However, unlike the battle at Hangu Pass, the wise man did not let the strong wind blow wantonly, but condensed the strong wind to form a wind sword, which fell in front of King Yan to form a barrier.
The officers and soldiers of the Yan Kingdom who had already fled a long way away were amazed when they saw this scene. Some even knelt down straight and chanted about the gods descending to earth.
History seems to be so strikingly similar, and after all, it was the wise man himself who recreated the process. It's just a change of location.
"The next step is left to you." The wise man nodded to the saint, "The high priest is very powerful, I want to find a place to digest it."
"Teacher, walk slowly."
The wise man and King Yan looked at each other, then turned and left.
The snow dust dispersed, revealing the high priest's unrecognizable appearance. The skin was broken open, and the purple energy accompanied by thunder and lightning was further destroying it.
The clothes on the high priest's body were already in tatters, but the purple energy seemed to have patched his clothes again.
"Are there any other tricks?" The high priest's tone was very disdainful, as if he didn't care at all about the devastating attack brought by the wise man just now.
The saint's eyes narrowed. He knew that the teacher's move could kill every cavalry in the Western Region. There is only one high priest, but he is still capable of fighting.
"If you don't have it, then it's my turn!" At the critical moment of life and death, the high priest directly used his biggest trump card - the power of luck. Compared with the previous two moves of playing house, this time the high priest brought out all the power of luck.
"The meaning of vastness, the God of War of vastness!"
The high priest roared angrily, and the wounds on his body were healing quickly, and his aura increased to a higher level than before.
"Ouch!" A wolf howled, cracking the ground, shattering the wind wall left by the wise man before leaving, and driving away King Yan and others - including the saint in mid-air.
"Too strong!" Mo Qianji and others felt a strong sense of suffocation.
"King Yan, help me!" The saint picked up the writing pen and handed it to King Yan.
When the King of Yan saw this, he immediately responded generously: "The King's wishes for Yan!"
A golden dragon flew out from King Yan's body, gradually became smaller as it jumped in the air, and finally flowed into the pen tip of the writing pen, and a carved dragon appeared on the outside of the pen barrel of the writing pen.
"Hahaha! Okay!" Faced with the high priest's full firepower, the saint was not afraid: "High priest, you seem to have forgotten something. I once taught my disciple a sentence: 'Restrain oneself and return to ritual, the world Quy Nhon.’ This sentence is also here to remind you.”
"Old man! He talks a lot!" The high priest looked impatient. In the shadow of the God of War, light bloomed, faintly seeming to reveal the ancient faith born for fighting. The light condensed and formed a giant knife that slowly fell down and landed on the outstretched hands of the shadow of the God of War.
Hoho!
Poured by this power of luck, the phantom of the God of War suddenly erupted into a deafening roar, and the colors on its huge body became brighter, as if it had turned into a giant.
"The God of War is coming!"
Sensing the changes in the shadow of the God of War, the high priest struck while the iron was hot. With a low roar, the shadow of the God of War took a sharp breath, stepped back with his right foot, and charged forward, slashing at the ant-like saint.
"Abide by the holy will of Confucianism!" Facing the giant's sword, the saint was not afraid in the face of danger. He also used the powerful luck in his writing to bless the protection of the holy will of Confucianism.
"Die!"
boom!
"The high priest is in a hurry." King Yan looked at this scene and could understand the high priest's thoughts. As time went by, the saint's advantage gradually became obvious. After all, this is the Eastern Region, and he is at home. As a peak powerhouse, the Saint can draw on the power of luck from the Eastern Region to continuously confront the High Priest.
For this situation, the high priest obviously expected it, so his expression became more and more sinister, trying to fight for the strongest man in the Eastern Region who could be hit hard at once.
The high priest broke away from the shadow of the God of War and directly used the opportunity of the confrontation between the shadow and the saint to fight King Yan and the others. A ferocious look suddenly flashed across his face.
"Everyone, be careful!" King Yan reminded.
King Yan knew that if the high priest did not break the deadlock, he would definitely lose. So he chose to do two things at once and blossom on both sides.
boom!
The vast fighting spirit wrapped around the high priest's fist, and suddenly turned into a blue light and ran towards the ground. The vast fighting spirit directly tore apart the heavy defenses set up by Mo Qianji and the others, and blew away Mo Qianji and the others.
The phantom of the God of War looked up to the sky and roared, the deafening sound resounding throughout the battlefield.
"The vertical and horizontal formation!" The three sons of Huaigu gathered together at some point and laid out the formation in front of the high priest who was going crazy and killing.
Boom boom boom!
At the moment when the roar fell, I saw that among the Yan army that was moving south, some soldiers who could not hold up let out countless screams, and then they exploded out of thin air one by one, turning into blood mist and rising into the sky. .
"Trapped!" The three sons of Huaigu formed seals, and together they trapped the high priest in the formation.
As a result, the strength of the high priest was too strong. With the help of the sword of the shadow of the God of War, the saint's evasive attack was directly slashed into the vertical and horizontal formation, helping the high priest to break out of the encirclement.
The saint seized the opportunity and struck a heavy blow to the phantom of the God of War who had not had time to adjust his movements - the carved dragon on the writing once again transformed into the meaning of Wang Zhiyan, and struck the neck of the phantom of the God of War in conjunction with the holy will of Confucianism.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the high priest launched a series of bombardments at King Yan and others who were hiding. King Yan, as the leader of the defenders and the king of the Eastern Region, fought bloody battles without fear.
"The King's Yan Yi!" King Yan took back his trump card, gathered the blood mist floating in the air from the soldiers, and attached it to the spear.
"Today, I will avenge my good son of Yan Kingdom!" King Yan stabbed the high priest, "Blood Spear!"
Facing the spear that was thrust towards him, the high priest pushed it away with a disdainful look. As a result, the door opened wide, and the blood mist attached to the spear turned into a spear and penetrated the high priest's chest.
The high priest endured the pain and slapped King Fei Yan. When he was about to take action on the blood gun, the blood gun melted into the body of the high priest. The blood gun contained all kinds of grievances of the dead Yan army. His chest exploded, eroding his body.
Killing two birds with one stone, the phantom of the God of War was severely injured, but the saint caught the flaw, and later fell down as the high priest of the body was injured.
The saint fell in front of King Yan and others, watching the high priest who was only five feet away from him writhing in pain on the ground.
The people in King Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were exhausted from the aftermath of the peak showdown. He had just been wounded by the high priest from the front. Although he still had the strength to fight, he was at the end of his strength.
King Yan looked at the saint in front of him and saw that the hand holding the writing pen behind his back was trembling slightly. He didn't notice it at first, but later he noticed it and found it very obvious - the seemingly one-sided situation just now was actually actually The Sage was also injured, and probably not much better than them.
"Everyone, get away!" the saint suddenly shouted. I saw the expression of the high priest struggling with pain change, and he revealed a strange and evil smile. The shadow of the God of War lying flat in the distance was shattered into pieces. A small part of the power of luck was integrated into the body of the high priest to help him heal his wounds, while the other part was sprinkled on the earth.
"No, the Northern Territory is retreating!" As the king of the Eastern Region, King Yan quickly realized something and quickly reminded him.
The Northern Territory is retreating, which means that although they are currently in the Eastern Territory, it will become the dividing line between the Northern Territory and the Eastern Territory after a while. If one's own luck is consumed, the danger will be completely transferred to the saints.
"Those in Sophora Valley!" The saint pointed at Mr. Su and others, "Let me control the northern territory! The students from the Academy are coming soon! We can't let the people from the Academy fall into the wolf's mouth!"
"Junior understands." Mr. Su nodded firmly and rushed to the north with Yiheng and Birling.
"Impossible!" The high priest flew up and tried to stop the three sons of Huaigu, but was stopped by the saint.
"High Priest, your opponent is me!" The saint stopped the high priest and clicked on his writing, but was beaten by the high priest.
"And me!" King Yan secretly swallowed the pill just handed over by the magic doctor Magpie, and stabbed out a spear that contained the hatred of the country and the family.
"And there are us!" Mo Qianji and the others swallowed the pills one after another, each showing their trump card, preparing to help the saint to kill them.
"Impossible!" The high priest's boundless fighting spirit erupted again, and he bounced away the saints. Then he turned around and pounced on Long Zibing, intending to eliminate the person who seemed to be the weakest first.
Bang!
There was a sound of bells in the distance, and the high priest's movements were hindered. The saints quickly adjusted themselves with the help of the bells.
"Once upon a time, my goal was to teach more people to become gentlemen!" The saint took out a few scrolls of bamboo slips from his arms, "Until now, this goal has not changed.
"After traveling around the world, I returned to Xingtan. With the help of my disciples, I managed to organize these few books." Several bamboo slips flew into the air. At this time, everyone saw the names of those bamboo slips:
"Poetry", "Book", "Ritual", "Yi" and "Spring and Autumn"
"My fair lady, you are a good gentleman." The "Poetry" scroll flew out, and a burst of energy grabbed the high priest's right hand.
"The people are the foundation of a country, and the foundation is strong and the country is in peace." The scroll of "Book" flew out, and a burst of energy grabbed the high priest's left hand.
"Etiquette, the most humane thing." The "Etiquette" scroll flew out, and a burst of energy grabbed the high priest's right leg.
"The sky is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement; the terrain is turbulent, and a gentleman carries things with great virtue." The "Book of Changes" flew out, and a burst of energy grabbed the high priest's left leg.
"We are in the same boat, riding the wind and waves." The scroll of "Spring and Autumn" flew out, separated four energy streams and connected with the other four volumes, and then condensed a stream of energy to grab the back of the high priest's neck.
The high priest was completely thrown into disarray by the saint's series of operations, and was stabbed in the chest by King Yan.
This time it's a real gun.
The high priest wanted to use the last few power of luck, but King Yan's Wang Zhiyanyi was not a vegetarian. Coupled with the involvement of those volumes of classics, the high priest was stopped like this and had no extra strength to break free.
The high priest in the Northern Territory can defeat the army alone, but there are many people in the Eastern Territory. Mo Qianji and the others have been waiting for a long time. They all come together to take down the true number one person in the Northern Territory. !
