Chapter 159: Fierce fight, Su Yang comes to support (Part 1)

The wind roars.

Sagra's robe began to fly under the encouragement of the wind, and at the same time the momentum in his body also fully unfolded. The expression on his face also looked solemn.

"Oh, old shaman, I'm so serious at the beginning, I'm not used to it." Jiu Changsheng couldn't help but tease him when he saw Sagra's appearance.

Sagra's solemn expression did not change at all. While mobilizing the fighting spirit in his body, he spoke: "It's not okay if you don't be serious. Facing you, you have no holy rank on the Arad Continent to dare to say anything casually."

Jiu Changsheng heard this and did not comment or speak again.

Indeed, his reputation as Jiu Changsheng on the mainland was not blown out. Any old and old strong man on this continent clearly remembers how Jiu Changsheng killed three holy levels at the same time with one rope and one sword. Don’t talk about leaving one hand in front of Jiu Changsheng, because as long as you keep one hand, the one who stays is your life.

Sagra was still mobilizing the fighting spirit. In the blink of an eye, the wings of the fighting spirit and the armor of the fighting spirit appeared. This scene made Dumont, who was standing by the altar, stunned. Dumont, who had lived for less than a hundred years, naturally had never heard of the reputation of Jiuchangsheng, so he didn't understand what capital the human in front of him had to make Sagra view it so formally.

"Chief, are we going to support the high priest?" asked a black-clad orc.

Dumont glanced at the Black Hawk and said, "Now our mission is to help Monk bring Bemon's will into his body as soon as possible. As long as he succeeds, he will help the high priest more than anything else, do you understand?"

"yes."

"Okay, then increase the output of Dou Qi."

"clear."

After saying that, Dumont and the other seven black-clothed orcs surrounding the bloodline altar increased the output of their fighting spirit to the bloodline altar. With their strength, Meng's originally calm expression at the top of the altar gradually became ferocious.

And the phantom of the giant beast that had completely solidified as time passed began to approach Meng's head, and a trace of blood and energy drawn from Meng's body began to be linked to the giant beast.

On the other side.

Looking at the ferocious expression on the altar, Jiu Changsheng couldn't help but smile and asked, "Old Shaman, are you so relieved that those kids under your command are so random? You know, 30% of the blood of the behemoth is rare in hundreds of years."

Sagra looked at the situation on the altar slightly and shook his head, "It's fake to say you don't worry, but this was also forced out by your old friend. Don't talk about me, just talk about you."

"Speak me? What do I have to say?"

"I've been preparing for so long. Should you let me see your golden fighting spirit again?"

Jiu Changsheng smiled and said, "I'm afraid you won't see it."

"Why..." Before that word was spit out of Sagra's mouth, Jiu Changsheng continued: "I have no fighting spirit anymore."

Jiu Changsheng's words surprised Zagra. After a while, Sagra looked at Jiu Changsheng with a serious expression and said, "You have found your way."

"That's right."

"hiss......"

Sagera took a deep breath and said bitterly: "I didn't expect that I thought that with the guidance of the beast god, I would find the way ahead of you. I didn't expect that Jiu Changsheng is worthy of Jiu Changsheng."

"But even so, I still want to ask you for advice today." Sagra changed his voice and said firmly: "For the sake of our clan's great cause, I offended my old friend."

After saying that, Sagra took the lead and a gray fighting spirit shot out from his hands.

Jiu Changsheng smiled slightly, and did not dodge. He only raised his left hand and pointed at the gray Dou Qi. The gray Dou Qi dispersed out of thin air.

Sagra was not surprised. He knew very well that even if Jiu Changsheng was already useless, if he could not even take such a simple test, then he would not have been Jiu Changsheng.

After a test, he found that Jiu Changsheng really lost his Dou Qi as he said. Sagra no longer hesitated. The scepter held in his right hand was infused with the indoctrination of Dou Qi, and the crescent-shaped curved blades condensed by Dou Qi. At the same time, the Dou Qi wings rushed towards Jiu Changsheng and rushed towards Jiu Changsheng.

Seeing this, Jiu Changsheng carried his hands behind his back. His feet lightly moved back quickly, and he said as he moved: "Good Xian'er, it's good to lend me the Yuanming Sword."

Jiuxian'er ignored it and pulled out a soft sword from her waist and threw it towards Jiu Changsheng.

Jiuxian'er's movements naturally saw Sagra, of course he would not just let Jiu Changsheng do what he wanted. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist in the direction of Yuanming's sword, and a fighting spirit surged out, and the flight trajectory of Yuanming's sword immediately deviated.

Jiu Changsheng was not bothered, and he still looked smiling, as if this situation was just as he expected.

Jiu Changsheng's expression made Sagra, who was constantly approaching him, feel cold in his heart. Sure enough, Jiu Changsheng's hands behind him suddenly poked out his move toward Yuan Mingjian, which had already begun to fall towards the ground. Yuan Mingjian was as if he had spirituality and then turned around and flew towards Jiu Changsheng's right hand.

This scene made Sagra's expression stagnate and he couldn't help but say, "What kind of magic are you?"

He held Yuan Mingjian steadily in his hand, and Jiu Changsheng gently stroked Yuan Mingjian's sword body while explaining: "It's just the use of the law, old shaman, don't be so fussy."

"law?"

Sagra looked suspicious. He was already an existence at the mid-level of the Saint level who was about to break through to the high-level of the Saint level, but he had never heard of the laws and could still use them like this. What's more, isn't the power of the laws only exerted under the control of fighting spirit or magic?

Isn’t this wine Changsheng no longer viciously? How can he still use the laws? Is he lying to me? Sargera thought so.

However, Jiu Changsheng had no time to answer these questions in his heart now. With Yuan Mingjian taking over, Jiu Changsheng's momentum also changed.

A fierce and murderous aura emanated from Jiu Changsheng's body. Feeling this aura, Sagra's face became very ugly, and he murmured: "The law of killing! You haven't given up on this path yet."

At this time, Jiu Changsheng's appearance also changed greatly. His white hair turned silver in a blink of an eye, and his face became younger. In a short while, a kind old man with white hair became a young man with long silver hair and handsome eyebrows.

This change was not only shocked by Sagra, but even Jiuxian'er beside her was stunned. She didn't expect that her unreliable grandfather, who had been missing for ten years, would be so handsome when she was young!

"Well, it feels so good to be young. Come on, let's hurry up. I don't have much time and only have one stick of incense." Jiu Changsheng, who was young, said with a smile, but the smile looked like the smile of the big bad wolf when facing Little Red Riding Hood, and Sagra's Buddha was the Little Red Riding Hood.

Gudong.

Sagra swallowed a rare saliva, and a feeling of tension rose from the bottom of his heart. Seeing Jiu Changsheng, he looked like a smile, shook his head hard and calmed his mind, and then said, "The law of killing? The law of time? Old friend, I can't understand you anymore. Which path are you going?"

Jiu Changsheng smiled without saying a word, raised his right hand, and pointed the Yuanming sword forward gently, and a sword intent was released.

Bang bang bang

A burst of explosions.

All the weapons were shattered in the places affected by the sword of Jiuchangsheng, and even the scepter in Sagra's hand returned to its original bare appearance.

"Ha, there is also the law of sword." Sagra's face became even more bitter.

At this time, Jiu Changsheng placed Yuanming's sword sideways around his waist, then waved it casually, and a sword energy similar to Dou Qi Slash instantly slashed towards Sagra.

"Domain·Petrochemical barrier"

Without thinking, Sagra directly released the domain. After entering Sagra's domain, the sword energy was not petrified as Sagra expected. Instead, it accelerated and directly hit the Dou Qi armor on Sagra's body.

Scream

The armor of Dou Qi was directly broken, and it was thanks to this armor of Dou Qi that Sagra had enough reaction time. In this breathing effort, Sagra directly instilled all the Dou Qi into the field.

With the blessing of a lot of Dou Qi, Sagra's domain power increased greatly. Finally, he petrified the sword energy while crushing the Dou Qi armor.

"Hu...Hu...Hu..." Sagra gasped, and sweat dripped from his forehead. In such a short time, he was forced to this point by Jiu Changsheng.

"Wine immortality is worthy of being the immortality of wine." Sagra exclaimed again.

"Of course, the old shaman." Jiu Changsheng, who was young, seemed to be less humble and more arrogant than before. Faced with Sagra's praise, he did not refuse but accepted it with pleasure.

"Since that's the case, some of my trump cards can be used." Sagra's smile flashed and he inserted the scepter into the ground with his right hand. Then he shouted loudly, and blue veins appeared on his face.

"Crazy Art?" Jiu Changsheng said slightly heavier.

“That’s right!”
Chapter completed!