Stunning beauty

Sunset, in front of the Tianduan Mountains.

In order to eradicate the weeds, Tao Yaoyao went out in person, took Li Ziye and the little monk to block the way and intercepted Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu.

Li Ziye understands the principle of cutting the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates it. Tao Yaoyao also understands this truth.

Experts like Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu, once their injuries were cured, would be endless troubles for Dashang.

The battle is on.

"Shh!"

The fine steel fan flew over, shaking off the silver armored cavalry blocking the way, opening a bright road for the little monk.

"No thanks!"

Li Ziye passed by, took back the iron fan, kicked a silver armored cavalry away, and said with a smile.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang looked at the road ahead without any obstacles, and the Buddha's light was shining all over his body, and the beads in his hands scattered, flying towards the carriage ahead.

Inside the carriage.

Yan Xiaoyu, who had her eyes closed, moved her ears, stepped on her feet, and fled out of the carriage.

The Buddha beads flew over, and the entire carriage shattered.

"People of Buddhism!"

Yan Xiaoyu jumped out of the carriage, closed his eyes, felt the aura of the person in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "I have no grievances with Buddhism in the past and have no enmity in the past, why did the master do this!"

"Amitabha."

Sanzang stretched out his hand to hold it, and the beads flew back one by one. He said calmly, "Little Monk Sanzang, you are polite!"

"Buddha?"

Yan Xiaoyu was startled when she heard the person in front of her report her family name.

He heard that Fozi had just been rescued from the Purification Tower by the demon goddess Qingqing not long ago, so how could he appear here.

After a short thought, Yan Xiaoyu came back to his senses and said, "Buddha, there is no grudge between you and me, why do you want to help the people of Dashang to attack me!"

"Amitabha, this little monk was entrusted by someone to take the life of the Buddha, but the little monk doesn't want to kill anyone, so please, Buddha, and catch him without a fight!"

Sanzang clasped his hands together, and said politely with a peaceful smile on his childish face.

"wishful thinking!"

Yan Xiaoyu's expression darkened, and he said, "It's a pity that a dignified Buddhist disciple is willing to become someone else's minion!"

"Amitabha, little monk"

Just as Sanzang was about to say something more, a fine steel fan flew past in front of his eyes, showing a warning.

Talk about farts, hit!

When Sanzang saw the iron fan flying by in front of him, he showed helplessness, stopped talking nonsense, and rushed forward.

"boom!"

The two palms are joined together, the power of Buddha and the gods are surging, and it is the first time that the disciples of Buddhism and the gods of the Temple of Heaven confront each other head-on.

Sanzang, who has already entered the five realms, has significantly stronger zhenqi strength, but the light divine power on Yan Xiaoyu has a somewhat suppressive effect on Sanzang's evil spirit, and the two are fighting each other. back.

"The oracle of light!"

Can't see with both eyes, Yan Xiaoyu understands that a long battle will not be good for her, and when she raises her hand, there is a secret technique not transmitted by the Temple of Heaven.

The light comes to the world, with incomparable power and power, the good and the evil are restrained, and the demons are burned.

"A bright mirror is not a stand!"

Seeing this, Sanzang's body surged with Buddha energy, turning into a bright mirror to block the divine power of light.

not far away.

Li Ziye, who was dealing with three hundred silver-armored cavalry, was speechless when he saw Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu fighting one by one.

What's this little bald donkey doing? He's fighting so hard, he's going to kill him!

Look at the little uncle, that's fighting!

"boom!"

In the distance, there was a violent vibration, Tao Yaoyao slashed down with a sword, the evil spirit was overwhelming, the ground rumbled and cracked, and the terrifying destructive power made people shudder.

Wen Daoran, who had already lost his arm, faced the stormy offensive of the Rakshasa King, and even with the power of light added to him, he gradually showed signs of decline.

Li Ziye saw the violent fighting style of his junior uncle, subconsciously wiped the cold sweat off his face, and quickly gathered his attention to deal with the three hundred silver armored cavalry in front of him.

A pair of three hundred, or his hard work!

"Everyone, come again!"

Li Ziye said something in a kind tone, and the fine steel fan in his hand turned into a sharp sword and flew out, with a dazzling edge.

In front, three hundred silver-armored cavalry were on full alert, forming a formation to resist.

The three hundred silver-armored cavalry who escorted Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu on this trip were all masters in the army. Together, they could even deal with a great practitioner of the five realms.

In the past, Li Ziye would have had a bit of trouble coping with it.

However, today is different.

With armor-piercing fetishes like the Divine Stone of Light, the three hundred silver-armored cavalry looked like lambs to be slaughtered in Li Ziye's eyes.

The fine steel fan pierced through the air, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, and icy sharp edges were drawn in the setting sun, piercing straight into the throats of the silver-armored cavalry.

No matter how strong the heavy armor of the silver-armored cavalry is, the joint between the helmet and the armor is the weakest part. When the fan bones fly over, a waterfall of blood splashes, which is dazzling and dazzling.

The leader of the three hundred silver-armored cavalry, a silver-armored cavalry from the four realms rushed forward with spears in hand, trying to drag the person in front of him.

pity.

Li Ziye had already left the greatest gift to the silver-armored cavalry Dutong in front of him.

The fan bone embedded with the Divine Stone of Light flew over, directly breaking through the heavy armor of the silver-armored cavalry capital, and came out through the chest.

The bright red blood gushes out, so dazzling.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

In the battle not far away, Sanzang saw Brother Li talking and laughing, and killed dozens of silver-armored cavalry, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.

Brother Li, what's the matter?

In the past, although brother Li was not a kind-hearted person, his desire to kill was not so strong.

As long as it is not forced, they will usually save their lives, but now, the attack is too ruthless.

in battle.

Yan Xiaoyu sensed the weakening of the Buddha's attack in front of him, caught a glimpse of the opportunity, gathered the light and divine power all over him, and slapped it with a palm.

"boom!"

The moment when the palm strength increases.

Not far away, a beam of light pierced through the air, suddenly blocking Yan Xiaoyu's attack.

After a moment.

Li Ziye's figure flitted past, grabbed the fine steel fan that flew back, and reminded, "Buddha, concentrate."

"Amitabha, if you worry brother Sanyu, this little monk will pay attention."

Sanzang came back to his senses, no longer thinking about it, looked at Guangming Shenzi in front of him, and said seriously, "Son of God, let's come again!"

Forget it, no matter what happened to Brother Li, Brother Li is still Brother Li.

He would risk his life to save him and Qingqing's Brother Li.

Hasn't he, the demon monk, changed a lot?

"My Buddha is merciful, I sacrificed my life to save the world, Vajrasattva has a hundred words!"

The Buddha's heart became firm again, Sanzang waved the rosary in his hand, and the Buddha's light was shining all over his body. In an instant, the rain of Brahma rained down from the sky, turning into a palace wall of ten thousand feet, breaking through the sky.

The world-shocking move was extremely powerful, Yan Xiaoyu felt it, and his expression changed slightly, and he also activated his divine power of light to block the move.

The two forces collided, only to hear an earth-shattering collision sound, blood overflowed from Yan Xiaoyu's mouth, and he flew several feet away.

Out of battle.

Li Ziye felt relieved when he saw that the little bald donkey was getting serious. He looked at the remaining silver-armored cavalry in front of him, his figure flitted past, and he began to do his own thing.

In the setting sun, in the battle formation formed by two hundred silver-armored cavalry, a glimpse of the aurora flashed like a thunder, and the fine steel fan in his hand was like a death scythe, constantly harvesting the lives of the living, mercilessly, very much like the original Luo Sha Wang.

far away.

Tao Yaoyao felt the increasing murderous aura on Li Ziye's body, her eyes were slightly fixed, but she didn't say anything, the evil aura surged all over her body, and the Supreme Sword was raised again.

"Earth sword."

"Too Shangxin will defy the universe!"

The Three Absolute Swords came out again, and on Tao Yaoyao's head, a strand of black hair silently turned white, covering it under the black hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

next moment.

The Supreme Sword broke through the power of light on Wen Daoran's body, and landed on Wen Daoran's shoulder with a bang.

With the sword like a mountain, Wen Daoran's right knee sank, and he knelt down with a thud.

Wujing knelt on the ground, unbearable humiliation, Wen Daoran's face was full of anger, and the power of light surged around him, wanting to forcibly support his body.

"boom!"

Unexpectedly, at this moment, in Tao Yaoyao's hands, the Supreme Sword burst out with astonishing power again, and the sword's power was three points stronger.

Before Wen Daoran got up in time, his left knee sank and he knelt down.

Before Wang Jian, Guangming also bowed his knees.