early morning.
The sun rises in the east.
Below the Soul Burial Grand Canyon, violent vibrations sounded from time to time.
Clearly something big is happening at rock bottom.
"under!"
At this time, above the canyon, three figures passed by one after another. They were the master of Tianquan Hall, the commander of the silver-armored cavalry, Mu Shouzhi, and the Archbishop Qi Yu, one of the four red-clothed archbishops.
The appearance of Mu Shouzhi and Archbishop Qi Jing also means that Tianyu Palace has officially appeared.
Previously, even though the red clothes made the Western Regions go crazy, Tianyu Palace never sent anyone out. This shows that Li Ziye still has a lot of face.
"Go, get down."
Archbishop Prairie said something and immediately jumped down the valley.
Mu Shouzhi and the Master of Tianquan Hall jumped up to catch up and chased after each other.
at the same time.
Deep in the canyon, two afterimages passed one after another, passing through the rugged rocks. Wherever they passed, gravel flew and there was great movement.
At the front, Li Ziye ran as fast as he could, leading Holy Lord Yunying in circles, determined to consume the crazy woman behind him.
He knew that Holy Lord Yunying was seriously injured, and the longer it took, the better it would be for him.
"The cries of the clouds and all the rivers return to the sea!"
After chasing for more than half an hour, the distance did not close at all. Holy Lord Yunying was filled with anger and pointed at the condensed energy. The true energy gathered and turned into a stormy wave, suppressing the boy from the Li family in front.
"Holy Lord, don't waste your efforts!"
More than twenty feet away, Li Ziye spat without looking back, and immediately stepped on his feet, escaping in a different direction, heading towards another fork in the road.
With a bang, where Li Ziye was just now, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and boulders flew everywhere.
Behind, Holy Master Yunying saw someone dodge her attack again, and his chest heaved violently with anger.
Blood trickled out of the wound, staining his chest and clothes red. The injury gradually worsened as time passed.
Just as the Confucian leader expected, Holy Lord Yunying gradually fell into a disadvantage in this pursuit battle from the absolute advantage at the beginning. If he continued to pursue like this, he might even be dragged to death by Li Ziye.
With Li Ziye's character and quality, there would be absolutely no psychological burden in doing such things as adding insult to injury and taking advantage of his illness to kill him.
Of course, it is not that easy to kill a great cultivator in the Virtual Flower Realm. Moreover, the risk is relatively high, and it is difficult for ordinary people to do it.
At least, it must be supported by a large amount of elixirs so that it cannot be poisoned to death.
"Cough cough cough."
In the canyon, the bone-chilling cold wind blew through. Holy Lord Yunying covered his mouth and coughed violently several times. Blood overflowed from his fingertips, which was so dazzling.
Ahead, Li Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the mad woman coughing behind him.
The aura of Holy Lord Yunying was obviously much confused.
However, now is not the time, so wait and delay a little longer.
"puff!"
The two of them spent another quarter of an hour like this. Suddenly, Holy Lord Yunying stumbled and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Flying Immortal Technique, Za Da Wu Geng Han!"
The moment Holy Master Yun Ying's injury broke out, the sword was raised in front of him, and the afterimage shone before his eyes, turning back instantly.
The blade of the sword broke through the air, and with an unbelievable speed, it pierced the heart of Holy Lord Yunying.
"Guardian of Light!"
The sword edge was close, and Holy Master Yunying barely suppressed the injuries in his body. He raised his true energy to block the attack.
"boom!"
The light shook Chunjun, a violent impact sounded, and thunder surged, forcibly breaking through the light barrier.
"Purifying Heavenly Light!"
The moment the sword edge was about to touch Holy Lord Yunying, a cold voice sounded between heaven and earth, and then, a bright light fell from the sky.
Below, Li Ziye felt something and immediately left without any hesitation.
"Boy, you can't leave!"
At this moment, on the road ahead, the master of Tianquan Palace appeared with a spear, blocking the escape route of the young man in front of him.
"Holy Lord, are you okay?"
As he spoke, Archbishop Prairie appeared in red robes at the battle scene. He glanced at the Li family's legitimate son not far away, then looked away and asked.
"I'm fine."
Holy Master Yunying stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked indifferently, "Why is the Archbishop Praying for Hell here too?"
"The Palace Master has ordered us to come to help the Holy Lord." Archbishop Qi Yu said seriously.
"Master of Tianyu Palace?"
When Holy Master Yunying heard the scholar's order, he frowned slightly and said nothing more.
"Commander Mu, Master of Tianquan Palace, take action."
After briefly chatting with Holy Lord Yunying, Archbishop Qi Jing turned around and looked at the two people behind him and spoke.
"I think so too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Shouzhi came over with a long sword and blocked the other way.
From the three directions, Qi Yu, Mu Shouzhi, and Tian Quan respectively guarded one side, vowing to keep the legitimate son of the Li family in front of them in the Western Region forever.
"It came so quickly."
Li Ziye looked at the three people around him with cold eyes and said calmly, "It seems that your Tianyu Palace Master really wants to kill me."
"Young Master Li is serious. We are just following the order of the Palace Master to invite you back to Tianyu Palace as a guest."
Archbishop Qi Yu responded calmly, "I hope Mr. Li will not make things difficult for us."
"Whether it's difficult or not depends on your ability."
Li Ziye said something, clenching the swords with both hands, his true energy surged, and his aura rose sharply.
Archbishop Prairie noticed that the young man in front of him was approaching the fifth realm, and his expression became slightly condensed.
The legitimate son of the Li family is only half a step away from entering the fifth realm. If we can't capture him today, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles in the future.
The strength of those who are lucky can never be regarded by common sense. This is common sense and a fact.
Twenty years ago, the palace master who entered the fifth realm for the first time defeated Zhang Junshi, a swordsman in the world. In one battle, he shocked the world.
Therefore, today, in order to capture the Li family's legitimate son, the palace master sent the three of them to come together.
One is in the late stage of the Five Realms, and two are in the middle stage of the Five Realms.
Moreover, they are all in peak condition.
Outside the battle, Holy Lord Yunying fell silent when he saw the legitimate son of the Li family trapped in the middle.
If Tianyu Palace intervenes in this matter, this boy has no chance of survival.
"Holy Lord, won't you take action?"
In the middle of the battle, Li Ziye glanced at Holy Lord Yunying outside the battle, and said sarcastically, "Anyway, there are already three fifth realms, and there is no less Holy Lord."
"I am injured, so I will not get involved."
Holy Lord Yunying responded coldly, turned and walked away, with no intention of joining forces with the three of them.
Fighting three fifth realms and one fourth realm is really not a glorious thing.
There was no need for her to interfere.
During the battle, Li Ziye saw Holy Lord Yunying walking away and glanced at the three people present, the coldness in his eyes flashing away.
That scholar really thinks highly of him.
There are three people in the fifth realm, including a red archbishop in the late stage of the fifth realm. This lineup is really luxurious.
The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. It can be seen that the scholar's book is not in vain.
"Futian fight!"
The battle was about to begin, and Li Ziye didn't hesitate anymore. The two swords in his hands turned around, Futian opened the secret technique, and his true energy charged into Shenzang!
