Western battlefield.
The iron cavalry attacked each other. Behind the iron cavalry, there was a larger number of infantry, and the sound of killing was loud.
Tao Yaoyao personally led the army into Tianyu's army camp and fought until his eyes turned red.
Without the Holy Sword of Judgment, no one in the entire Heavenly Mandate Army could check and balance the Great Shang Rakshasa King.
During the battle, Tao Yaoyao was surrounded by blood and evil spirit. With a sword, he was invincible, and no one was left alive under the sword.
As a last resort, Mu Shou Zhili stepped forward and teamed up with six military masters to stop the astonishing Rakshasa King.
Seven against one.
The war was at a fever pitch.
In the path of martial arts, men generally have some advantages over women.
However, there are always exceptions to everything.
From the extremely high-quality Qin Grace, to the gentle and virtuous Confucian Chen Qiaoer, to the great Shang Rakshasa King Tao Yaoyao, everyone is the top master in the world.
Especially Tao Yaoyao, who entered the Tao through killing, and his combat power increased horribly, which can be said to be a rapid improvement.
Even the King of Triumph, the leader of the Ten Martial Kings of the Great Shang, now dare not say what advantage he can get from this Rakshasa King in a life-and-death battle.
In the middle of the battlefield, Tao Yaoyao faced the combined forces of seven people. His expression showed no change, and his attacks were so ruthless that the seven people could not breathe.
And in another battle situation.
The battle between King Triumph and Wen Daoran was also inextricable.
Wen Daoran, who had been tricked by Li Ziye, had his true energy eroded by the Taotie Gu, making it difficult for him to do his best, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable.
The saber swung and slashed, displaying his domineering attitude. Facing the King of Triumph's wide-ranging fighting methods, Wen Daoran, whose martial arts was restrained, was already somewhat powerless.
"boom!"
The saber and the power of light collided with each other, and blood overflowed from Wen Daoran's mouth again, and he stepped back again and again.
The situation was unfavorable, and Wen Daoran was unwilling to fight for a long time, so he stepped away and left.
But.
With such a good opportunity, how could the King of Triumph be willing to let the old guy go back?
"Sunset over the long river!"
The saber was raised, the sword light reached the sky, the army was mighty, and the heaven and earth shook.
In order to prevent Wen Daoran from leaving, the Great Shang Army's godly head showed its full power and chopped it down with a single blow, causing the land to separate hundreds of feet apart.
"Guardian of Light!"
As the light of the sword approached, Wen Daoran's expression changed, and all the power of light around him was used to protect him.
"Well!"
Shocked to see the saber breaking through the light, Wen Daoran groaned in the fierce impact, and blood spurted out from his chest, staining his robes red.
far away.
Yan Xiaoyu's face darkened when he saw the unfavorable situation in the two battles. He stood in the army and activated his divine power of light, accumulating continuously, hoping to relieve the old palace master from the danger first.
The divine power is vast, stepping on each level, transcending the limitations of the realm, and quickly gathers together.
"Son of God, what are you doing?"
at this time.
On the battlefield, a glimmer of aurora flashed across, and in an instant it was in front of Yan Xiaoyu. The stainless steel fan turned into a deadly sword and slashed towards the Yan Xiaoyu's throat.
The crisis struck without any warning. Yan Xiaoyu's heart trembled and his body subconsciously leaned back.
The stainless steel fan scraped across the throat, a few strands of long hair fell off, and the King of Hell accepted his fate by just a hair's breadth.
"you again!"
Yan Xiaoyu took a few steps back and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly.
"Yes, it's me again!"
Li Ziye turned the stainless steel fan in his hand and said with regret, "What a pity that I couldn't chop off your head with just one fan."
I have to say, this rotten fish is really lucky.
After fighting so many times, I couldn't kill him every time.
As expected of the son of the God of Light, he is simply an invincible little strongman.
"Those who blaspheme the light will eventually be punished by God!"
Yan Xiaoyu said something with a cold expression, and the divine power of light kept pouring out, surging with astonishing power.
"Give up your struggle, I won't give you time to make more moves."
Seeing that this rotten fish was trying to gather his strength again, Li Ziye's figure flashed past and stabbed the former's throat with the fine steel fan in his hand.
Yan Xiaoyu turned his body to avoid the fan, and then swung out a palm with great power.
However, before the palm force could reach close to him, Li Ziye's figure disappeared again.
The extreme speed is so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu's face became darker and darker, and he exchanged several moves. It always felt like his fists were hitting cotton, which was very uncomfortable.
Li Ziye, it’s too fast.
Especially after changing weapons, there are even fewer head-to-head confrontations. A fine steel fan can be opened and closed with all kinds of bells and whistles, making it hard to guard against.
"wrong!"
After ten moves, Yan Xiaoyu blocked the eighteen fan bones that came through the air with one palm. However, the last one was so dazzling that its power far exceeded the previous eighteen.
"Guardian of Light!"
Not daring to be careless, Yan Xiaoyu gathered all his strength, and the divine power of light surged in front of him.
Unexpectedly.
The last sharp edge actually penetrated directly through the divine power of light, and the protection of light could not stop it.
The fan bone entered the body, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood.
"Well!"
There was a muffled groan, and blood stained the divine robe.
"The Divine Stone of Light!"
Yan Xiaoyu was shocked when he saw the stone on the fan bone on his chest.
"It turns out that this thing also has the ability to break armor."
As he spoke, Li Ziye's figure came over, stretched out his hand to hold the fan bone, and stabbed it in for another three points.
The bright red blood flowed steadily, dyeing all the divine robes in front of Yan Xiaoyu red.
Caught off guard and severely injured, Yan Xiaoyu stepped back again and again, gathering his divine power, and immediately struck back with a palm.
Li Ziye stepped forward, pulled out the fan bone, and retreated five feet away.
Nineteen fan bones are merged, and a crystal clear sacred stone is embedded in the middle one. The workmanship is rough, but it is simple and practical.
Both are bright, and the divine stone of light does have an armor-breaking effect on the divine power of light. The light does not block the light.
Li Ziye didn't know it before, but practice brings true knowledge, and now that he knows it, it seems that it's not too late.
"Son of God, if I don't have to wait for you to stop bleeding, I will come again!"
Li Ziye looked at the blood flowing on Yan Xiaoyu's chest, slightly curved his mouth, and immediately rushed forward again.
Today, he must stab this grandson to death!
"Buddha."
Just when the armies of Dashang and Tianyu Palace were fighting, in the distance, a group of people coming together looked to the north, and one person said, "There seems to be a war ahead."
"Amitabha."
Sanzang recited the Buddha's name and said with an unbearable look on his face, "I, the Buddha, are merciful. Now that war is raging, I don't know how many people will be displaced."
"The situation here is much better than that in Dashang North."
On the side, Qingqing said with an indifferent expression, "The Western Region is sparsely populated, so it won't affect too many people."
"Buddha, what should we do now? Do we still want to go forward?" Another person from behind asked.
"Continue to go."
Sanzang nodded and said, "Let's see if there's anything we can do. After the battle, we can also help save those injured soldiers."
"There are so many wounded soldiers, and there are only a dozen of us, how many can we save, and where?" A middle-aged man beside Sanzang spoke in a deep voice.
"Every one can be saved."
Sanzang looked calm and said, "As for which one to save, it depends on fate."
