snort."
The high priest snorted coldly, took a step forward with the Cang Mang Life Sword in hand, and appeared in front of the saint. He waved the Cang Mang Life Sword, rolling up layers of boundless meanings. Each sword was enough to severely injure most masters.
However, as one of the few extraordinary people, the sage held the writing pen in hand and faced it head-on without any fear. The writing style contained the sacred meaning of Confucianism and was majestic and majestic.
Bang!
The two forces collided heavily, and hundreds of feet of power ripples exploded.
King Yan retreated at this time and joined forces with everyone, imitating the posture he used when resisting the stone rain at the beginning, and together they protected the large forces in the rear, so that the destructive confrontation between the saint and the high priest could not spread to the entire mountainous area. To avoid causing landslides affecting thousands of households.
Countless sights from far and near looked at the battle in mid-air in horror. The two lights and shadows were entangled together. The huge vast life knife and the slender writing were shocked again and again. Every impact was shocking. tremble with fear.
And even across thousands of mountains and rivers, the faint fluctuations still made Lao Mapao, who was staying in Huaigu, feel a little afraid.
"Ha--you die!"
The battle that destroyed the world continued. When the high priest saw that the fierce offensive was repeatedly blocked by a pen, he also let out a low roar.
In just one stick of incense, the two fought for hundreds of rounds. The sky and the earth were simply pale, the sun and the moon lost their light, and all living creatures were frightened.
However, what gave the Eastern Region defenders below the two men some peace of mind was that even with such a ferocious attack by the high priest, the saint still did not show signs of weakness. With the help of excellent strength and the blessing of luck as a peak powerhouse, the power of the saint is obviously not inferior to that of the high priest who has lived for hundreds of years.
Boom!
The Cang Mang Life Sword and the Wen Pen collided fiercely, causing a devastating impact. The bodies of the Saint and the High Priest were shaken, and they both flew out upside down.
"High Priest, this is the Eastern Region, my home court. If the stalemate continues, it will not do you any good." The saint lowered his pen and looked at the high priest with a smile.
"Impossible, victory belongs to me!"
The high priest's face looked extremely ferocious at this time. He stared at the saint. Obviously he also understood that this stalemate in the away game was extremely detrimental to him.
"The power of luck, the vast world!"
The high priest let out a low roar, and in the next moment, a surge of luck suddenly surged out of his body, and finally gathered behind him, gradually turning into a huge phantom.
The face of that phantom was a bit unfamiliar, so it must be the true appearance of the high priest.
Looking at the phantom, the saint's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that the high priest was really going to use all his strength.
boom!
The shadow looked towards the saint, and suddenly a boundless magic light burst out, and in an instant, it appeared in front of the saint.
Boom!
The large writing pen in the saint's hand surged and turned into a huge one hundred feet. It was like a sea-fixing needle, and it hit the sword light fiercely.
boom!
The writing pen hit the sword light heavily, but it was shaken away by a terrifying force, and the saint flew backwards.
"Son, die!"
The high priest roared, and the shadow continued to solidify. The sword light in the shadow's hand shot out overwhelmingly along with the vast fighting spirit. It was obvious that it would not stop until it cut the saint into pieces.
"not good!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically when they saw this. The high priest's attack was too fierce. It was still unknown whether the saint could take it.
And just when they were about to help the saint, in the distant sky, a void force suddenly swept across, like a bottomless pit, and no matter how many sword lights came slashing at them, they were all swallowed up by it.
After a while, the high priest stopped. He looked gloomily into the distance, where he saw the saint standing in the sky. And behind him, there was actually a thin figure standing in mid-air.
The old man seemed ordinary at first glance, but upon second glance he seemed unfathomable.
"Wise man!" King Yan and others shouted.
"Teacher!" The saint looked surprised. He did not expect that the teacher stationed in the southern border of Chu State would also come.
After secretly listening to Da Ming's introduction, the high priest also understood that this person in front of him was another powerful man from the Eastern Region, and the fear in his eyes became even stronger. It was a bit difficult to have one, but now there are two?
"There are so many tricks! You can try my trick too!"
The wise man looked sharply at the high priest, raised his remaining right arm, and saw the thick purple air rolling in the sky, falling from the sky, turning into a long sword and being grasped by the wise man.
"Purple Qi is coming from the east! Tribulation Formation!"
Facing the high priest who looked calm, the wise man also remained calm and waved his hand——
The first sword, the wind rises.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind all around, especially against the high priest. The wind was so strong that the high priest was slightly unsteady on his feet.
How could a wise man give him a chance to adjust before his illness could kill him?
Another wave——
The second sword, floating clouds surged.
The purple energy in the sky rolled around the sea of clouds. The high priest on the ground seemed to be unable to resist the power of the purple energy, and his feet slowly sank into the ground.
Seeing that the high priest was powerful, the wise man became happy in his movements. The long sword in his hand gradually solidified, and the sword body emitted a dazzling purple light. At first glance, it made people feel chilled, but also felt extremely mysterious.
The old man's expression did not change, and he threw the long sword in his hand away——
The third sword, thunder moves from the sky
The thrown long sword turned into rich purple energy, forming a circle and surrounding the high priest.
Directly above him, the rolling clouds gradually formed a disk as large as the circle on the ground. In the center of this gloomy disk, purple lightning faintly overflowed.
The high priest quickly realized something was wrong and wanted to get up and escape. It turns out that in that circle, any movement receives a certain amount of resistance. With great strength, the high priest came to the edge of the circle, but seemed to hit a wall of air. Seeing that it didn't work, the high priest smashed it down with a knife. The cracks in the air wall were clearly visible, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.
But the high priest was still a step slower, and the hole in the clouds in the sky became bigger and bigger. Just when he was about to raise the Vast Life Sword again to destroy the air wall. A bolt of purple lightning as thick as a cauldron fell from the sky, hitting the middle of the circle on the ground without any bias.
After the purple electricity hit the ground, a large amount of lightning splashed out and swept to other directions inside the circle. As for the violent wind that was trapped inside the circle just now, the violent wind that was imprisoned by the power of purple energy in the first two swords was squeezed by thunder and lightning and exploded towards the outside of the circle.
