"King Yan, I think the two of us are quite similar." A voice came from Da Ming's body, but Da Ming's mouth did not move, and King Yan knew that the voice came from Da Ming himself.

"How?"

"You are the co-master of the Eastern Regions, and I am the co-master of the Northern Regions. But the faith of the Northern Regions is the High Priest, and your Eastern Regions have even more respect for the saints than you. ”

"I'd love to. Besides, you can't control the affairs of our Eastern Regions! ”

“……”

"Saint! It's a title for me to look up to. This time it was the high priest who spoke, "After all, you are just a junior in my eyes. ”

"Yes, Senior High Priest." The saint smiled and nodded, "I really am just a junior. ”

As soon as the saint's words fell, the atmosphere became solemn.

Today's battle must be a vicious battle.

The high priest's face was gloomy, and he took a deep breath, and suddenly a blue-green light slowly overflowed from his body, and finally condensed on his palm, only to see a large knife about eight feet long including the blade and hilt, slowly condensing in his palm.

"Boundless Life Knife!"

The big sword was sharp and translucent, and it was engraved with the totem of the Northern Regions, the sky, and the clouds above fluttered slowly, releasing a lonely and vast aura. A terrifying wave emanated with the birth of the broadsword, and the entire battlefield trembled.

Wow!

The high priest held the sword of life in his hand and stomped heavily on his left foot, and suddenly the mountains and rivers shook together, and a huge crack spread on the ground.

He stared at the saint with gloomy eyes, and said calmly: "Today, I want to see, what can you do to me, the strongest person in the Eastern Regions?" ”

The saint looked at the vast life knife in the high priest's hand, his eyes were slightly condensed, obviously, the latter had begun to make no reservations, and even took out this vast life knife that had never appeared before.

"Weapons..."

The saint groaned slightly, 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 majestic feeling in their hearts, like a needle of the sea god, unshakable.

"This is one of my pens, I didn't name him, you can call him 'Wenbi' for the time being. Ever since I traveled around the world, it has been with me in compiling books. Hearing the saint's words, the writing shone slightly, as if showing the joy of receiving the saint's praise.

With a movement of the sage's palm, the pen shook slightly, restored the cracked ground, and drew a dividing line near the Yan King that was strong enough to protect them, and then pointed at the high priest in the distance.

"Hmph."

The high priest snorted coldly, holding the Vast Life Knife, and with one step, he appeared in front of the saint, and the Vast Life Knife waved, rolling up layers of boundless meaning, each knife was enough to severely damage the vast majority of masters.

However, as a small number of extraordinary people, the sage holds the pen, not afraid at all, and meets it head-on, and the writing contains the holy will of Confucianism, which is majestic and majestic.

Syllable!

The two forces collided heavily, and hundreds of zhang power ripples erupted.

King Yan retreated at this time, joined forces with everyone, imitated the posture he had when he resisted the stone rain at the beginning, and protected the large army in the rear, so that the destruction of the saint and the high priest could not spread to the entire mountainous area, so as not to cause a landslide and earth crack that affected thousands of households.

Countless lines of sight near and far all looked at the battle in mid-air in horror, the two lights and shadows were entangled, the huge vast life knife and the slender writing shook again and again, and every impact was terrifying.

And even across thousands of mountains and rivers, the faint fluctuations still made the old hemp robe who stayed in Huaigu feel a little jealous.

"Ha-you give me death!"

The confrontation of destroying heaven and earth continued, and the high priest also let out a low roar when he saw that the fierce attacks were repeatedly blocked by a pen.

In just one stick of incense, the two fought for hundreds of rounds, and it was simply that the sky and the earth were discolored, the sun and the moon were dull, and the creatures were terrified.

However, what made the defenders of the Eastern Regions who were below the two of them a little reassured was that even with such a ferocious attack by the High Priest, the saint still did not show his decline. With the help of excellent strength and the blessing of luck as a peak powerhouse, the strength of the saint is obviously not inferior to that of the high priest who has lived for hundreds of years.

Boom!

The fierce confrontation between the vast sword and the writing pen collided together, setting off a devastating impact, and the bodies of the saint and the high priest were shocked, and they both flew out upside down.

"High Priest, this is the Eastern Regions, my home field, and a stalemate will not do you any good." The saint lowered his Chinese pen and said with a smile still looking at the high priest.

"Impossible, the victory is mine!"

The High Priest's face was extremely hideous at this time, and he stared at the saint, obviously he also understood that this stalemate in the away field was extremely unfavorable to him.

"The power of luck, the vast world!"

The High Priest let out a low roar, and in the next moment, a surging aura of luck rushed out of his body, and finally converged behind him, gradually turning into a huge phantom.

The face of that phantom is a little unfamiliar, presumably the real appearance of the high priest.

Looking at the phantom, the saint's eyes also narrowed slightly, it seemed that the high priest was really going to use all his strength.

Rumble!

The phantom looked at the saint, and suddenly an boundless magic light burst out, and in an instant, it appeared in front of the saint.

Boom!

The big writing in the sage's hand skyrocketed, turning into a hundred zhang huge, like a needle of the sea god, and smashed down at the knife light.

Rumble!

The writing pen slammed heavily on the sword light, but it was shaken away by a terrifying force, and the saint also flew upside down.

"Son, die!"

The high priest roared, and the phantom continued to solidify, and the sword light in the phantom's hand shot out overwhelmingly along the vast battle intent, obviously not giving up until he cut the saint into pieces.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, everyone's faces changed drastically, the attack of this high priest was too fierce, and it was still unknown whether the saint could take it.

And just as they were about to come to the aid of the saint, in the distant sky, a void force suddenly swept out, as if it was a bottomless pit, and no matter how many sword lights slashed out, they were all swallowed by it.

In the middle of the hour, the high priest stopped. He looked into the distance with a gloomy face, and only saw that there was a saint standing in the air. And behind him, there was also a thin figure standing in mid-air.

That old man, at first glance, seems ordinary, and then you will feel that he is unfathomable.

"Wise man!" Yan Wang and the others shouted out.

"Teacher!" The sage looked surprised, he didn't expect that the teacher stationed in the southern border of Chu State would also come.

After secretly listening to the introduction of the Great Destiny, the High Priest also learned that the person in front of him was another powerful man in the Eastern Regions, and the jealousy in his eyes became even stronger. Originally, one was a bit difficult, and now there are two?

"That's a lot! You can also try this trick of me! ”

The wise man looked at the high priest sharply, and the only remaining right arm was raised, only to see the thick purple qi in the sky tumbling from the sky, turning into a long sword and being grasped by the wise man.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east! Heist the Formation! ”

Facing the high priest who looked calm, the wise man also did not change his face, and waved his hand-

The first sword, the wind rises.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind around him, especially against the High Priest, who was so strong that even the High Priest was faintly unsteady.

Before it was too late for him to die when he was sick, how could a wise man give him the opportunity to adjust?

One more wave -

The second sword, floating clouds.

The purple qi in the sky rolled around the sea of clouds, and the high priest on the ground seemed to be invincible to the power of the purple qi, and his feet slowly sank into the ground.

When the wise man saw the strength of the high priest, he was happy. The long sword in his hand gradually condensed into a substance, and the sword body emitted a dazzling purple light, which at first glance, made people feel chilled and incomparably mysterious.

The old man's face did not change, and he threw the long sword in his hand out vigorously-

The third sword, the sky thunders

The long sword thrown out turned into a rich purple qi, forming a circle shape that surrounded the high priest.

Directly above him, the tumbling clouds gradually formed a disk as large as the circle on the ground, and in the center of this gloomy disk, a faint purple lightning overflowed.

The High Priest quickly realized that something was wrong and wanted to get up and flee. It turned out that in that circle, any movement received a certain resistance. With great strength, the High Priest made it to the edge of the circle, only to appear to have hit a wall of air. Seeing that it didn't work, the high priest smashed it down, and 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 middle of the clouds in the sky grew bigger and bigger. Just as he was about to raise the Vast Blade once again to destroy the wall of air. A purple bolt of lightning as thick as a dome fell from the sky and struck the middle of the circle on the ground impartially.

After the purple lightning struck the ground, a large amount of thunder swept away in other directions inside the circle. As for the wind that had just been trapped inside the circle, the wind in the first two swords, which was imprisoned by the power of purple qi, was squeezed by the thunder and lightning and exploded towards the outside of the circle.