Great Shang in the Western Territory.
Two armies confront each other.
However, today, it is not for fighting, but for trading.
The Holy Sword of Judgment is exchanged for fifteen hundred sets of armor of the Silver Armored Cavalry.
This was the result of negotiations between the triumphant king of Dashang and Wen Daoran, the old master of the Tianyu Palace.
Fifteen hundred sets of silver armor were loaded into fifteen large carts. When the carriage ran over them, deep wheel marks appeared on the ground, showing the weight of the silver armor.
As for Dashang, it is much simpler. A broken sword is enough for one person to carry.
"Mr. Sanyu."
In front of the merchant army, Tao Yaoyao spoke calmly, "Take someone to check the authenticity of the armor."
"Um!"
Li Ziye nodded and took more than a dozen of the Rakshasa King's guards to check whether the silver armor sent by Tianyu Palace was genuine or not.
When the two armies are trading, no one can trust the other, and both are on guard against the other party's deception.
Li Ziye walked to one of the carts and carefully inspected the silver armor on it, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
This thing looks quite heavy, but in fact it is much lighter than ordinary heavy armor.
No wonder this silver armor cavalry is so difficult to deal with.
What a headache!
"Mr. Sanyu, there is no problem."
Not far away, a guard of the Rakshasa King spoke and said.
"good."
Li Ziye nodded and said, "Listen to my order later and transport the armor back."
"yes!"
More than ten personal guards of the Rakshasa King took the order.
When Li Ziye and others checked the authenticity of the silver armor, Wen Daoran also stepped forward in front of Tianyu's army to get the holy sword himself.
In front of the merchant army, the triumphant king held the holy sword of judgment and waited for Wen Daoran's arrival.
The atmosphere, at this moment, became very solemn.
The two armies were prepared to guard against any accident.
In the middle of the two armies, Li Ziye looked at Wen Daoran walking in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
Old guy, I hope you like the gift I gave you.
In front of the merchant army, Wen Daoran walked up to him, and the King of Triumph held the holy sword in his hand and handed it over.
On the holy sword, runes are intertwined, ancient and mysterious.
The Holy Sword of Judgment is a well-deserved peerless divine weapon, especially in the hands of people from the Heavenly Mandate Hall, its power is doubled.
The people who forged the Holy Sword of Judgment back then never imagined that someone would dismantle the Holy Sword in later generations.
If Izumi knew anything, the great swordsmith who originally forged the holy sword might not be able to hold it down anymore.
Li Ziye has never been a stickler for rules and regulations, otherwise, he would not have destroyed all the sacred objects in the world.
People fulfill their responsibilities and things are put to their best use. In Li Ziye's opinion, this is the best way home.
In front of the merchant army, Wen Daoran looked at the holy sword handed over by the King of Triumph and stretched out his hand to hold it.
The two of them competed with each other, their energy clashing with each other, tit for tat.
The holy sword was in its scabbard, and the light was hard to see. The true energy around the two people kept colliding, and the sand turned into waves.
After a moment of stalemate.
The triumphant king let go of his hand without any warning.
Wen Daoran involuntarily took two steps back, narrowed his eyes, reached out and pulled out the Holy Sword of Judgment. After taking a look, he said, "The Holy Sword is true."
In front of the Tianyu Palace army, Mu Shouzhi and Yan Xiaoyu heard the old palace master's confirmation, looked at each other, and nodded immediately.
"kill!"
Mu Shouzhi waved his hand and gave an order to send a large army to attack.
Between the two armies, the Tianyudian soldiers in charge of the silver-armored escort also immediately drew their swords and slashed at the Rakshasa guards in front of them.
Falling out, only in a moment.
"Tianyu Palace is indeed not worthy of trust."
Li Ziye's eyes turned cold when he saw the Tianyudian soldiers rushing forward with their swords drawn, and the figure flashed past, grabbing the latter's throat and directly crushing his throat bones.
What a coincidence!
He is not a trustworthy person either!
When Li Ziye took action, the Rakshasa Army guards around him who had been prepared quickly reacted and drew their swords to meet the enemy.
"Wen Daoran, you don't keep your word!"
In front of the Great Merchant Army, the King of Triumph looked at the scene in front of him and shouted angrily.
"Silver Armor, my temple has sent it to you based on the agreement, but whether you can take it away depends on your ability!"
Wen Daoran saw the angry look of the triumphant King of Great Shang in front of him, a smile appeared on his old face, and he responded.
"mean!"
The King of Triumph roared angrily, drew his saber, and charged forward.
From behind, Tao Yaoyao looked coldly at the Tianyu army rushing in front, waved his hand and said, "Kill!"
With an order, the Xuanjia Army and the Rakshasa Army also rushed forward.
War is about to break out.
between the two armies.
Li Ziye looked at the two armies rushing forward and backward, grabbed a scimitar and threw it out.
The scimitar was like a moon, cutting a dazzling edge in the middle of the battlefield. The throats of the soldiers of the Tianyu Palace who were fighting with the Rakshasa Army guards were suddenly cut open by the scimitar, and blood spurted out like pillars.
Li Ziye patted the war horse in front of the carriage. The horse neighed in pain and pulled the cart towards Dashang.
Upon seeing this, the rest of the Rakshasa King's guards immediately followed suit, slapped the horse on the butt, and drove the cart filled with silver armor to Dashang's side.
After ten breaths.
In the middle of the battlefield.
The two armies rushed through and started fighting fiercely.
"King of Triumph, the last time we fought there was no winner. Today, let's do it all over again!"
Among the thousands of troops, Wen Daoran held the holy sword, and with the power of light surging, he slashed at the Great Shang Army God in front.
However.
The moment the power of light poured into the holy sword, Wen Daoran's expression suddenly shook, with a look of disbelief on his face.
In a moment of confusion, before his eyes, the saber has arrived, extremely domineering.
"boom!"
In a hurry, Wen Daoran swung his sword to block the saber, but heard a loud noise, the saber fell, and the Holy Sword of Judgment broke with the sound.
After the impact, Wen Daoran groaned and took a few steps back.
"How could this be?"
Wen Daoran looked at the broken Holy Sword of Judgment in his hand, feeling horrified in his heart.
"Unexpected?"
Within a few steps, the figure of the King of Triumph flew over, his saber raised, and he slashed down again with a domineering and powerful sword.
Wen Daoran's expression changed instantly, and he immediately channeled the power of light in his body to block the power of the saber.
There was a boom.
There was a violent impact, blood splattered from Wen Daoran's mouth, and his body slipped out for more than ten steps.
"poison!"
Wen Daoran was surprised when he felt the vitality that was blocked in his body.
"poison?"
In the distance, Li Ziye smiled coldly, it was too low-end.
There was Mao Nanfeng, a senior member of the witch clan who was so scary to death, in the family. How could he use such an unseemly method as poisoning again?
Witch Clan, Taotie Gu!
Sister Hongzhu gave it to him for self-defense.
The reason why he told the King of Triumph not to pull out the holy sword was because he had tampered with the scabbard.
The Taotie Gu is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and it does not distinguish between friend and foe. When it sees the first living creature, it will quickly penetrate into its body with its breathing, and madly devour the host's body, true energy, flesh and blood, and internal organs. There is nothing that cannot be eaten.
very scary.
In normal times, it would be difficult for this thing to defeat a great cultivator at the peak of the Five Realms. However, on the battlefield, there are powerful enemies around, as powerful as Wen Daoran. While checking the authenticity of the holy sword, you must also be careful. The King of Triumph suddenly attacked. If he could still focus on three things and notice the abnormality in the scabbard, then he, Li Ziye, would like to call Wen Daoran the strongest!
During the war.
After the King of Triumph saw the abnormality in Wen Daoran's body, he rushed forward without any hesitation.
Although he didn't know what Mr. Sanyu had done to the sword, Mr. Sanyu had told him that Wen Daoran's strength would drop by at least 30% after he pulled out the sword.
Very good, take advantage of his illness and kill him!
