Sunset, in front of Tianduan Mountains.
In order to eliminate the root cause, Tao Yaoyao personally took action and took Li Ziye and the little monk to block the road and intercept Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu.
Li Ziye understands this principle, and so does Tao Yaoyao.
Once the injuries of masters like Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu are cured, they will be endless troubles for Dashang.
The battle begins.
"Uh-huh!"
The fine steel fan flew past, shaking away the silver-armored cavalry blocking the road, and opened a bright road for the young monk.
"You're welcome!"
Li Ziye's figure passed by, took back the iron fan, kicked a silver-armored cavalry away, and said with a smile.
"Amitabha."
Sanzang looked at the unobstructed road ahead, and the Buddha's light around him was strong. The beads in his hands spread out and flew towards the carriage ahead.
Inside the carriage.
Yan Xiaoyu, whose eyes were tightly closed, moved his ears, stepped out of the carriage, and stepped out.
The prayer beads flew past and the entire carriage burst into pieces.
"Buddhist people!"
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, Tianyudian, and Buddhism have no enmity in the past and have no enmity in the recent days. Why would Master do this!"
"Amitabha."
Sanzang stretched out his hand and held it, and the beads flew back one by one. He said with a calm expression, "Little monk Sanzang, you are polite!"
"Buddha?"
Yan Xiaoyu was shocked when she heard the person in front of her announcing her home status.
He heard that Buddha had just been rescued from the Pure Light Pagoda by the demon goddess Qingqing not long ago, so how could he appear here.
After a brief thought, Yan Xiaoyu came back to his senses and said, "Buddha, there is no grudge between you and me, why did you help Dashang's people to attack me!"
"Amitabha, the young monk was entrusted by someone to take the life of the Son of God. However, the young monk did not want to kill anyone, so I asked the Son of God to capture him without mercy!"
Sanzang clasped his hands together, still had a peaceful smile on his childish little face, and said politely.
"wishful thinking!"
Yan Xiaoyu's expression darkened and he said, "A noble Buddhist is actually willing to become someone else's pawn. How sad!"
"Amitabha, little monk"
Just as Sanzang was about to say something else, a fine steel fan flew past in front of his eyes, showing his warning.
What a nonsense, let’s fight!
When Sanzang saw the iron fan flying in front of him, he looked helpless, stopped talking nonsense, and rushed forward.
"boom!"
The two palms were joined together, and the Buddha's power and divine power surged. The Buddhist disciples of Buddhism and the divine disciples of Tianyu Palace faced each other head-on for the first time.
Sanzang, who has entered the fifth realm, has obviously stronger Qi strength. However, the light power of Yan Xiaoyu has a somewhat suppressive effect on the demonic Qi of Sanzang. The two of them are fighting each other. Back.
"Oracle of Light!"
Unable to see with both eyes, Yan Xiaoyu knew that long-term fighting was not good for him, and as soon as he raised his hand, it was revealed that the Tianyu Palace did not teach secret techniques.
The light comes to the world, and it is extremely powerful. Good and evil overcome each other, and the demons are burned and trained.
"The mirror is not the truth!"
Upon seeing this, Sanzang's Buddhist energy surged around his body, turning into a 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 the fighting style of Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu.
What is this little bald donkey doing? Fighting and whining, then kill him immediately!
Look at Junior Uncle, that’s fighting!
"boom!"
In the distance, there was a violent shaking sound. Tao Yaoyao slashed down with his sword. The evil energy was so strong that the earth rumbled and cracked. The terrifying destructive power made people shudder.
Wen Daoran, who had lost an arm, faced the violent attack of the Rakshasa King. Even though the power of light was added to him, he gradually showed signs of decline.
Li Ziye saw the violent fighting style of his young master uncle and subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his face. He quickly gathered his attention and concentrated on dealing with the three hundred silver-armored cavalry in front of him.
A pair of three hundred, his hard work is still the best!
"Everyone, come again!"
Li Ziye said something in a kind tone, and the fine steel fan in his hand turned into sharp swords and flew out, with dazzling edges.
In front, three hundred silver-armored cavalry were on full alert and formed a formation to resist.
The three hundred silver-armored cavalry who escorted Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu on this trip are all experts in the army. Together, they can even deal with a great practitioner of the Five Realms.
In the past, Li Ziye would have had a little trouble dealing with it.
However, today is different from the past.
With an armor-breaking artifact like the Divine Stone of Light around, the three hundred silver-armored cavalry were like lambs to be slaughtered in Li Ziye's eyes.
The fine steel fan passed through the air, like a goddess scattering flowers, streaking with cold sharp edges under the setting sun, and penetrated directly into the throats of the silver-armored cavalry.
No matter how strong the heavy armor of the Silver Armored Cavalry is, the junction between the helmet and the armor is the weakest part. The fan bone flies past, and a waterfall of blood splashes, which is tragic and dazzling.
At the head of the three hundred silver-armored cavalry, a silver-armored cavalry commander from all four realms rushed forward with a spear in hand, trying to drag down the person in front of him.
pity.
Li Ziye had already left the biggest gift to the commander of the silver-armored cavalry in front of him.
The fan bone embedded with the Divine Stone of Light flew past, directly breaking through the heavy armor of the Silver Armored Cavalry City, and came out through the chest.
The bright red blood spurted out, so dazzling.
"Amitabha, good, good!"
In the battle not far away, Sanzang saw Brother Li killing dozens of silver-armored cavalry while chatting and laughing, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.
Brother Li, what's going on?
In the past, although Brother Li was not a kind-hearted person, his desire to kill was not so serious.
As long as it is not absolutely necessary, one's life will usually be spared, but now, the attack is too cruel.
During the war.
Yan Xiaoyu felt that Fozi's offensive in front of him was weakening, and he caught a glimpse of the opportunity. The light and divine power gathered around him, and he slapped it with a palm.
"boom!"
The moment when the strength of the palm increases.
Not far away, a stream of light shot through the air and blocked Yan Xiaoyu's attack.
After a moment.
Li Ziye's figure passed by, grabbed the fine steel fan that flew back, and reminded him, "Buddha, please pay attention."
"Amitabha, if Brother San Yu is worried, the young monk will pay attention."
Sanzang came back to his senses and stopped thinking about it. He looked at the Son of Light in front of him and said seriously, "Son of God, let's come again!"
Forget it, no matter what Brother Li becomes, Brother Li is still the same Brother Li.
That Brother Li who was willing to risk the world's disapproval and risk his life to save him and Qingqing.
He, the demon monk, has changed a lot, hasn't he?
"My Buddha is compassionate and sacrifices his life to live in this world. The hundred words of Vajrasattva are revealed!"
The Buddha's heart became firm again. Sanzang waved the rosary beads in his hand, and the Buddha's light shone all over his body. In an instant, Brahma rain fell from the sky, turning into a palace wall of ten thousand feet, breaking through the sky and falling down.
The world-shaking move was extremely powerful. Yan Xiaoyu felt it, his expression changed slightly, and he activated his divine power of light to block the incoming move.
The two forces impacted, and there was an earth-shattering collision sound. Blood overflowed from Yan Xiaoyu's mouth and he flew several feet away.
Outside the battle.
Li Ziye saw that the little bald donkey was getting serious, and he felt relieved. He looked at the remaining silver-armored cavalry in front of him, their figures passed by, and they began to do their own thing.
Under the setting sun, in the battle formation formed by two hundred silver-armored cavalry, a glimmer of the aurora flashed like thunder. The fine steel fan in his hand was like the scythe of death, constantly harvesting the lives of the living without mercy, just like the original Luo King of Chasha.
far away.
Tao Yaoyao felt the growing murderous aura on Li Ziye, her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't say anything. The evil aura surged all over her body, and the Supreme Sword rose again.
"Earth Sword."
"The supreme heart is absolutely against the world!"
The Three Ultimate Sword came out again, and a strand of black hair on Tao Yaoyao's head turned white silently, and was hidden 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 suddenly on Wen Daoran's shoulders.
The sword was like a mountain. Wen Daoran's right knee sank and he knelt down with a thump.
Wen Daoran knelt on the ground in the five realms. In unbearable humiliation, Wen Daoran's face was filled with anger, and the power of light surged around him, trying to forcefully hold himself up.
"boom!"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Taishang Sword in Tao Yaoyao's hand once again exploded with astonishing power, and the sword's power was even stronger.
Before Wen Daoran could stand up, his left knee sank and he knelt down with a thump.
The Rakshasa is ruthless, and the Supreme Being forgets his feelings.
Before Wang Jian, the light must also bow its knees!
