The second person who traveled through time and space and became a pig

"Why don't you run? Go ahead and run, you..."

The high priest was seen stopping.

The second priest smiled. Although the punch just now did not directly defeat the high priest, he knew that he had injured the high priest.

The outcome of the battle between a wounded man and a nearly fully-fledged warrior of the same level is obviously more favorable to the Second Priest.

"If I don't run, I'm afraid you can't beat me."

The high priest was originally the second-in-command of the Holy Empire, and he certainly would not tolerate the ridicule of his enemies.

"You are still so arrogant, just like that barbaric pig-headed man. You are indeed a powerful person."

The second priest sarcastically said again, and the pink light that hit the second priest's defense shield was gradually consumed.

The second priest watched the pink light dissipate, his face full of mockery.

"You are just that capable, yet you still dare to be so stubborn."

After saying that, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and a thick black lightning bolt struck the high priest.

The high priest snorted coldly, and drew a mysterious rune with his hands in front of him. A layer of crystal shield instantly appeared, blocking the lightning.

Lightning kept jumping on the shield, but it could not break through. At the same time, the high priest flashed and instantly appeared behind the second priest. A pink long sword condensed in his hand and stabbed fiercely.

The second priest reacted very quickly, his body suddenly turned sideways, and the long sword brushed past his shoulder and cut his clothes.

The second priest's eyes were wide open with anger, he turned around and slapped the high priest, but the high priest dodged sideways and kicked the second priest's knee.

The second priest thought he could gain the upper hand with his own strength, but he didn't expect that the high priest was not an easy opponent.

At this moment, the second priest was careless and was found by the high priest. The magic power from his feet hit the vital parts of his body.

The second priest was in great pain, the piercing pain made his body shake slightly involuntarily.

This flash, in this ever-changing battle, can be said to have revealed a huge flaw. The high priest was so sharp that he would not miss this great opportunity. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in a low voice, instantly increasing his offensive.

The pink lightsaber in his hand seemed to have life. As he swung it, the sword flickered like a ghostly phantom.

These sword shadows swept towards the second priest at an extremely fast speed, and each sword shadow contained powerful power.

The second priest only felt the interweaving of light and shadow in front of his eyes, and the pink sword shadows were attacking from all directions. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and his body began to be overwhelmed.

His steps began to become a little unsteady, and his hands were waving the weapons in his hands frantically, trying to resist the attacks that were coming like a tide.

In fact, just through these few brief contacts, the second priest has deeply realized that the high priest in front of him is not a soft persimmon at all.

Before this, the Second Priest had successfully ambushed the high priest once. At that time, he was secretly proud of himself, thinking that he could easily defeat the high priest.

But now thinking back, the sneak attack was able to succeed only because several other priests distracted the high priest's attention.

If there were no other priests to help, the high priest would be fully focused on dealing with him, and it would be extremely difficult for him to launch a successful sneak attack. The high priest's strength was much stronger than he had imagined.

At this time, the pink lightsaber in the high priest's hand became more and more dazzling, like a nimble dragon, constantly shuttling through the air.

With a slight shake of the high priest's wrist, the lightsaber shot out pink rays of light.

These pink lights were extremely dazzling, like a meteor across the night sky, with a sharp whistling sound, shooting towards the second priest at a high speed.

Each ray of pink light contains powerful energy, as if it can penetrate all obstacles.

The second priest was shocked when he saw the pink light coming towards him, and of course he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

He was seen holding the weapon tightly in both hands, muttering something, and a thick black gas gushed out from his palms.

The black air was like a surging tide, carrying an evil aura, and swept directly towards the pink light.

In an instant, all the pink light released by the high priests was enveloped by a black light shield.

Looking closely, bumps appeared on the black light, which were obviously caused by the pink light hitting it.

The pink light continuously impacted the black light, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the two forces were engaged in a fierce contest.

Under the impact of the pink light, the black light shield kept shaking and trembling, and it seemed that it could be broken at any time.

The second priest gritted his teeth, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He tried his best to maintain the stability of the black light and tried to resist the attack of the high priest.

When the high priest saw that his attack was temporarily blocked by the second priest, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He clenched the sword in his hand again, ready to launch a new round of offensive.

At this critical moment when the situation was tense and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it, the high priest's eyes became stern and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, muttered something, and then his right hand suddenly reached for the space ring on his left ring finger that was emitting a mysterious luster. With a slight "buzzing" sound, a magic weapon was summoned out of the space ring by the high priest.

Looking closely, the magic weapon summoned by the high priest was square and shaped like a box. The surface of the box was engraved with exquisite patterns, which seemed alive, flashing with strange light and seemed to hide endless mysteries.

The high priest held the magic weapon tightly, raised it high above his head, and shouted:

"Rise!" Then he threw the magic weapon into the air. The moment the magic weapon left his hand, something magical happened. The originally square box-shaped magic weapon began to rapidly change shape, and in the blink of an eye it became a two-meter-long and two-meter-wide silver square bowl without a lid. The silver square bowl exuded a cold luster, and the bowl wall was engraved with dense runes, each of which flashed a faint light, as if telling an ancient story.

After spinning in the air for a few times, the square bowl stopped steadily, then slowly turned upside down, with the mouth of the bowl facing downward. Then, a soft but powerful pink light was released from the square bowl.

This pink light spread out in all directions like a tide at an extremely fast speed. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be solidified.

When the pink light enveloped the Second Priest, he felt a huge pressure coming at him. The pressure was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on him. He felt as if he was bearing hundreds of times the gravity, and every inch of his muscle was trembling in pain.

His originally agile movements suddenly became slow, like walking in sticky syrup. He wanted to speed up and get rid of the shackles of this pressure, but no matter how hard he tried, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and every step he took was extremely difficult.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, wetting his collar, and his face was filled with pain and unwillingness.