Stunning beauty

"Yan Xiaoyu!"

On the battlefield, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

Li Ziye rushed forward without hesitation and grabbed the sword.

Yan Xiaoyu watched the strange young man rushing forward, pouring his true energy into the Judgment Sword, and greeted him head-on.

"boom!"

The Holy Sword of Judgment and the refined steel fan collided with each other, and the violent impact erupted, and the battle broke apart.

Within ten steps, the two looked at each other with different colors.

Yan Xiaoyu didn't recognize who the person in front of her was, but she could feel the strength of the person in front of her, perhaps not weaker than him.

Li Ziye, on the other hand, wanted to kill him the first time he saw the Son of Light.

"Son of God."

Outside the battle situation, Mu Shouzhi looted, stopped, looked at the person in front of him, and frowned, "Why did you appear here?"

"After leaving the customs, I heard that the war between the temple and the merchants has begun, so I came here."

Yan Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Commander, leave this person to me, and you go to deal with the Rakshasa King of the Great Merchant."

After finishing speaking, Yan Xiaoyu threw the Holy Judgment Sword in his hand and returned it to the commander in front of him.

Mu Shouzhi took the holy sword, nodded and said, "Alright, Son of God, be careful, this man is very difficult to deal with."

"Don't worry, Commander."

Yan Xiaoyu nodded and said, "I will not underestimate the enemy."

"Ah."

Mu Shouzhi responded, and immediately walked away.

Li Ziye didn't chase after him either. He fixed his eyes on the Guangming God in front of him and asked, "Can we start?"

"can."

Yan Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Please!"

"Please!"

Li Ziye responded politely, before the words fell, the figure rushed forward.

The fine steel fan is like a sharp sword, and it moves to greet Yan Xiaoyu's vitals.

Yan Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes slightly, surrounded by light and divine power, and received the trick forcefully.

In close proximity, in the blink of an eye, several moves confront each other.

Not far away, Mu Shouzhi held the holy sword of judgment, and wanted to take the opportunity to deal with the Raksha King of the Great Merchant.

Unexpectedly.

Just as Mu Shouzhi was about to make a move, a stream of light pierced through the sky, fanning the bone-like sword all over the sky, with an extremely sharp edge.

As a last resort, Mu Shouzhi immediately swung his sword to block the attack.

"boom!"

Amidst the violent impact, a figure in Tsing Yi flitted past, retracted the fine steel fan, and said with a smile, "Suddenly remembered, the battle between me and the Grand Commander is not over yet."

Behind, Yan Xiaoyu skimmed over, frowning slightly.

This man's speed is amazing.

"Mr. Sanyu, are you in trouble?"

At this time, Tao Yaoyao also walked over and asked.

"Trouble is not counted, but King Rakshasa needs to help share one."

Li Ziye grinned and said, "Well, how about I choose the Grand Commander and the Rakshasa King choose the Son of Light?"

"can!"

Tao Yaoyao responded lightly.

"Ok, deal."

After Li Ziye said something, he attacked Mu Shouzhi with a steel fan in hand.

Tao Yaoyao's eyes locked on the God Son of Light in front of him, and his whole body was full of murderous aura.

How dare a rotten fish jump in front of her!

"Son of God, go, you are not her match!"

While coping with the attack of the person in front of him, Mu Shouzhi urgently reminded.

Yan Xiaoyu's expression sank, without hesitation, she immediately retreated.

However, how could Tao Yaoyao give him a chance to escape, she stepped out and immediately chased after her.

"Boy, what exactly do you want!"

In the battle situation here, Mu Shouzhi said angrily, being pestered by the people in front of him tirelessly.

"Didn't the Commander see that I am fighting seriously?"

Li Ziye responded with a smile, and continued to block the leader of the temple in front of him from rushing to help Yan Xiaoyu with a hammer and a stick.

Tian Ji's horse racing, such a simple strategy, is useless.

As long as he dragged down the silver armored cavalry commander, that Yan Xiaoyu would be a dead fish.

With the strength of the little uncle, he can be chopped up in a short while!

"boom!"

Just as Li Ziye was dragging Mu Shouzhi, not far away, Tao Yaoyao also caught up with Yan Xiaoyu, slashing down with a sword, full of murderous aura.

Rakshasa's sword was cold and ruthless, Yan Xiaoyu couldn't avoid it, so he had to block it.

Immediately, two powerful forces collided, and the aftermath added to his body. The zhenqi in Yan Xiaoyu's body shook violently, and he retreated several steps.

"Son of God."

Mu Shouzhi sensed the situation on the other side of the battle, his expression changed, a sword shook the person in front of him away, and he rushed up quickly.

"Commander, where are you going?"

However, Li Ziye's ghostly figure once again stood in front of him, and the fine steel fan flew out with swords shining, which was extremely annoying.

Mu Shouzhi's heart was full of anger, but he had to stop and deal with the person who came.

The battle on the other side.

Yan Xiaoyu faced the mighty Rakshasa King, and the situation became more and more dangerous.

As the son of the God of Light, Yan Xiaoyu is definitely not weak, even against the ordinary five realms, he has the strength to fight, except for King Rakshasa.

Tao Yaoyao, even among all the Martial Kings owned by Dashang, ranks among the top three in terms of strength.

Without the suppression of the Holy Sword of Judgment, even Mu Shouzhi would surely be defeated, not to mention Yan Xiaoyu who has not yet entered the fifth realm.

"boom!"

The Supreme Sword slashed down, with a murderous aura, Yan Xiaoyu stepped back a few steps, the corners of his mouth were red.

Tian Ji's simple plan of racing horses has now become a reminder for the son of Guangming.

"hateful!"

Not far away, Mu Shouzhi became more and more angry, and tried to rush to help several times, but was stopped.

The importance of speed is evident at this moment.

"Shh!"

The fine steel fan spread out and turned into streaks of sword light, not fatal, but disgusting.

If you don't block, you will be injured, if you block, you will be dragged back.

Since entering the Five Realms, it was the first time that Mu Shouzhi was so aggrieved.

"Commander, please be more serious."

While beating, Li Ziye said in a rambling manner, "Originally, you have broken your promise by using the Holy Sword of Judgment. My lord has a lot, so I didn't care about it with you. How can you still eat from the bowl and look at the pot, thinking about it?" Go find someone else to fight."

Come on, little uncle, hack that rotten fish to death!

"boom!"

Not far away, Tao Yaoyao slapped Yan Xiaoyu's chest with a palm, and immediately, blood splattered, so glaring.

Even if the body was protected by the divine power of light, it was not lightly injured.

With a successful palm, Tao Yaoyao's attack did not stop at all, and the sword sharpened, and directly slashed down.

Emergency moment.

Yan Xiaoyu retreated quickly, saluted respectfully, and said, "I invite the old palace master to show his sanctity!"

A word out.

Between the heaven and the earth, an incomparable coercion descended from the sky, and in an instant, endless light descended on the world, the divine power shocked people's hearts.

in battle.

Tao Yaoyao was affected by the divine power of light, she slid out a dozen steps, looked forward, and her expression sank.

It turned out to be him!

At the back of the battle, at this moment, King Triumph's face darkened, his eyes fixed on the figure walking out of the light, and he clenched the saber in his hand.

The Palace of Heavenly Mandates, the former head of the palace, Wen Daoran.

on the battlefield.

With everyone's attention, Wen Daoran appeared in the sky full of light, and the sky and the earth shook continuously. His existence like a god made people shudder.

"What are you wearing?"

Li Ziye showed disdain when he saw the huge spectacle of Wen Daoran's appearance.

20 years ago, Wen Daoran was defeated by that scholar, and only then did he step down from the position of Master of the Temple of Heavenly Mandate.

Now, run here and pack it up!

In the light, Wen Daoran seemed to have heard something, and his figure flashed past, and instantly arrived in front of Li Ziye.

Immediately, a palm shot out.

In an instant, the power of light was like a stormy sea, crushing the sky.

"old man."

Li Ziye, who had been prepared for a long time, moved first, and his figure disappeared, flying a hundred feet away.