Chapter 543 A Saint and a Cabbage Are Equivalent 3
Chapter 543: Saints and cabbages are equivalent (3)
After the smoke and dust dispersed, Heijiu's body was covered with scars, but they were only superficial injuries. The internal injuries were not as severe as everyone imagined. This Heijiu's combat power was definitely a level higher than that of Heijiu.
Hei Jiu secretly took a breath. If he hadn't turned on the source magnetic field in time, he would not be dead at this moment.
The black mist rolled around his body, repairing the injuries as quickly as possible, and said: "Who else dares to fight!" If he did not stay in the light shield for a certain period of time, the default would be to continue fighting. Heijiu really wanted to delay the recovery from the trauma, but the Chaos clan was still
Those who have brains just like to use force to speak. If force can be used, use force.
"Haha, just let me go through a few moves with you." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a blood-robed suit, but he had a lot of background.
One of the old quasi-sages in the prehistoric times, a figure in the Zixiao Palace listening period, the ancestor of Styx, can be said to be one of the most powerful men under the saints. If Yeyue thinks that under the power of the seventeenth level, there are only a few who can match her own.
Among the strong men who have fought for several rounds is the Styx Ancestor.
The blood sea never dries up, and the Styx River never dies. This is also the golden sign of Styx Ancestor. Even if something unexpected happens, you don’t have to worry too much (Styx: What are these words******).
Pull back the camera.
Styx looked at Hei Jiu and sneered. A big blood-red hand suddenly appeared in the void and smacked Hei Jiu straight away.
A cold light flashed in Heijiu's eyes, and a blade shot out, splitting the bloody hand apart. The blade turned and slashed away horizontally. This blade carried infinite power!
"Well done." Ancestor Minghe secretly praised, and with his hand, blood mist emitted, blocking the sword.
Hei Jiu twisted his body, and the sword's power changed again, slashing towards Styx's head.
Ancestor Styx smiled strangely, "Hehe", thick blood mist emitted from his hand, and endless bloody energy emitted. He held the knife, raised his left hand, and a streak of blood rushed out.
Heijiu's body tilted, and his shoulder was penetrated directly, and blood spurted out. Fortunately, if Heijiu hadn't been able to dodge quickly, it would have been his head and soul that were penetrated.
The blood light returned to the hands of Ancestor Styx, "How about it, ancestor, how is the power of my blood wheel!" Styx smiled strangely.
The Blood Wheel is the unique magic weapon of the Styx Ancestor. It is made from the water of the Blood Sea and ten thousand years of black iron. It gathers endless violent energy and its power can be ranked among the top innate spiritual treasures.
But Hei Jiu's next stab made Ancestor Minghe look solemn, and he raised all his magic power to meet it.
The intense sense of oppression caused the ancestor of Styx to increase his magic power to the limit, and he also carried all the power of the law with him.
A life and death confrontation!
Minghe was surprised that Heijiu could issue such a sword. This was not an attack that a quasi-sage powerhouse could issue.
Heijiu burned his soul, activated all the life essence and mana, and struck out the most pinnacle sword in his life.
All the soul power, life force, and life-long mana of a being with the ultimate cultivation level of the seventeenth heaven are gathered on this sword. This sword is enough to kill an eighteenth heaven saint. This sword also represents the black
Jiu's life is coming to an end, and even the saints of heaven cannot save Hei Jiu because all of Hei Jiu's life has been extinguished.
Ancestor Styx also used his lifelong magic power, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the blood wheel. With the power of magic power and laws, the blood wheel emitted a dazzling red light. At this moment, the blood wheel is not inferior to the best artifact in terms of power.
How much, even if Patriarch Ming He spent his whole life using his magic power, one blow would be enough to beat an eighteenth-level saint to half a pulp.
Styx felt a sense of danger that he had not experienced in many years, and his bottleneck was actually slightly loosened!
Both sides launched a peak blow.
Two surging energies collided together, with a loud "crash", and the large hole in the mask was already five thousand feet deep. From the first battle to this, it was just the aftermath of the battle.
A huge pit more than 10,000 meters deep!
Without this mask, thousands of miles around would have turned into a basin.
Ancestor Styx stepped out of the light shield, his body shook slightly, his face was pale, and with one blow, most of his mana was lost, and his cultivation fell to the fourteenth level.
However, Patriarch Styx laughed heartily, and there was endless joy in his laughter.
Only the most powerful quasi-saints and above were present, and they understood what was happening. Apart from ***, what else could make Patriarch Styx so happy? It would take tens of thousands of years for the mana to be restored. However, with this kind of opportunity,
It is something that may not be possible even in hundreds of thousands of years and millions of years.
Ancestor Styx had a mysterious aura faintly on his body. More than a hundred strong men in the coalition army looked at Styx with naked envy in their eyes. If they could get such an opportunity by losing 60% of their power,
, there is absolutely no hesitation at the top of the field.
"Fellow Taoists, Ming He has been severely injured and cannot be of any help here. I bid you farewell and will come to help when a breakthrough is achieved."
"******"
After a few divine thoughts came, Styx's eyes lit up, his lips moved a few times, and then disappeared.
"Black Four invites you to fight!"
With monstrous murderous intent, huge power, and tyrannical oppression, Hei Si stood in the pit, exuding a heart-stopping momentum. It can be said that it is the strongest limit that the existence of the seventeenth heaven can reach according to the law!
The peak quasi-sages present all showed strong fighting spirit. Even the Tathagata Emperor and other new saints were faintly aroused with a desire to fight. The opponent's fighting power was very strong!
"Let me fight!" the God of Light said firmly.
There is light in the heart, and even the darkest place will be illuminated. The God of Light stepped into the light shield, shook his shoulders slightly, and looked at the terrifying oppression filled in the light shield as if it were nothing, "Please take action."
The God of Light smiled, and his posture was very casual, but there was no flaw, it was perfect. It was obviously a posture that should be full of flaws. After sensing it, no matter how his divine mind scanned it, it was like the strongest defense. Even Yeyue's eyesight,
I can't find any weak spots.
The supreme road is natural, and it is up to me to follow it in the nine heavens and ten earths!
Unexpectedly, the God of Light also understood this kind of artistic conception. Ye Yue estimated that even at the peak of his quasi-sage cultivation, he was not sure of defeating the God of Light. The strength of this God of Light was probably even higher than that of Ye Yun.
!
In this battle, the God of Light will win! Yeyue made this decision.
Hei Si slowly pulled out the Hunyuan Blade. In the hearts of Chaos warriors, they would never underestimate their opponents.
The God of Light is still smiling, his hands seem to be hanging down weakly, and his body is loose.
A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and Hei Si flew towards him. The Hunyuan Blade slashed down with unparalleled sword power, showing overwhelming domineering force!
At this moment, the God of Light also burst out with unparalleled aura, and a storm of incomparable momentum exploded. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of the God of Light's mouth, and a lightsaber in his hand stabbed out silently.
There is no sword power, no sword intent, only the sword and the sword energy. How many of the Quasi-Sages can stop that sword and that sword energy!
Hundreds of rounds of fighting took place in the blink of an eye, white and black filled the entire mask, and the battle was extremely intense from the beginning.
The three Catherines are a bit confused. After all, their strength has improved too fast, and their combat awareness cannot keep up with this level.