"Yan Xiaoyu!"
On the battlefield, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other.
Li Ziye rushed forward without hesitation and grabbed the sword.
Yan Xiaoyu watched the strange young man rush forward, poured his true energy into the Judgment Holy Sword, and faced the attack head-on.
"boom!"
The Holy Sword of Judgment and the fine steel fan collided with each other, a violent impact broke out, and the battle broke out.
Within ten steps, the two people looked at each other with different colors.
Yan Xiaoyu did not recognize who the person in front of him was, but he could feel that the person in front of him was powerful, perhaps not weaker than him.
Li Ziye, on the other hand, wanted to hack him to death the first time he saw the Son of God.
"Son of God."
Outside the battle, Mu Shouzhi rushed over, stopped, looked at the person in front of him, frowned and said, "Why are you here?"
"After I came out of seclusion, I heard that the war between the temple and Dashang had begun, so I came here."
Yan Xiaoyu said calmly, "Commander, leave this person to me, and you go deal with the Rakshasa King of Dashang."
After speaking, Yan Xiaoyu threw away the Holy Sword of Judgment in his hand and returned it to the commander in front.
Mu Shouzhi took the holy sword, nodded and said, "It's okay, Son of God, be careful. This person is difficult to deal with."
"Don't worry, Commander."
Yan Xiaoyu nodded and said, "I will not underestimate the enemy."
"Um."
Mu Shouzhi responded and immediately walked away.
Li Ziye did not chase after him. He stared at the Son of Light in front of him and said, "Can we start?"
"Can."
Yan Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Please!"
"please!"
Li Ziye responded politely, and after finishing his words, the figure rushed forward.
The stainless steel fan was like a sharp sword, waving at Yan Xiaoyu's vitals.
Yan Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes slightly, with light and divine power lingering around him, and he took the attack forcefully.
At close range, in the blink of an eye, several moves were exchanged.
Not far away, Mu Shouzhi was holding the Holy Sword of Judgment and wanted to take the opportunity to deal with the Rakshasa King of Dashang.
Unexpectedly.
Just as Mu Shouzhi was about to take action, a stream of light came through the air, filling the sky with a sword that turned into bones and was extremely sharp.
As a last resort, Mu Shouzhi immediately waved his sword to block the attack.
"boom!"
Amidst the violent impact, a figure in green clothes passed by, retracted the stainless steel fan, and said with a smile, "Suddenly I remembered that the battle between me and the commander is not over yet."
From behind, Yan Xiaoyu chased after him, his brows furrowing slightly.
This man's speed is amazing.
"Mr. Sanyu, are you in trouble?"
At this time, Tao Yaoyao also walked over and asked.
"It's not a trouble, but I need the help of the Rakshasa King to share the burden."
Li Ziye grinned and said, "How about this, I choose the commander, and the Rakshasa King chooses the Son of Light?"
"Can!"
Tao Yaoyao responded calmly.
"Ok, deal."
Li Ziye said something and continued to attack Mu Shouzhi with a steel fan in hand.
On the side, Tao Yaoyao's eyes moved over and locked onto the Son of God of Light in front of him, murderous aura surging around him.
A rotten fish dared to jump in front of her!
"Son of God, leave quickly, you are no match for her!"
Mu Shouzhi reminded him urgently while dealing with the attack of the person in front of him.
Yan Xiaoyu's expression darkened, and he immediately retreated without hesitation.
However, how could Tao Yaoyao give him a chance to escape? He took one step forward and immediately chased after him.
"Boy, what exactly do you want!"
During the battle, Mu Shouzhi was troubled by the people in front of him and said angrily.
"Didn't the commander see that I was fighting seriously?"
Li Ziye responded with a smile and continued to block the actions of the leader of the temple in front of him with a hammer and a stick.
Tian Ji's horse racing, such a simple strategy, is not necessary in vain.
As long as he holds back the commander of the silver-armored cavalry, Yan Xiaoyu will be a dead fish.
With the young master's strength, he can be chopped into pieces in no time!
"boom!"
Just when Li Ziye was holding Mu Shouzhi down, not far away, Tao Yaoyao also caught up with Yan Xiaoyu and slashed him with his sword, full of murderous intent.
The sword of Rakshasa was cold and ruthless. Yan Xiaoyu couldn't avoid it and had to take action to resist it.
Suddenly, two powerful forces collided, and the aftermath increased. The true energy in Yan Xiaoyu's body shook violently, and he took several steps back.
"Son of God."
Mu Shouzhi noticed the situation on the other side of the battle, his expression changed, he knocked back the person in front of him with his sword, and quickly rushed forward.
"Commander, where are you going?"
In an instant, Li Ziye's ghostly figure blocked the front again, the steel fan flew out, and the sword light flashed, which was extremely annoying.
Mu Shouzhi was filled with anger, but he had to stop and deal with the person coming.
The battle on the other side.
Yan Xiaoyu faces the powerful Rakshasa King, and the situation becomes increasingly dangerous.
As the son of the God of Light, Yan Xiaoyu's strength is definitely not weak, and he can still fight even against the ordinary five realms, except for the Rakshasa King.
Tao Yaoyao, even among all the Martial Kings in Dashang, was strong enough to rank among the top three.
Without the suppression of the Judgment Holy Sword, even Mu Shouzhi would be defeated, let alone Yan Xiaoyu, who had not yet entered the fifth realm.
"boom!"
The Supreme Sword fell down, murderous intent piercing the bones, Yan Xiaoyu took a few steps back, and the corners of his mouth were red.
Tian Ji's simple horse racing plan has now become a talisman for the Son of God of Light.
"hateful!"
Not far away, Mu Shouzhi became increasingly angry. He tried to escape and rush for help several times, but was stopped every time.
The importance of speed is undoubtedly evident at this moment.
"Uh-huh!"
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 held back.
Since entering the Fifth Realm, Mu Shouzhi felt so frustrated for the first time.
"Commander, please be more serious."
Li Ziye babbled while saying, "Originally, you have broken your promise by using the Holy Sword of Judgment. I have a lot of it and I don't care about it with you. How can you still eat from the bowl and look at the pot and think about it?" Go find someone else to fight.”
Come on, little uncle, chop that rotten fish to death!
"boom!"
Not far away, Tao Yaoyao slapped Yan Xiaoyu's chest. Immediately, blood spattered, which was so dazzling.
Even with the divine power of light protecting his body, he was seriously injured.
With a successful palm strike, Tao Yaoyao's attack didn't stop at all. His sword sharpened and he slashed down.
Emergency moment.
Yan Xiaoyu retreated sharply, bowed respectfully, and said, "I would like to ask the old palace master to show his holiness!"
One word fell.
Between heaven and earth, an incomparable coercion descended from the sky. In an instant, endless light descended on the world, with divine power that shocked people's hearts.
During the war.
Tao Yaoyao was affected by the divine power of light. She slipped out a dozen steps and looked forward, her expression darkening.
It's him!
At the back of the battle, at this moment, King Triumphant's face also darkened, his eyes stared at the figure walking out of the light, and he clenched the saber in his hand.
Tianyu Hall, the former head of the hall, Wen Daoran!
On the battlefield.
Everyone was watching, and in the bright sky, Wen Daoran appeared, and the heaven and earth shook. He was like a god, making people shudder.
"What are you pretending to be?"
Li Ziye showed contempt when he saw the huge pomp and circumstance of Wen Daoran's appearance.
Twenty years ago, Wen Daoran resigned from the position of the master of Tianyu Palace after losing to that scholar.
Now, run over here and pretend!
In the light, Wen Daoran seemed to hear something, and his figure flashed before Li Ziye.
Immediately, a palm shot out.
In an instant, the power of light was like a stormy wave, overwhelming the sky.
"You damn old man, you want to sneak up on me? You're thinking shit too!"
Li Ziye, who was well prepared, took the first step, and his figure disappeared and flew out a hundred feet away.
