Reg was startled, and turned around in horror, only to see that the old man Sadron had risen directly into the sky, with two demonic wings stretched out on his back, and he was flying towards this side quickly.
Oops, I was discovered.
Lege let out a low cry in his heart and made a quick decision in his heart. He still did not show off his Spirit Fighting Wings and escape. Seeing that the other party was obviously stronger than him, if he wanted to escape, he would never be faster than the other party.
You will definitely be caught up by the opponent, and your own strength will be exposed.
Reg decided to stay.
Reg turned his head, pretending to be confused and looking at Sadron, who was rapidly approaching, thinking about how to deal with what might happen next.
Judging from the color of Sad Dragon Fighting Spirit Wings, he should be a wind magician, but I don’t know how strong he is. If he is at the Zong level, it may be easier to deal with. If he enters the King level, then he can
That would be big trouble.
Sadron quickly came to the top of Reg and landed about ten meters away opposite Reg. His eyes were fixed on Reg, but he was holding a portrait in his hand.
"Senior, you came after me in a hurry, but what's the matter?"
Sadron's originally kind-looking face showed a bit of ferocity. He shook the portrait in his hand into the wind and showed it. His eyes were like a snake staring at Reg: "Are you Regfa?"
Reg was shocked. The portrait actually showed him. Although he looked a little childish, Reg was sure at a glance that it was indeed him.
Several years have passed, and Reg's temperament has completely changed, but his appearance has not changed much. Although his painting skills are a bit poor, and he does not look exactly the same as himself, you can still tell it if you look closely.
Looking at the portrait, Reg knew that he could no longer hide it, so he nodded calmly and said: "Yes, I am Regfa. I don't need to say this. Haven't you already confirmed it?"
Sadron shook the portrait away from his face and sneered: "Good boy, you are so cunning. You actually deceived me, and you almost deceived me. If you didn't think it looked familiar, you took a closer look.
The portrait really allowed you to escape under my nose."
Reg shook his head and asked, "What do you want?"
Sadron snorted coldly: "What, of course I will take you back. Are you a student of Aslang?"
Reg nodded and said: "Yes, he taught me how to learn fighting spirit. Why do you want to deal with him?"
Sadron stared at Reg, with a somewhat strange look in his eyes: "You are practicing the water-based fighting spirit art. I wonder what the name of the fighting spirit art you practice is?"
Reg was secretly shocked when Sadron suddenly asked him about the Dou Qi Jue he was practicing. Could it be that... he also doubted it, or was he sure that the Dou Qi Jue he was practicing was the Water Spirit Jue among the legendary god-level Dou Qi Jue?
Reg recalled that when he first met Lambert, Lambert was stiff and as if he was dead. He was obviously injured by Kazuto. Could it be that he was injured in the hands of someone from the Odin Sword Sect? This fighting spirit technique is also related to the Odin Sword Sect.
Certain relationship?
Reg speculated quickly in his mind, but he answered simply: "I practice the Ice Art."
"Ice Art?" Sadron was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on his face, but then he stared at Reg fiercely and said, "You didn't lie to me?"
Reg shook his head and said: "I don't have to lie to you. I just want to ask, why do you want to deal with Lambert?"
Sadron glanced at Reg up and down, and suddenly laughed and said: "You didn't learn any fighting spirit before you were eighteen years old. You started practicing after you were eighteen years old. Now, in just three or four years, you have reached the level of a mad fighter."
The level is water-type Dou Qi Jue. I am afraid that except for this Dou Qi Jue, which has such a magical effect, other Dou Qi Jue cannot achieve it at all..."
"Hand over your fighting spirit technique and I will let you go."
Of course, Lege couldn't hand it over. Even if he was faking it, he suddenly couldn't hand over a book of water-type Dou Qi Jue called Ice Jue... "The Dou Qi Jue is at Lambert's place. You haven't answered me yet. Why do you want to deal with it?"
Lambert?"
Sadron shook his head and said: "Boy, let me tell you, the fighting qi technique you practiced is probably the legendary god-level fighting qi technique Shui Ling Jue. That old guy was willing to teach you such a fighting qi technique. If you hadn't come back,
We haven't found you yet. It's true that there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell. You just break in and capture you without mercy. Otherwise, you will suffer a lot, but don't blame me."
Reg's heart was filled with shock. It was indeed the Water Spirit Technique!
The Ice Technique I practiced was indeed the God-level Fighting Qi Technique, Water Spirit Technique!
No wonder Lang Bo told himself not to reveal the fighting qi skills he practiced. Even if he started fighting with others, he would be in danger of being exposed. If he was exposed, even the Holy Land and others would try to rob him. It turned out that the fighting qi skills he practiced were truly god-level!
It's just that when Lambert told him the grade of this Dou Qi Art, he didn't say it clearly. I don't know if Lambert really didn't know, or if he deliberately kept it from himself... Sadron had already mentioned this, so of course Reg
I understand that I can't get out of this predicament today just by talking. If I get caught by this guy, I'm afraid I'll be dead.
Reg suddenly thought of a question. This Sadron was obviously ordered to wait for Lambert here. By the way, he had thoroughly investigated his own information and even described his portrait. But how many people knew his details?
?
Reg was a little lucky. After leaving Bali, he had been learning forging behind closed doors in Uncle Tedlin's shop. Later, after meeting Mrs. Rose, he even put on a green bamboo mask and transformed into a green bamboo. Two years later, Qingzhu
His name is well known in mainland China, but probably no one knows that Qingzhu is the same person as the disciple of Lambert who walked out on the desert island.
If he had shown his true face to others, he might have been found a long time ago... Reg was a little scared. Due to some strange combination of circumstances, he had quietly escaped for the past few years, but Reg didn't expect that he would
It was surprising that he and the Holy Land were in a hostile position so quickly.
So far, Reg has come into contact with or heard of the Odin Sword Sect, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the Leiyin Sect that snatched the Holy Level Fighting Qi Technique, and the Hongmeng Sword Sect that participated in the opening of Qingzhu Villa. Ice Bear has had a chance of crossing paths.
Snow Sect... It was precisely because of contact with these holy lands that Lege knew more about the power of these holy lands. Now Lege was standing opposite the holy lands and became an enemy of the Odin Sword Sect. This made Lege feel quite sad for a while.
Depressed.
Reg waved the sword in his hand and said: "I understand, you want to rob me of the fighting spirit technique that I practice, right? I won't let you succeed."
Sadron snorted coldly: "That's not up to you, you're just a mad fighter."
Sadron stretched out his hand, and a wind magic wand appeared in his hand. When he raised his hand, a wind magic shield had completely wrapped him up. With a wave of his hand, a wind blade shot out, cutting off the side.
As the big tree slowly collapsed, Sadron sneered: "Are you planning to face off against a fifth-level demon sect with the strength of a mad fighter?"
A fifth-level demon sect?
However, Lege breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not enter the king level. Lege knew the difference between the Zong level and the King level. The strong men at the Zong level still had the strength to fight, but for the King level, it was really difficult.
The gap is too big.
Reg's current advantage is that the opponent doesn't know his true identity at all, and only thinks that he is a mad fighter. If he uses it correctly, he will be able to inflict heavy damage on the opponent. What's more, there are three space rings in Reg's space ring.
Star Iron Arrow, this is Reg's trump card.
Reg's body shot out like a gust of wind, but he shouted loudly: "Even so, I still have to try!"
There was a bit of a sneer on Sadron's face, and he sent out a huge tornado. This tornado was not as powerful as the death storm, but in Sadron's mind, this tornado was enough to roll Reg into the sky seven times.
He was stunned. This would make it easier for him to catch him alive. After all, if he wanted to get the Dou Qi Jue, he would have to take it out of his mouth.
The huge tornado rolled towards Reg, but Reg dropped the ordinary long sword in his hand in an instant, and the eighth-level magic crystal demon-breaking giant sword suddenly appeared in Reg's hand.
Lege had already entered the clan level at this time. The energy stimulated by the eighth-level magic crystal and Lege's own fighting spirit made the power of this demon-breaking giant sword even more violent.
The Demon-Breaking Giant Sword easily cut through the tornado, and Regal rushed towards the target Sadron with his sword.
To deal with a magician, you must close the distance as much as possible to prevent the opponent from having any chance to breathe.
The pride on Sadron's face suddenly froze, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked in disbelief at Reg who rushed out like a demon.
The cold eyes, the face that was so calm that it was almost indifferent, the huge black magic sword, and the eighth-level magic crystal stung Sadron's eyes. Sadron suddenly let out a strange scream from his mouth, and his body suddenly jumped back.
Float away.
Although Sadron reacted quickly, Reg's huge magic sword had already hit his magic shield head-on.
The magic shield suddenly shattered, and the sword slashed down, passing through Sadron's body, bringing with it a stream of blood beads.
Sadron flew up rapidly. The pain had not yet entered his mind, but his heart was completely filled with fear and shock.
What's going on?
A mad fighter actually possesses a level eight magic crystal weapon!
A mad fighter can actually break through his own magic shield!
Sadron flew off the ground, feeling a little more at ease in his heart. After all, the advantage of a strong Zong-level man is that he can fly. As long as he reaches the sky, the opponent cannot take the opportunity to catch up with him.
Sadron's heart relaxed a little, but when he saw Reg slamming his feet and jumping into the sky following him closely, and a pair of fighting spirit wings suddenly grew out of his back, Sadron suddenly felt sad.
Delong's heart almost stopped beating at this moment!
This kid is actually not a mad fighter, he is also a clan-level powerhouse!