Stunning beauty

Western battlefield.

Wen Daoran, the former lord of the Temple of Heavenly Mandates, showed up. It was the first time in 20 years that he made a move. He wanted to teach a certain junior who spoke badly.

pity.

Li Ziye, who often walked by the river, was always prepared to be beaten, and the moment Wen Dao suddenly moved, he took the first step to hide.

Hundreds of feet away, under the pressure of the divine power of light, everything in the place where Li Ziye was before was purified by the divine power of light and disappeared completely.

"Disgusting, perverted!"

He couldn't beat him with his hands, but he absolutely couldn't admit defeat with his mouth, Li Ziye continued to curse.

His uncle, how powerful is this grandson.

Those who were defeated by that scholar are all so strong?

Wen Daoran frowned slightly when he heard the cursing sound of the kid in front of him. How could a kid be so uneducated.

"The oracle of light!"

Wen Daoran raised his hand, and suddenly, endless light divine power descended from the sky, intending to deal with the unclean kid in front of him with one move.

"Old guy, you are quite old, if you take action against me, a junior, don't you feel ashamed!"

The moment Li Ziye saw Wen Daoran lift up, he fled a hundred feet away again, still cursing non-stop.

Wen Daoran frowned again, and saw that the kid in front of him was astonishingly fast, so he stopped hesitating, activated with the divine power of light all over him, and prepared to use a wide range of moves.

"King Triumph, if you don't make a move, I'll die!"

Seeing this, Li Ziye retreated again and again, and shouted loudly at the same time.

This grandson is about to fire a map cannon, he really may not be able to avoid it.

"Mr. Sanyu, don't worry, I'm here, no one can touch you!"

At this moment, on the battlefield, King Triumph came striding forward, one step at a time, and immediately, the saber came out and slashed down.

The light of the knife pierces the sky, and the mountain can be opened.

The power of triumph is unrivaled.

"Ok?"

Wen Daoran felt it, turned his palm and greeted him with a move.

The divine power of light and the light of the knife collided, and in an instant, the aftermath of the incomparable rage swayed violently.

After a single strike, King Triumph stepped into the battle, slashing with his saber, opening and closing.

Wen Daoran embraced the power of light, and greeted the power of the saber. In a blink of an eye, several moves clashed, and the power was earth-shattering.

Both of them are the strongest fighters at the pinnacle of martial arts, and when they make a move, they show shocking strength.

far away.

Seeing Wen Daoran being stopped by King Triumph, Li Ziye breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

Fortunately, there is King Triumph, otherwise, he really wouldn't dare to be so stubborn.

Hatred is not casual.

"Commander, here I come again!"

Li Ziye looked at Mu Shouzhi not far away, grinned, and rushed forward again.

Mu Shouzhi came back to his senses, and immediately rushed to the other side of the battle, unwilling to be dragged back by the kid in front of him.

"Commander, don't go!"

Seeing that Mu Shouzhi was about to run, Li Ziye threw out the folding fan in his hand. Immediately, sword lights streaked across, step by step, and the cold light was dazzling.

Mu Shouzhi's face darkened, he stopped, and swung his sword to block the sword lights coming through the air.

Mu Shouzhi's face was extremely ugly as his body was blocked one after another, wishing to strike him to death with a sword.

"Commander, I will be embarrassed if you look at me like this."

Li Ziye held the fine steel fan that flew back, gently opened it, slapped it, and said with a smile, "You were the one who wanted to fight me, but now you're going back on your word. You people in the Temple of Heaven are really hard to serve."

On the other side of the battle, Tao Yaoyao, who saw that Li Ziye was fine, once again focused on Guangming Shenzi in front of him, and the figure flew by, and he slashed at him with a sword.

She chopped up this rotten fish, and that scholar must also be heartbroken.

"Human sword, it is too powerful to move the world!"

Unwilling to fight for a long time, in order to avoid changes, Tao Yaoyao's move is the three unique moves. In an instant, the sword breaks through the wind and clouds, and the murderous aura shakes the sky and the earth.

In the other two battles, Mu Shouzhi and Wen Daoran felt it, and their expressions changed. They wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

The corners of Li Ziye's mouth curved slightly, it seemed that his wave of hatred was not in vain.

If Wen Daoran is lured away, no one will be able to stop the little uncle from chopping up that rotten fish.

"boom!"

In the shocking eyes of everyone, the Supreme Sword fell, the moment when the Son of Light was about to die.

Variable regeneration!

An indescribable force erupted from Yan Xiaoyu's body, blocking the Supreme Sword suddenly.

The majestic divine power of light is so pure, even when Wen Daoran appeared just now, it was several times more pure.

On the battlefield, everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

"This is?"

at the same time.

Western Regions.

In the Hall of Heavenly Mandates, on the high throne, the scholar opened his eyes and looked east, narrowing them slightly.

Godly.

How could there be divine power in Yan Xiaoyu's body?

Taixue Palace, East Campus.

In the vegetable garden, Kong Qiu, the leader of the Confucianism sect, also felt this incomparable power. He looked to the west, and a strange color flashed in his old eyes.

The power of the gods.

It seems that someone has made a deal with the gods again.

People are not enough to swallow elephants.

Western battlefield.

Li Ziye was shocked when he saw the divine power erupting from Yan Xiaoyu in front of him.

This is?

The power of the God of Light in the Land of Extreme Night!

In this way, Yan Xiaoyu has also seen the God of Light.

Not good.

Yan Xiaoyu must have agreed to something, otherwise, it would be impossible to obtain the power of the God of Light.

"Commander, borrow the holy sword!"

During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu, who had exposed the power of the gods, no longer concealed it, and forcibly borrowed the sword with his right hand.

Pulled by the divine power of light, the Holy Sword of Judgment flew out of Mu Shouzhi's hand uncontrollably, and flew towards the other side of the battle.

"I want to borrow a sword, have you asked my master yet?"

Seeing this, Li Ziye's figure flitted across in an instant, and the folding fan in his hand turned into nineteen streamers of light and flew out, trying to block the Holy Sword of Judgment.

"Jumping Clown."

Yan Xiaoyu had a mocking look on her face, her divine power was surging, and her power was shocking.

In the void, the Holy Sword of Judgment shook away nineteen sharp swords made of bones, and continued to fly to the front of the battle.

Seeing that the holy sword is about to fly.

In front.

A figure in Tsing Yi followed, and sneered, "Joker? Son of God, it's just divine power, I've seen it before."

The words fell.

The aura of four images appeared all over Li Ziye's body. While reaching out to hold the sword, he forcibly sealed the power of light in the Holy Sword of Judgment.

With a bang, the sword's edge fell to the ground, removing the excess power.

The astonishing scene shocked everyone present.