This was the first time Huie Xie saw Chen Yuan. The silhouette of the lake appeared, shaking the mud and green grass on the other side, and he tightened his grip on the long stick in his hand.
Hu Duyan, who was riding on horseback, and the several deer-headed priests and gray sheep priests who followed them all dismounted, holding short staffs and animal bones, and lined up in front of the chariot as if they were faced with a formidable enemy.
What the other party said just now: "Call me daddy" was really too arrogant. Without the high priest's command, more than a dozen deer-headed and gray-sheep priests cast spells one after another, borrowing the spells of earth spirits and wind spirits to fight against him.
The strong wind lifted up the mud lumps rising from the ground, covering the figure over there like a knife blade. The old cow gnawing on the grass looked up and continued to eat without paying any attention. Obviously, he was not worried that these little spells could
Injury to the owner's family.
Hu Duyan's heart was beating fast. The scene he had imagined for five years finally became a reality. He also raised his staff and recited a spell towards the opposite side. But before he was halfway through, the strong wind enveloped him and the earth was like
With the sound of 'Peng', they fell one after another, and the howling wind stopped abruptly in an instant.
Hu Duyan, who was still looking forward to it, and High Priest Huixie, who was observing each other's movements, both had expressions on their faces.
Surrounded by the numerous gazes of the Yue Jie soldiers in the rear, the figure with his back to them slowly turned around, and he could vaguely see what the floating figure behind him looked like, and there was a sudden intake of breath.
Chen Yuan's voice came over at this time.
"How does it feel when your own people are massacred? You understand how I felt at that time."
The messy mud under his feet was swirling and being blown in all directions. Chen Yuan slowly opened his mouth, and his smile became wider. He raised his arm and grabbed the air with one palm, and a long golden stick appeared, bang.
Hold it in his hand and slap it on the ground.
boom!
Spider patterns spread rapidly, a circle of dust spread out in a circle, and Chen Yuan's voice, a deep and rough voice suddenly mixed together and sounded.
"I (I) give you a chance to escape... Hehe, run away quickly, the farther away the better... It's best to pray to your White Wolf God, and then..."
The phantom behind Chen Yuan also opened its fangs and roared: "... we will beat them to death together!"
The sound spread, and in the weak morning light, the wind suddenly became stronger, and Yue Jieren's large banner fell down in the hands of the soldiers. Hudu Yan also chanted a spell in his mouth, and while casting a spell to try to block the wind, Hui
Xie suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed it and exhaled the poison.
"return."
The next moment his voice came out.
Chen Yuan violently waved his arms, and the long stick roared when the wind gradually rose, and instantly turned into an iron rod more than ten feet long, stirring up "rumbling" wind and thunder, raising smoke, and electric snakes dancing crazily, Yue Jiejun
The several deer heads in front of the formation were thrown into the sky by the Gray Sheep Priest in an instant, crashing into the cavalry behind them.
One person's body slammed into the horse's body, and amid the screams of the horse, he rolled into a ball with the knight and mount above him, and their flesh and blood were connected together; the second person wiped the canopy and screamed, poking at the array of spears.
The head, chest, and thighs were hung on it; the other four gray sheep, and a deer-headed priest fell solidly to the ground. Three of them had a slightly higher level of cultivation, vomited a mouthful of blood, and stood up unsteadily.
Hu Duyan looked back at this tragic scene, with cold sweat all over his face. If the high priest hadn't suddenly grabbed him to avoid danger, he might not have been able to withstand the blow just now, and it was just a blow from the air.
The power of sweeping.
If he was hit hard...he didn't dare think about the consequences.
"High Priest...this man's cultivation level is much higher than five years ago."
"It's not just much higher."
There were beads of sweat rolling down Huie Xie's forehead. He had advanced cultivation and could see things more clearly than Hu Duyan and other priests. While the phantom had an immortal aura, it was also a violent demon.
But how could he show cowardice in front of everyone? No matter how powerful the person opposite him was, Huixie would still give it a try. When he thought about it, he turned his head and spoke softly to Hu Duyan who was riding a horse outside the car.
"The warriors on the grassland are never afraid of death and challenges. You go and test the god he invited. I think this person's cultivation is incapable of controlling such a strong god. You just need to delay. If you can't delay me, I will come again."
"
Hu Duyan opened his eyes wide, looked at the high priest in front of him, then looked at Chen Yuan who was walking over there holding a long stick, and gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, high priest."
Immediately, he stepped forward and with his magic power, there was an eagle cry.
In front of the diffuse dust, a long stick was dragged on the ground, making a deep friction sound. Chen Yuan walked over step by step with a smile still on his lips.
As he stepped forward, he kicked a stone off the ground and hit Hudu Yan who was coming towards him. He was blocked by the opponent's power at a distance of three to five steps. While creating a circle of ripples, the huge force pushed the person behind him.
He staggered back a few steps in shock.
In the bottom of his eyes, Chen Yuan's kicking steps over there landed heavily on the ground. His shoes suddenly turned into cloud-walking boots with golden patterns outlining the cirrus clouds. His blue robe also turned into chain-linked gold armor in an instant, and the purple-gold seven-star crown was in his eyes.
The moment he was swayed by the wind, his entire body rushed out in a straight line, and he swung the stick and hit it.
A large round rod emerged with great force, and was bent in the wind. Huduyan's eyes quickly enlarged. He shouted "Ah!" and was so frightened that he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
, revealing the high priest behind him.
"Hu Duyan!" Huixie looked at the long stick that was swung horizontally. He cursed. His tall body stood like an iron tower on the side of the carriage. His arms were thrust forward fiercely. At the moment of contact, a wave of air flowed out.
It exploded like thunder, causing the cavalrymen all around to flip over.
The frame of the carriage was shattered and disintegrated, the horse's flesh and blood were torn apart, and it soared into the sky.
Then, there were countless miserable screams, and the golden iron rod swung horizontally grew to twenty rods and seven feet wide, like a rolling pin rolling back and forth in the crowd. Human and horse bodies rushed to both sides, unable to escape in time.
, was crushed down instantly, and the screams disappeared immediately, leaving only streams of blood flowing out from the gaps.
For a time, blood, flesh and blood, a thin layer stuck to the ground.
The team at the back was not affected, and they only saw a hellish scene with the end of the long stick almost touching a few steps away. The Yuejie barbarians behind were so frightened that their crotches were wet, and they ran away on horseback screaming, even their weapons were missing.
No, for fear that if you run slowly you will be crushed to death under the iron rod.
The three living priests in front, as well as Hu Duyan, avoided it in time and stood a little further away. They held their breaths and trembled as they watched this scene.
In their sight, the figure of the high priest appeared after the dust settled. He was still standing behind the team with his arms crossed. The ravine drawn by his two feet on the ground was obviously reached by the stick just now.
His whole body was filled with white steam, and his crossed arms were as red as a soldering iron.