The Holy Master did not expect that he would almost suffer at the hands of a weak child.
Although Yang An should be considered a teenager to be precise.
But compared to the Holy Lord who has existed since the birth of the world.
One year or ten years is just a snap of the fingers.
"Boom——!"
Dad, Jackie Chan, Xiaoyu and Sheriff Black all looked at the sky in shock.
Yang An held the divine sword in his hand and knocked the Holy Lord from the air with one sword, slamming him down onto the street.
A ray of light bloomed from the sword in Yang An's hand.
This dragon-slaying sword, which had been silent for countless years and seemed to have long since erased its magical power due to time, burst into light again!
"This is impossible. You are a descendant of darkness. You should belong to my chaotic camp. How can you use the weapons of those gods?"
This sword obviously caused a great loss to the Holy Master who was caught off guard.
Visible to the naked eye, one of the dragon horns growing on his head was cut off in half, and light golden blood flowed out. However, the Holy Master ignored it and roared in embarrassment and anger.
In these thousands of years, nothing has ever happened that made the Holy Lord so surprised.
Among humans who can use artifacts, except for those powerful archmages who can use them in front of them, there are only righteous darlings launched by humans.
Saint Seiya!
Only then can you freely use the artifacts left behind by the eight immortal gods.
he!
A dependent of the dark and chaotic camp.
Why? !
In the sky, Yang An calmly glanced at the Holy Lord and replied, "Although I am in darkness, I have always longed for the light!"
"Not all is chaos and evil in the darkness, and not all those who walk in the light are good people of order and justice."
"I am different from you!"
"Okay!" After hearing these words, the eyes of the father below shone with light. Unfortunately, he still had to recite the incantation, so he could only admire it secretly in his heart.
On the other hand, Jackie Chan on the side agreed very much with Yang An's words.
And in the air.
Yang An has unprecedentedly opened up the dual talents of righteousness and blackness.
The left side of his face is resolute, the right side is peaceful, and he holds a sharp sword aimed at the Holy Lord below.
"Black and white, yin and yang, have existed since the birth of the world and should not be distinguished by simple good and evil."
"And you, a demon who only loves chaos, killing, and war, are the villains who should be completely suppressed!"
Unfortunately, these words are unlikely to be recognized by the Holy Lord.
He slowly stood up from the big hole in the ground, the scarlet in his eyes becoming more and more dazzling, "Boy, you remind me of those sanctimonious gods. You disgust me!"
"Besides. Hahaha." The Holy Lord laughed wildly, his aura rising higher and higher, and a flaming throne formed behind him.
"The black energy itself belongs to chaos. If you abandon your own camp and join the embrace of order, the black energy will no longer favor you."
"You are about to die!"
For the Holy Lord, today should have been the day of His resurrection and resurrection.
But they were challenged one after another by the once weak humans.
The Holy Lord's anger has already reached its peak.
He is God! The great immortal demon!
Coexisting with heaven and earth, living with the sun and moon, how can a group of ants challenge majesty.
The Holy Lord also has his own pride.
The Holy Lord spoke sternly and coldly.
"I won't kill you, I will only capture you and use you to threaten that old thing."
"Do you think that old guy will stop the magic circle?"
"Will the light you long for come to save you?!"
The Holy Lord stood up, stepped into the void step by step, and walked towards Yang An floating in the air.
The huge body is full of intimidation.
His ferocious face was filled with sarcasm, and he roared.
"They will only watch you die, and the most euphemistically called it: sacrifice!"
"Are you ready to be abandoned by the order you long for?"
Hearing this, a slight smile appeared on Yang An's young and handsome face.
He lowered his head.
Below are Jackie Chan with an eager look on his face, Xiaoyu who is yelling at him to run quickly, and his father who is already struggling with his face and is accelerating to activate the talisman.
Yang An turned his face and raised his sharp sword at the Holy Lord who was pressing closer.
"I will not be caught by you, and you will definitely be sealed today!"
"In addition, I have not abandoned darkness. After darkness, there must be light, and after light, there must be night. There is no conflict between the two!"
"Hmph, sharp teeth and sharp mouth."
The Holy Lord said coldly, suddenly accelerated and opened his sharp claws to grab Yang An.
The terrifying dragon claws flashed with cold light and continued to enlarge.
"Hmph, the so-called devil is a sneak attack?"
Yang An reacted equally quickly. While mocking, he clenched his sword and dodged again and rushed towards the Holy Lord.
"Bang——!"
The two figures intertwined.
But at the same time as it flashed, a dazzling white light also spread from the sword in Yang An's hand to the Holy Lord's hand.
"Boom!"
Although the Holy Lord is the master of flames, he controls the original fire of all things in the world.
But the Holy Flame does not originate from this world.
Use the holy flame to fight against the demonic flame of the Holy Lord.
The moment it came into contact with the Holy Master's palm, the Holy Flame ignited.
The Holy Lord didn't take it seriously at first, but when he realized that he couldn't get rid of the white flame, his face suddenly darkened.
"What is this?!"
The Holy Master noticed that this strange white flame was devouring the magic power in his body, and it was burning more and more.
There was no answer to the Holy Lord.
Yang An felt inexplicably that the sword left by the immortal god in his hand seemed to be used more and more smoothly, and all kinds of sword skills poured out of his mind like a master without a teacher.
He dodged in the air again and rushed towards the Holy Lord.
"Shua——!"
This time, Yang An was faster.
Another thing that no one can see is still happening.
Above the head, the dark clouds entangled with righteousness all noticed Yang An below.
Zhengqi fully recognized Yang An's speech just now.
Even the black energy did not reduce its favor for Yang An as the Holy Lord said, but after a slight hesitation.
He pulled out some of the favor from the Holy Lord, and competed with the righteousness to pour it into Yang An's body.
This scene is extremely rare.
The black energy and the righteousness started to favor one person at the same time.
Because of this, instead of being suppressed, Yang An's strength was improved even more. Although it was only temporary, it also gave him the strength to fight with the Holy Lord.
Be aware of this.
Yang An also became more and more courageous as he fought.
He accelerated several times in an instant, and when he came to the Holy Lord, he turned around, and the strong wind whipped up by the speed made an explosive sound.
Roundhouse kick!
Before the Holy Lord could react, Yang An's right foot had already rotated 360 degrees and slapped the Holy Lord hard on the face.
"Boom!!!"
Thousands of tons of violent force poured out from Yang An's legs and exploded on the Holy Lord's old face. The Holy Lord was caught off guard and was not prepared, nor did he expect that Yang An would dare to directly kick him with a roundhouse kick.
It was directly blown away by the huge force.
It rolled and hit the building next to it. With a bang, the entire building collapsed completely, and a large amount of rubble flew around.
"Ahem!"
The Holy Lord was confused and stood up from the wreckage, not understanding what happened.
Why does a mere boy have such powerful strength and speed? Why can't he control these burning flames?
Him! But the fire demon who controls flames.
This is so unreasonable.
Soon, the Holy Master realized the reason.
The favor of the black energy in his body was actually decreasing, and he was swallowed up by the young man in front of him.
"How is it possible? The power of black energy belongs to me!"
The Holy Lord's angry roar and panicked roar echoed throughout the city, and he realized that he seemed to be abandoned by the black energy.
This is something that the Holy Lord absolutely cannot bear. If the black energy no longer favors him, then he will probably repeat the same mistakes he made thousands of years ago.
The Holy Lord felt fear, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he actually planned to turn around and escape.
However, how could Yang An watch the Holy Lord slip away? All his efforts were just to wait for this moment.
Delay until dad completes the sealing circle!
"Holy Lord, aren't you trying to catch me? Where are you going?"
Hearing a calm voice coming from behind.
The Holy Lord looked gloomy and continued to fly towards the outside of the city at high speed without looking back.
At the same time, the Holy Lord's demonic body burst out with endless flames, covering an extremely wide area. The flames turned into a wall of fire that covered the sky and sun, blocking the middle between him and Yang An.
Soon, a lifelike, ferocious and terrifying red dragon gathered and grabbed Yang An.
Yang An's eyes moved, and instead of confronting the charging fire dragon, he teleported directly to catch up with the Holy Master again.
Stand in front of the Holy Lord!
Looking at the Holy Master with eagerness on his face.
"I said, today must be the day you are sealed forever!"
"Stay!"
"Get away from me." The Holy Lord understood how troublesome Yang An was. He was feeling a little annoyed now. He should have left just now if he had known this was the case.
In the end, he tried to catch Yang An and threaten the old guy, but he failed.
Now, a faint fear emerged in the Holy Master's heart. He opened his mouth without hesitation and spit out another pillar of fire towards Yang An.
But Yang An's long sword raised high was split open with one strike!
"I remember you, boy! I remember you!!!"
Seeing that his attack was blocked again, the Holy Master realized that the sword of the immortal god was helping him. He also realized that the black energy and righteous energy in Yang An were intertwined, and they worked together to help this human being.
His eyes were scarlet and filled with resentment, staring at Yang An like a poisonous snake.
Yang An pouted, do you remember me? It doesn't matter, we will meet again soon!
Yang An stretched out his hand and shook it at the Holy Lord.
"Sayunara~"
In the distance, a green beam of light was crossing half of the city, shooting towards this side, locking the Holy Lord with a powerful momentum.
final.
Under the helpless struggle of the Holy Lord, he crashed into the Holy Lord.
The next moment, I could vaguely see a rune mark emerging from the Holy Lord's body, echoing the green magic light beam and the sword in Yang An's hand.
The Holy Lord's body began to twist, and his terrifying aura was completely suppressed.
"No no."
Accompanied by the increasingly ethereal and unwilling voice of the Holy Lord.
A coiled dragon sculpture appeared in the air again and fell rapidly downwards.
Yang An lowered his head and glanced at the direction in which the Holy Lord sculpture fell.
A feeling of relief welled up in my heart.
Then he ignored the sculpture of the Holy Lord and flew all the way back to the street where Dad and the others were.
It turned into a stream of light from the sky and landed on the ground.
On the street, the three fathers were looking forward to it.
"Bang!"
As Yang An landed lightly on the ground, he gave his father a small fist.
"Teacher, fortunately, I am back!"
Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, a bit of joy flashed under his glasses, "Okay, okay, not bad!"
Xiaoyu on the side couldn't hold it any longer and rushed over quickly.
"Yang An, you looked so cool just now! How did you do that?!"
Hearing this, Jackie Chan, who was smiling silently on the side, also had a flash of curiosity in his eyes and looked towards Yang An.
Obviously he also wanted to know how a weak young man suddenly had the strength to fight a terrifying demon.
Yang An had already made an excuse for this.
"I don't know, maybe it's the power given to me by the gods."
With that said, Yang An showed off the long sword in his hand. This sword was given to him by Yang An using his incarnation.
Originally I just wanted to find an excuse for my final battle.
Unexpectedly, Yang An had a flash of inspiration and activated the talent of black energy and righteous energy at the same time, actually activating this magical weapon that had been dormant for thousands of years.
"Besides." Yang An scratched his head and smiled honestly, "I wonder if it's my illusion, but there is an invisible force that has been helping me and protecting me."
"It's the power of righteousness." At this time, the father suddenly spoke and affirmed.
With some emotion in his eyes, the father took a deep look at Yang An, "'Although I reach out to the darkness, my heart still longs for the light.' It is Xiao An's perseverance and thoughts, and the ubiquitous righteousness that helps him."
Although Jackie Chan didn't understand, after witnessing today's scene, he didn't question that his father was talking nonsense. He shrugged and said, "Well, actually sometimes, I also feel that I have been favored by righteousness, but it may be that the potential in my body has been stimulated. "
Jackie Chan still remembers that Yang An is the Son of Darkness and also has powerful magic talents. In his opinion, Yang An's magic talents should be activated and help him fight against the Holy Lord.
Jackie Chan stepped forward, patted Yang An on the shoulder, and nodded to him in a very pleased and friendly manner, "Well done, Xiao An."
A heavy pat on the shoulder.
It is the best way to express recognition between men.
Yang An smiled and said nothing. It was almost time for his incarnation to take away the sculpture of the Holy Lord. He blinked and asked, "Where are those people from the Magic Brotherhood, dad?"
"Them?" Dad frowned. Although the Magic Brotherhood, an organization from the dark camp, helped them seal the Holy Lord, Dad still didn't trust these people.
I think they have another purpose.
"They left just now." Dad turned back lightly and looked at the empty street behind him. "Dad is not a policeman, so he definitely can't keep them here."
Just as he was talking, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed into Dad's mind.
He spoke for a while.
"Not good!!! The sculpture of the Holy Lord!"
Dad's eyes widened and he looked a little more anxious.
Although the Holy Lord was sealed, he still turned into a sculpture, with his own will, the original fire energy supplemented by black energy, and most of the unused power.
If the people of the Magic Brotherhood aim to obtain the power of the Holy Lord, then they will definitely focus on the sculpture of the Holy Lord!
"Jackie Chan, inform Chief Blake to protect the statue of the Holy Lord quickly."
Dad immediately turned around and said to Jackie Chan.
But just as he was speaking, a faint voice interrupted him.
"I think you don't need to bother."
(End of chapter)