927: C927 Saint Nanyan's Helplessness

C927 Saint Nanyan's Helplessness

"Go back!" Sheng Donglai waved his hand and shook his head helplessly.

Even if he had a heaven-defying Genuine Stage cultivation, he couldn't bear to kill Xu Liusu.

"Lord Priest, you …"

The nearby Saint race experts all stared with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief!

Even the current Xu Liusu was stupefied …

Let him go back? What did that mean?

He wasn't related to this old fellow in any way. Instead of the other party killing him, instead, they released him!

Xu Liusu gripped his spear tightly and looked straight at the white-robed High Priest.

He had a very complicated feeling … It was as if this old man was looking at him, admitting that he was his son!

"Lord Priest? "You …"

Sheng Nanyan, as the right-hand man, knew Sheng Donglai's temper very well. Sheng Donglai's killing move was decisive and his wrist was cold.

However, the scene before him seemed to have completely overturned everything he knew.

Master White-Robed Priest who was beneath him, when did he show such mercy to a junior?

What's more, Xu Liusu was the fifth person on the kill order, he had ruined many good things for the Sacred Family!

While Sheng Nanyan was still feeling curious, he heard Sheng Donglai's orders: "I'm going to break Loongze's blood formation … Gather the remaining nine red robes, and don't let Loongze leave this place alive! "

Saying that, Sheng Donglai continued to instruct: "However, this Xu Liusu has to be captured alive. You guys are only responsible for restraining him, do not hurt him..."

"This …"

Sheng Nanyan and the One Gan Saint Clan expert were stunned and their expressions became awkward.

This brat is a monster … They had a certain level of confidence in killing him together, but even if they captured him alive, wouldn't they be able to harm him?

"What? Are you going to go against me?" Sheng Donglai's low and aged voice sounded.

This made Sheng Nanyan frown. He could only agree to it!

"Attack!"

As Sheng Nanyan gave the order, all of the holy clan priests behind him began to attack Xu Liusu!

"Humph, good luck!"

Xu Liusu let out a cold snort. One man, one spear, he could only fight!

Sheng Nanyan, the three blue-robed Priests, and some of the experts of the holy tribe!

Although the combined cultivation of these people was very strong, it was still very difficult for them to easily kill Xu Liusu.

"Hmph, brat, you better obediently surrender so that you won't suffer the physical pain!"

Sheng Nanyan sneered. He clenched his right hand and held a silver-white staff. There was a sun wheel in front and a crescent moon behind!

Holy Staff of Sun and Moon!

With a sudden wave of his hand, a staff shadow suddenly shot out from the staff and charged straight at Xu Liusu.0

At the same time, Sheng Nanyan's aura also gradually rose. The violent force shattered the purple bamboo surrounding him!

"I advise you to stop resisting …" The more you resist, the more intense the pain you will have to endure! "

Sheng Nanyan's gloomy voice sounded and he was expressionless.

"Hur hur, really?"

However, Xu Liusu sneered. Seeing the golden staff coming at him, his face showed no fear!

He was not afraid of any enemy.

Moreover, the two of them were enemies to begin with!

Thus, only his fighting spirit rose to the sky, and his blood boiled!

Xu Liusu held onto his spear and stabbed forward. As the tip of the spear spun, a huge dragon condensed itself into a bloody beam of light. Suddenly, the dragon charged into the staff shadow!

With an explosive boom, the staff shadows' attack power immediately dispersed, shattering into nothingness!

"Oh?" Xu Liusu was stunned. So weak?

In the end, Sheng Nanyan was a right-robed priest, so how could Sheng Donglai's right-hand man be so weak?

But that was the truth.

The flood dragon shattered the golden light to maintain its powerful strength and instantly wrapped around Sheng Nanyan.

"Damn it!" "If it wasn't for Chief Sacrifice Siming Ling not harming this little bastard, how could it be?!"

Sheng Nanyan was left with only endless grievance!

He wanted to capture him alive, but he couldn't hurt a single hair on his head!

This kind of battle, what the f * ck was there to fight about!

pqdm.com