The sun sets in the west, and the sky breaks in front of the mountain.
Tao Yaoyao, Li Ziye, and Sanzang blocked the road and intercepted Shenzi and Wen Daoran. The battle was extremely fierce.
Li Ziye very considerately stopped the three hundred silver-armored cavalry, leaving the opponent and the battlefield to those in need.
Both Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu were very troublesome opponents. How could Li Ziye, as smart as he was, cause trouble for himself.
During the battle, the fine steel fan passed by, and with its powerful armor-breaking ability, nearly half of the three hundred silver armored cavalry were quickly killed or injured.
The Silver Armored Cavalry has always been known for its unrivaled impact and defense. However, in front of Li Ziye's amazing speed and armor-breaking ability, all the advantages of the Silver Armored Cavalry were wiped out.
It's not that the Silver Armored Cavalry is not strong, but that Li Ziye's martial arts characteristics just restrain the Silver Armored Cavalry's combat style.
"Well!"
Cold light flashed across, blood spurted out from the throat of a silver-armored cavalry, and he suddenly fell off his horse. The remaining one hundred or so silver-armored cavalry lost another 30% in the blink of an eye.
On the fine steel fan, dots of vermilion fell, and it was no longer known how many people's blood was stained.
Nowadays, Li Ziye no longer has any mercy. If he takes action, he will definitely lose his life.
The plain green clothes were still neat and not stained by any blood.
Among the three battles, only on Li Ziye's side, the battle was coming to an end.
Of course, the main reason is because Li Ziye's opponent is the weakest.
"boom!"
In the distance, in the fiercest battle, the Supreme Sword was unstoppable. Wen Daoran bent his knees, his clothes were dyed red, and his injuries were getting worse.
The master of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, who used to be so aloof, now bows his knees in front of others. How can he endure such humiliation?
"You deserve to die!"
Angry in his heart, Wen Daoran burst out with all the power of light and fought back forcefully.
Standing at the top, how can you stop here!
"Old guy, you are no longer the master of Tianyu Palace back then!"
Tao Yaoyao stepped forward to avoid the force of his palm. After a moment, his body turned back and his sword pierced the air, sending the evil energy to the sky.
With a loud bang, the sword fell like a mountain, its power breaking through the mountains!
Wen Daoran raised his hand, and the power of light surged, blocking the powerful sword.
Rumbling vibrations resounded through the wilderness, and the ground cracked under their feet, spreading hundreds of feet away.
The battle at the pinnacle of martial arts is so fierce and shocking.
In front of Wang Jian, Guangming was frustrated, and a little blood dripped from the corner of Wen Daoran's mouth, dyeing the clothes in front of him red.
Having lost an arm and been seriously injured, the former master of Tianyu Palace is now in danger.
A broken arm is an extremely serious injury for both ordinary people and martial arts masters. It is not just a matter of words that two fists are difficult to beat with four hands.
The sword madman who has broken through the fifth realm has been greatly reduced in combat power due to his broken arm, and has not yet been able to return to his peak.
The sword madman is like this, let alone Wen Daoran who has not yet transcended the five realms.
It was precisely for this reason that Tao Yaoyao personally blocked the road and killed him while he was sick!
In the western sky, the afterimage is like blood, which seems to indicate that in today's battle, someone will die.
"Son of God, retreat!"
Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable, Wen Daoran glanced at the battle situation in the distance and shouted in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Daoran's whole body was filled with divine light, which forced the Rakshasa King away from him, and he was about to retreat immediately.
"Old Palace Master, you can't leave!"
Just when Wen Daoran was about to escape.
In the distance, a fine steel fan shot through the air, its sharp edge cutting off its escape.
The stainless steel fan embedded with the divine stone of light was indestructible. Even Wen Daoran did not dare to ignore it. He concentrated the power of light in his palm and blocked the iron fan.
A moment of obstruction.
From behind, the Supreme Sword comes again, ruthlessly killing him.
Wen Daoran's expression darkened, and he turned around to block the life-threatening sword again.
The palm swords clashed, the aftermath shook, and the waves of dust surged.
Outside the battle, Li Ziye reached out to hold the stainless steel fan that flew back, and stepped forward.
Behind him, all three hundred silver-armored cavalry were killed, and there was no one left alive.
"you!"
Wen Daoran looked at the two people one after another, his expression changing again and again.
Oops!
Normally, he might not be afraid of these two people, but now that he had lost an arm and was injured, his strength was greatly reduced, and he had to find a way to escape.
"Start now, two on one."
Li Ziye looked calm and said, "The old palace master is so powerful, I guess he won't care."
I originally wanted to help the young monk first, but I didn't expect that this old guy was so spineless and tried to escape as soon as he started fighting. So I had to help the young master uncle first.
I hope the little monk can gain some momentum. He is already a mature little monk and can kill NPCs by himself.
"King Rakshasa, if you fight him head-on, I will find an opportunity to stab him to death."
Li Ziye turned the iron fan in his hand and said openly and openly.
"good!"
Tao Yaoyao nodded, a murderous aura gushing out from his body, which was frightening.
"God's oracle."
Before the crisis of life and death, Wen Daoran could not care about anything else. He was seriously injured and showed the light magic for the first time.
"The Divine Flame of Light!"
The most powerful secret method of the Temple of Heaven, the divine magic of light appears in the world. In an instant, the power of heaven moves the world, and the divine flames scare ghosts and gods.
"Your uncle!"
When Li Ziye saw this, he immediately retreated, not daring to touch him head-on.
Although he has high attack and fast speed, his cultivation is not enough and he is squishy.
Blocking the magic of light is simply seeking death.
"Human sword."
During the battle, Tao Yaoyao saw Wen Daoran perform the divine magic, without dodge or dodge, the sword reappeared, striking the divine flame of light head-on.
Suddenly, the sword soared into the sky, breaking through mountains and rivers with force.
next moment.
The two most powerful forces collided, causing the heaven and earth to shake, and the sun and moon to flip over.
Blood splashed like a waterfall, dyeing the battlefield red.
"Well!"
After the aftermath, Tao Yaoyao groaned, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been severely injured by the direct attack on the divine magic.
Similarly, Wen Daoran was hit by the residual force and took several steps back. Half of his body was stained red, and his injuries became more and more serious.
rear.
Li Ziye caught a glimpse of the opportunity and swung out the fine steel fan in his hand, instantly turning sharp swords and flying towards all the vital points around Wen Daoran's body.
"Shameless young man!"
Wen Daoran forcibly stabilized his body, shouted angrily, and turned his palms to block the sharp rays coming from the air.
The power of light impacted, and the fan bones were blown away.
Unexpectedly.
Among the nineteen fan bones, one fan bone passed through the air silently, directly breaking Wen Daoran's body-protecting Qi and penetrating his right knee.
With a thud, Wen Daoran staggered and knelt down again.
"mean!"
Wen Daoran was furious and endured the severe pain in his right knee. He stood up forcefully and rushed forward, wanting to deal with the despicable kid in front of him first.
"Old Palace Master, everyone is destined to die. You have lived long enough, why not just surrender and kill!"
Li Ziye said in a calm tone, and the figure passed by, quickly retreating a hundred feet away, avoiding the fatal counterattack of the old guy in front of him.
However.
Just as Li Ziye avoided it, his expression suddenly changed.
not good!
"Little bald donkey, be careful!"
Li Ziye looked back and shouted urgently.
Under the setting sun, Wen Daoran's figure was seen passing quickly. After seeing Li Ziye avoid it, he did not stop at all and rushed to the other side of the battle situation.
The shocking palm struck Sanzang in the middle of the battle.
"Three times of enlightenment, even a bright mirror is not a stand!"
Sanzang sensed it and merged the two powers of demon and Buddha to forcefully activate the body-protecting move.
With a bang, the light destroyed the demon Buddha, Wen Daoran shattered the Buddha's absolute defense with a palm, and landed on Sanzang's back.
A huge force came, and Sanzang's figure flew out. After landing, he staggered a few steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, he heard Li Ziye's reminder at the last moment and managed to protect his vital points.
"Old man!"
Li Ziye's eyes were full of anger, his figure passed by, and he swung out the folding fan again.
In the battle ahead, Wen Daoran seemed to be unaware, grabbing Yan Xiaoyu and sending him away with one palm.
"Son of God, I can't leave! Remember today's shame, and help me take revenge in the future!"
