The god of sacrifice is here to fight hard this time, if he was still a little jealous and hesitant before, at this moment, he is a master who has abandoned all distractions and thoughts, this kind of master is very terrifying, and very extreme, once he fights with all his heart, it will be a terrible combat power.

Jiang Li didn't dare to underestimate it, after all, he was the god of worship in the previous generation, and he was once a peerless master, although he was knocked out of the realm by his grandfather, he was still a figure that could not be ignored.

Sacrifice to the gods, who used to be a peerless figure in southern Xinjiang, because another dazzling pearl suppressed all his light, so he was reduced to a green leaf, not because he was not strong, but because the other one should not belong to this era, a strong pervert.

The god of sacrifice can be said to be full of firepower at this moment, and he no longer has any care or reservation, and he is bent on fighting Jiang Li to the end.

Jiang Li's Eighteen Holy Fists were also terrifying, no one knew the combat effectiveness of this punch, and no one dared to underestimate them.

After all, Beishan Zongze once used this boxing method to sweep all the masters in southern Xinjiang, and the power of this boxing method is obvious, and the terrifying combat power bursts out, which is also a headache.

The god of sacrifice had suffered a loss under this boxing technique, and he knew the strengths of this boxing technique, and when he broke up with Jiang Li, he had been deliberately avoiding Jiang Li's strengths.

Jiang Li's several attacks were cleverly avoided by the god of sacrifice, it seems that this guy knows everything about the Eighteen Holy Fists, Jiang Li changed a set of Bagua Palms to face the enemy, this is his mastery, this set of boxing techniques is beaten down, like a frightening dragon.

Especially when he combined with the moon looking step, he simply brought the Baguazhang to the extreme, this hand is like a swimming dragon, quiet as Mount Tai, it is really a wonderful play.

Knock knock!

Jiang Li's soft energy on the palm of his hand suddenly turned into a strong force, and his elbows and palms were combined to strike, and for a while there was a tendency to regain the upper hand.

However, the worship of the gods is not bad, his body is very weird, although in terms of speed, Jiang Li has the upper hand, but this treacherous and changeable, in the midst of change, the body method of sacrificing the god is the first opportunity.

The two sides come and go, the fight is extremely fierce, but it is very exciting, the eyes of people on both sides are shining, I haven't seen such a wonderful duel for a long time.

Jiang Li's combat effectiveness was brought into full play, this was the most valuable battle since he became a master of Danjin, this sacrifice god once walked out of his own way, but unfortunately, he met someone who went farther away, and finally fell.

"Daedric's Hammer!"

The god of worship clasped his hands together, and his arms, which were twice as thick, contained amazing strength, and his body, which was originally shriveled, was all explosive muscles at the moment, full of power.

This move smashed down, and it also burst out with a huge force, like a Shennong Ding smashed down, very powerful.

Jiang Li took a step back, and instead of shaking his fist, he found that his strength was not enough, the power of this god sacrifice was as if it had been reborn, it was too terrifying.

The power of this punch burst out, and it was also terrifying, and the southern Xinjiang national art, which was not good at hand-to-hand combat, was suddenly overpowered by the fierceness.

"What's going on?" Jiang Li exclaimed.

The power of this sacrifice to the gods is increasing step by step, and with each punch, the strength increases by one point, and this growth seems to be endless, and it has been growing.

Jiang Li frowned, if this kind of strength growth is endless, then wouldn't it be that he is getting weaker and weaker the more he fights, but the enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and if he continues to fight for a long time, he will definitely be defeated!

But on the other side, Ah Ruo couldn't cry, she knew what the current bravery of the sacrifice god meant, he wanted to shed the last drop of blood for the southern Xinjiang, and his current combat power was all in exchange for his life.

"Father, don't. Ah Ruo wept and fell to the ground weakly.

Several elders behind her, but tightly held her, not letting her move forward, in their hearts, the previous generation of worship gods, after all, it was the previous generation, in their eyes, the sacrifice of gods is far less valuable than Ah Ruolai, Ah Ruo is talented, known as hundreds of years, the most in southern Xinjiang, and the future achievements are limitless.

Such a proud figure is too valuable, and he has too much value compared to the old gods of the previous generation.

And both Huaxia and Southern Xinjiang are afraid of each other, for fear that the other party will have an ambush, if Ah Ruo goes out and falls into an ambush, if the hope of Southern Xinjiang is buried, what to say, several elders will not let Ah Ruo go into danger.

In their view, sacrificing to the gods is to radiate the last residual heat and contribute to the southern Xinjiang, which is sacred and great.

This kind of selfish thinking has always been the main tone of southern Xinjiang, and their strict hierarchy has finally formed such a mentality because of a long period of fermentation.

For this indifferent race, Ah Ruo didn't know what to do, because even the previous generation of worship gods who had made great contributions to Southern Xinjiang were like this, let alone ordinary people.

This is a common disease of the nation, is the consensus of all people in southern Xinjiang, when his father is a god, the people of all directions believe in him, he is the representative of southern Xinjiang, he is the supreme existence of southern Xinjiang, no one can reach it.

But when you fall from the altar, what you bring is nothing but indifference, that is, white eyes, even if you used to be the leader of a clan and silently dedicated to southern Xinjiang, but at this time, everyone is blind and can't see anything.

This is a kind of sorrow, but also the bad roots and sorrow of a nation, which cannot be changed, and there is no way to change it, because the whole nation is like this, and it has become a sorrow.

Ah Ruo has a heart but is powerless, and only when she faces this matter, will she have a deep sense of powerlessness, because she knows that this kind of inferiority has been carried from birth, and she has no way to correct it.

However, Ah Ruo didn't know that before her, there was already a person who made a grand wish, willing to take this as the goal of his life, not only to heal people, but also to heal the heart, and he wanted everyone in the world to die without illness.

This person is Jiang Li.

Ah Ruo's eyes suddenly turned red, her cold phoenix eyes glanced coldly at the elders behind her, and then said, "If you don't let me go now, then don't blame me for leaving the southern frontier and not doing this sacrifice." ”

At this time, Ah Ruo was not willful, but she felt that there were many things in this life, more important than the position of worshipping the gods, and she was unwilling to undertake the great task of reviving this southern Xinjiang.

She also believes that in the darkness of history, everything has its own luck to dominate the theory, and everything, the rise and fall, glory and disgrace, is self-determined.

Southern Xinjiang has been prosperous and powerful, and this is enough, after all, China is much larger than southern Xinjiang in terms of land area, and sometimes southern Xinjiang may be able to have a temporary victory, but it is impossible to occupy it permanently.

The cultural heritage is directly related to how many years a country can survive in the long river of history, in the history of China, there is no shortage of strong enemies to invade, but in the end it is either defeated, or assimilated by the Chinese people, this is the embodiment of a country's strength, but also the manifestation of its own culture!

Being in China, no matter how sick the country is at the moment, how distorted human nature is, but his roots are there, as long as his roots are there, his soul will not be extinguished, and the country will continue!

At this point, southern Xinjiang still has a long way to go.

This time the dispatch of troops is just a moth to a fire, Ah Ruo knows that without the natural barrier of southern Xinjiang, if Huaxia uses those new weapons, then the people of southern Xinjiang will be like flying ashes, dissipating in this world.

All the elders were stunned, they didn't expect that Ah Ruo, who had always been well-behaved and obedient, seemed to be a different person at this moment.

Ah Ruo has been a well-behaved and sensible child since he was a child, and after sitting on the throne of the gods, he has always been very obedient, and he has been very polite to several of their elders, but now he has said that he wants to leave the southern Xinjiang, which their group of old guys can't believe.

"Ah Ruo, you!"

"Let go. Ah Ruo wiped away his tears, these old guys are too self-righteous.

For so many years, if it weren't for her father, how would she have looked at the faces of you people, and just because your sons were all waste, they also wanted to be sacrificed to gods.

Don't forget how much you objected to me as a god!

Ah Ruo thought a lot in her heart, but she didn't say a word, after all, as a sacrifice god, she said a lot of words, and the impact after that still had to be considered.

"Let him go, and send a few warriors to protect the sacrifice god. One of the gray-robed elders spoke.

This is the Great Elder Buza, who sometimes speaks more effectively than worshipping the gods, and his status is also very transcendent.

Ah Ruo rushed to the battlefield and ran towards her two beloved men, she jumped between the two of them, and shouted: "Stop, don't fight, father, if you use the forbidden technique like this, you will die, is it really that important to win or lose." Ah Ruo shouted.

When the priest saw his daughter coming, there was finally a soft smile in the corner of his eyes, Ah Ruo was the pride of his life, and he was the capital that he was proud of in this life.

No matter how he governs Southern Xinjiang in his life, he can't erase Ah Ruo's position in his heart, which is the most important thing in his life, and no one can replace it.

Ah Ruo threw herself into the arms of the god of sacrifice and cried loudly, at this moment, she was no longer a high god of worship, but a little girl who was afraid of losing her father.

"Ah Ruo, you are older, there are some things that your father can't always accompany you, you forgive your father. The priest said softly.

The next moment, the priest gently patted Ah Ruo's jade neck, and Ah Ruo fainted in a completely defenseless state.

"Buza, bring the priest back. The priest looked back and forgot to glance at the Great Elder.

Shout!

A gray figure stood beside the priest and took Ah Ruo back without saying a word.

Jiang Li glanced at Ah Ruo, and felt a little sorry for this girl in his heart, it was too difficult to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the entire southern Xinjiang alone.

"Jiang Li, one of you and I will fall after all, if I die, you have to help me take care of Ah Ruo. The priest said.

"As long as she can forgive me, I will do everything. Jiang Li said.

Some things are so cruel, there is no need to face it, you have to live and die, he knows that if the sacrifice god really dies at his own hands, Ah Ruo will hate himself, but he has no choice.

If Ah Ruo has her country, he also has his country.

"It seems that the Eighteen Holy Fists can't take you down, so try my Jiang family's mastery, I haven't tried it since I came down the mountain. Jiang Li said lightly.

The sacrificial god's eyes condensed slightly, and he felt a fierce aura on Jiang Li's body.

Is it that Jiang Chengyuan defeated his own set of boxing techniques, thinking of the nightmare he experienced at the beginning, he always felt that there was a haze hanging over his head.

Is that terrible set of boxing techniques really about to see the light of day again? Jiang Chengyuan?

There was a hint of bitterness at the corner of the god's mouth, and if he was defeated under this set of boxing techniques, would history really repeat itself today.

"Come on, I'm not going to lose to anyone again this time. "The heart of the god suddenly soared with arrogance!