Western battlefield.
Wen Daoran, the former master of Tianyu Palace, showed up and took action for the first time in twenty years, in order to teach a certain junior who made rude remarks.
pity.
Li Ziye, who often walked by the river, was always prepared to be beaten. The moment Wen Daoran moved, he took the first step to hide.
A hundred feet away, the divine power of light suppressed, and everything where Li Ziye was before was purified by the divine power of light and disappeared completely.
"Disgusting, perverted!"
He couldn't beat him with his hands, but he absolutely couldn't admit defeat with his mouth. Li Ziye continued to curse.
Damn it, this grandson is so awesome.
Are all the people defeated by that scholar so strong?
When Wen Daoran heard the curse from the boy in front of him, he frowned. How could this boy be so uneducated?
"Oracle of Light!"
Wen Daoran raised his hand, and immediately, endless light and divine power descended from the sky, trying to kill the dirty-mouthed boy in front of him with one move.
"Old guy, you're a lot older. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to attack a junior like me?"
The moment Li Ziye saw Wen Daoran lift up, he flew a hundred feet away again, and continued to curse, "Is this what the God of Light taught you?"
Wen Daoran frowned again and saw the amazing speed of the boy in front of him. He no longer hesitated and activated the light and divine power around him, preparing to use a large-scale attack move.
"King of Triumph, if you don't take action, I will die!"
When Li Ziye saw this, he stepped back again and again, and shouted loudly at the same time.
This thief is going to launch a map cannon, and he may not be able to dodge it.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sanyu, I am here and no one can touch you!"
At this moment, on the battlefield, the King of Triumph strode towards him, one step at a time. Immediately, his saber came out and struck down with one strike.
The light of the sword cuts through the air, and its potential can open mountains.
The power of triumph is incomparable.
"Um?"
Wen Daoran sensed this and turned his palm to attack.
"boom!"
In an instant, the divine power of light and the light of the sword collided, and the violent aftermath spread rapidly.
After one strike, the Triumphant King stepped into the battle, slashing with his saber, opening and closing.
Wen Daoran was surrounded by bright divine power, and he took on the power of the saber. In the blink of an eye, he exchanged several moves, and the power was earth-shattering.
Both of them are strong men at the pinnacle of martial arts. Once they take action, they show shocking strength.
far away.
Li Ziye breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wen Daoran being stopped by the King of Triumph, and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Fortunately, the King of Triumph was here, otherwise, he would not have dared to be so harsh.
Hatred cannot be induced casually.
If you don't pull it well, it will get cold.
"Commander, I'm here again!"
Li Ziye suppressed the turmoil in his heart, looked at Mu Shouzhi not far away, grinned, and immediately rushed forward again.
Mu Shouzhi came to his senses and immediately rushed to the battle on the other side, not wanting to be held back by the kid in front of him again.
"Commander, don't leave!"
Seeing that Mu Shou was about to run away, Li Ziye swung out the folding fan in his hand. Suddenly, streaks of sword light passed by, stepping on each layer, and the cold light was dazzling.
Mu Shouzhi's face darkened, he stopped, and swung his sword to block the sword lights coming through the air.
Mu Shouzhi's face was extremely ugly as his body was blocked one after another. He wanted to kill the boy in front of him with a sword.
"Commander, I will be embarrassed if you look at me like this."
Li Ziye held the stainless steel fan that flew back, unfolded it gently, fanned it, and said with a smile, "You wanted to fight me, and now you have gone back on your word and tried to run away again and again. You people in Tianyu Palace are really difficult to serve. "
"You boy!"
Mu Shou Zhiqi's chest rose and fell, and the veins in the hand holding the sword were exposed.
The battle on the other side.
Seeing that Li Ziye was okay, Tao Yaoyao once again focused on the Son of Light in front of him. His figure passed by and struck him with a sword.
She chopped up this rotten fish, and the scholar must have been heartbroken.
"The human sword, the supreme love touches the world!"
Not wanting to fight for a long time to avoid changes, Tao Yaoyao used the three unique moves. In an instant, the sword opened the wind and clouds, and the murderous aura shook the heaven and the earth.
In the remaining two battle situations, Mu Shouzhi and Wen Daoran felt this, and their expressions changed. It was too late to stop them.
Mu Shouzhi was ahead, and Li Ziye noticed the situation on the other side of the battle, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. The young master uncle is really smart. It seems that his hatred is not in vain.
If Wen Daoran is lured away, no one can stop the young master from chopping up the rotten fish.
There isn't much time, but it's enough.
"boom!"
In the shocked eyes of everyone, the Supreme Sword fell, with terrifying power, the whole world seemed to be shaking.
The Son of Light is about to die.
Unexpectedly, variables will happen again!
But when Yan Xiaoyu saw an unspeakable force burst out, he suddenly blocked the Supreme Sword.
The majestic divine power of light is so pure, even when Wen Daoran appeared just now, it was several times more pure.
On the battlefield, everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
"This is?"
at the same time.
Western Region.
In the Heavenly Mandate Hall, on the high throne, the scholar felt something. He opened his eyes and looked to the east, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Divine power.
How could Yan Xiaoyu have the power of God?
Taixue Palace, East Courtyard.
In the vegetable garden, Confucius, the head of the Confucian sect, also felt this unearthly power. He looked to the west, and a strange color flashed in his old eyes.
The power of the gods.
It seems that someone has made a deal with the gods again.
The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant.
How could gods easily give power to humans?
Western battlefield.
Li Ziye was shocked when he saw the divine power erupting from Yan Xiaoyu in front of him.
This is?
The power of the God of Light in the Land of Extreme Night!
Is it possible that Yan Xiaoyu has also seen the God of Light?
Not good.
Yan Xiaoyu must have promised something, otherwise, the God of Light would not have given him power.
"Commander, please lend me the Holy Sword!"
During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu, who had exposed the power of the gods, no longer concealed it, held his right hand in vain, and forcibly borrowed the sword.
Drawn by the divine power of light, the Holy Sword of Judgment flew out uncontrollably in Mu Shouzhi's hand and flew towards the other side of the battle.
"I want to borrow a sword. Have you asked me?"
When Li Ziye saw this, his figure instantly passed by, and the folding fan in his hand turned into nineteen streaks of light, blocking the Holy Sword of Judgment.
"The clown."
Yan Xiaoyu had a mocking look on his face, his divine power surged, and his power was shocking.
In the void, the Holy Sword of Judgment directly shook away the swords that turned into nineteen fan bones, and continued to fly forward.
In the blink of an eye, the holy sword flew over.
However.
Just when Yan Xiaoyu reached out to hold the sword.
Ahead, a figure in green clothes rushed forward, with a sneer on his face and said, "Clown? Son of God, it's just divine power. It's no big deal. I've seen it before."
The words fell.
The auras of the four elephants surged around Li Ziye, and he grabbed the Holy Sword of Judgment first. At the same time, the auras of the four elephants interacted with each other, forcibly sealing the power of light in the holy sword.
Then, the sword edge hit the ground, with a bang, and the remaining strength was released.
The shocking scene shocked everyone present.
