However, unlike the Battle of Hangu Pass, the wise man did not let the wind blow wantonly, but condensed the wind again to form a wind sword, which fell in front of King Yan, forming a barrier.

The soldiers of the Yan Kingdom, who had already run far away, were amazed when they saw this scene, and some even knelt down straight, muttering that the gods had descended 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 different location.

"I'll leave it to you." The wise man nodded to the sage, "The strength of the high priest is very strong, I will find a place to digest it." ”

"Teacher, walk slowly."

The wise man and King Yan glanced at each other, then turned to leave.

The snow dust cleared, revealing the unrecognizable appearance of the High Priest. The skin was torn open, and the purple qi was further destroyed along with the thunder and lightning.

The high priest's clothes were already in tatters, but the purple aura seemed to patch his clothes again.

"Any other tricks?" The High Priest's tone was disdainful, as if he didn't care about the devastating attack of the wise man just now.

The saint's eyes narrowed, he knew that the teacher's move would kill none of the iron horsemen in the Western Regions. And the high priest is only one person, and he still has the strength to fight.

"If you don't have it, then it's my turn!" At the moment of life and death, the high priest directly sacrificed his biggest hole card - the power of luck. Compared with the first two tricks, this time the high priest has moved out all the power of luck.

"The meaning of the vastness, the god of war!"

The high priest roared angrily, and the wounds on his body were actually healing rapidly, and his momentum was also on the basis of the original.

"Whew!" A wolf howl shook the ground, shattered the wall of wind left by the wise man before leaving, and repelled King Yan and the others—including the saints in mid-air.

"It's too strong!" Mo Qianji and the others felt a strong sense of suffocation.

"King Yan, help me!" The sage picked up the pen and handed it over to King Yan.

Seeing this, King Yan immediately generously responded: "The king's Yanyi!" ”

A golden dragon flew out of the Yan King's body, gradually becoming small as it leaped in the air, and finally injected along the tip of the pen, and there was an additional carved dragon on the outside of the barrel of the pen.

"Hahaha! Good! In the face of the high priest's firepower, the saint was not afraid: "High priest, you seem to have forgotten something. The old man once taught himself a sentence to his disciples: 'Self-denial and revenge, the world will return to benevolence.' This sentence also reminds you. ”

"Old horseman! That's a lot! The high priest looked impatient. In the phantom of the god of war, the light bloomed, faintly as if revealing the ancient belief that was born for battle, and the light condensed, forming a giant knife that slowly fell, falling on the hands stretched out by the phantom of the god of war.

Roar!

Poured by the power of this luck, the phantom of the god of war suddenly erupted into a deafening roar, and the colors on the huge body became brighter, as if it had turned into a giant.

"The god of war is coming!"

Sensing the change in the phantom of the god of war, the high priest struck while the iron was hot, and with a low roar, the phantom of the god of war gasped violently, withdrew his right foot, and slashed at the saint like an ant.

"The holy will of Confucianism, abide by it!" In the face of the giant's broadsword, the saint was not afraid of danger, and also used the powerful luck in his writing, blessed with the protection of the holy will of Confucianism.

"Die!"

Rumble!

"This high priest is in a hurry." King Yan looked at this scene, but he was able to know the thoughts of the high priest, as time went by, the advantage of the saint was gradually obvious, after all, this was the Eastern Regions, he was in the home field, and he was the peak powerhouse, and the saint was able to use the power of luck in the Eastern Regions to confront the high priest continuously.

And for this situation, the high priest obviously also expected it, so his complexion became more and more gloomy, striving for this Eastern Regions powerhouse who could be severely injured at once.

The high priest broke away from the phantom of the god of war, and directly took advantage of the opportunity of the confrontation between the phantom and the saint to fight with the king of Yan. A hideous color swept across his face.

"Everyone, be careful!" King Yan reminded.

King Yan knew that if the high priest did not break this deadlock, he would inevitably lose. So he chose to use two things and blossom on both sides.

Rumble!

The vast battle intent wrapped around the high priest's fist, and suddenly turned into a blue light and rushed to the ground, and the vast battle intent directly tore through the heavy defenses set up by Mo Qianji, and blasted away Mo Qianji and the others.

The phantom of the god of war roared in the sky, and the deafening sound resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Vertical and Boundary!" The three sons of Huaigu didn't know when they gathered, and they set up a formation against the high priest who was crazy and killed.

Boom Boom!

At the moment when the roar fell, I saw that in the Yan army that was moving south, some soldiers who couldn't support it let out countless screams, and then they exploded out of thin air, turning into blood mist and rising into the sky.

"Sleepy!" The three sons of Huaigu sealed and jointly trapped the high priest in the formation.

As a result, the strength of the high priest was too strong, and with the help of the great sword of the phantom of the god of war, the attack dodged by the saint directly slashed into the vertical and horizontal formation, helping the high priest break through.

The saint seized the opportunity and dealt 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 turned into the swallow of the king, and the holy intent of Confucianism hit the neck of the phantom of the god of war.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the high priest launched a series of bombardments against King Yan and others who were evading, and King Yan, as the leader of the defenders and the king of the Eastern Regions, fought bloodily without fear.

"Wang Zhiyanyi!" King Yan withdrew his hole cards and gathered the blood mist that those soldiers were floating in the air and attached it to the spear.

"This king is going to avenge the good son of my Yan Kingdom today!" King Yan stabbed at the high priest, "Blood spear!" ”

In the face of the spear that stabbed him, the high priest opened it with one hand with a disdainful expression, but at this time, the empty door opened, and the blood mist attached to the spear turned into a spear, penetrating the high priest's chest.

The High Priest endured the pain and slapped the Feiyan King, and was about to make a move on the blood spear, but the blood spear melted into the high priest's body, and the blood spear contained all kinds of grievances of the dead Yan Army, which erupted in the high priest's chest, eroding his body.

Killing two birds with one stone, the heavy blow of the God of War Phantom was caught by the saint, and later fell down with the injury of the high priest of the main body.

The saint fell in front of King Yan and the others, watching the high priest, who was no more than five feet away from him, rolling on the ground in pain.

The Yan King and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the aftermath of the successive peak duels had exhausted them. I was wounded by the high priest just now, and although I still have the strength to fight at this time, it is also the end of the crossbow.

King Yan looked at the saint in front of him, and saw that the hand holding the pen pinned behind him was trembling slightly, he didn't pay attention to it at first, but then he noticed it and felt that it was very obvious - the seemingly one-sided situation just now, in fact, the saint was also injured, and I am afraid that it is not much better than them.

"Get out of the way!" The saint shouted suddenly. I saw that the high priest's expression of struggling with pain changed, revealing a strange evil smile. The phantom of the god of war lying flat in the distance was shattered, and a small part of the power of luck merged into the high priest's body, helping him heal his wounds, and the other part was sprinkled onto the earth.

"Oh no, the North is going backwards!" As the king of the Eastern Regions, King Yan quickly realized something and hurriedly reminded.

The northern realm is regressing, which means that although their current position is still completely in the Eastern Regions, after a while, this place will become the dividing line between the Northern and Eastern Regions, and then the High Priest will no longer consume his own luck, and the danger will be completely transferred to the saints.

"Those in Huaigu!" The sage pointed at Mr. Su and the others, "Give the northern border to the old man to control!" The students of the school palace are about to arrive! You can't let the people of the school palace fall into the wolf's mouth! ”

"Juniors understand." Mr. Su nodded fiercely, and rushed to the north with Yi Heng and Bo Ling.

"Impossible!" The high priest flew up and tried to stop the three sons of Huaiya, but was stopped by the saint.

"High Priestess, your opponent is me!" The saint stopped the high priest and took the pen away, but the high priest was thrown a thousand pounds in four or two.

"And me!" King Yan secretly swallowed the pill that the magpie divine doctor had just handed over, and stabbed out a shot that contained the hatred of the country and the family.

"And us!" Mo Qianji and the others swallowed the pills one after another, and each played their hole cards, ready to help the saint to besiege and kill.

"Impossible!" The High Priest's vast battle intent erupted again, and the saints were bounced away. Then he turned around and pounced on Long Zibing, intending to get rid of this person who seemed to be the weakest first.

Syllable!

A bell rang in the distance, and the high priest's movements were blocked, and the saints quickly adjusted their state with the help of the bell.

"Once, the old man's goal was to teach more people to become gentlemen!" The sage took out a few scrolls of bamboo slips from his bosom, "Until now, this goal has not changed.

"After traveling around the world, the old man returned to Xingtan, and with the help of his disciples, he reluctantly sorted out these clumsy works," A few rolls of bamboo slips flew into the air, and everyone saw the names of those rolls of bamboo slips at this time:

"Poems", "Books", "Rites", "Yi", "Spring and Autumn"

"My Fair Lady, Gentleman." The scroll of "Poems" flew out, and an energy grabbed the high priest's right hand.

"The people are the foundation of the state, and the state is solid." The scroll flew out, and an energy grabbed the high priest's left hand.

"Celebrity, humanity to the extreme." The "Rites" scroll flew out, and a burst of energy grabbed the high priest's right leg.

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement; The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. The Yi scroll flew out, and a bolt of energy grabbed the high priest's left leg.

"Together, ride the wind and waves." The "Spring and Autumn" volume flew out, dividing four energy streams and connecting the other four volumes, and then condensed an energy that grabbed the back of the high priest's neck.

The high priest was completely confused by the sage'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 powers of luck, but King Yan's Wang Zhiyan was not a vegetarian, and with the involvement of those few volumes, the high priest was so stunned that he had no extra strength to break free.

On the Northern Regions side, the High Priest broke the army alone, but there are many people in the Eastern Regions, Mo Qianji, they have been waiting for a long time, all of them are on the guys, and take down this real first person in the Northern Regions!