Stunning beauty

Western battlefield.

The iron cavalry charged at each other, and behind the iron cavalry, there were even larger numbers of infantry, and the sound of killing was loud.

Tao Yaoyao personally led the army into the camp of Tianyu's army, killing until her eyes turned red.

Without the Holy Sword of Judgment, no one in the entire Heavenly Mandate army can check and balance the Great Merchant Rakshasa King.

In the battle situation, Tao Yaoyao was full of blood and evil spirit, with a sword, she was invincible, and there was no one alive under the sword.

As a last resort, Mu Shouzhi looted his body and teamed up with six masters in the army to block the astonishingly powerful Rakshasa King.

Seven to one.

The battle became fierce in an instant.

On the road to martial arts, men generally have some advantages over women.

However, there are always exceptions.

From the very high-quality Qin Grace, to the gentle and virtuous Confucian Chen Qiaoer, to the great merchant Rakshasa king Tao Yaoyao, each of them is the world's top master.

Especially Tao Yaoyao, who entered the Tao by killing and cutting, and the terrifying increase in combat power can be described as rapid progress.

Even King Triumph, the head of the Ten Martial Kings of the Great Merchant, dare not say now, in the battle of life and death, what kind of bargain he can get from this Rakshasa King.

In the middle of the battlefield, Tao Yaoyao's expression didn't change when facing the combination of seven people alone, and the attack was so fierce and ruthless that the seven people couldn't breathe.

But in another battle situation.

The battle between King Triumph and Wen Daoran was also inextricably fought.

Wen Daoran, who was tricked by Li Ziye, was eroded by the Gluttonous Gu, making it difficult for him to do his best, and the situation became more and more unfavorable.

Slashing with the saber, showing his arrogance, Wen Daoran, who was restrained by his martial arts, was already a little powerless in the face of the triumphant king's open and close tactics.

"boom!"

The saber and the power of light collided with each other, and the blood from Wen Daoran's mouth overflowed again, and he retreated again and again.

The situation was unfavorable, Wen Daoran didn't want to fight for a long time, and he wanted to get away and leave.

but.

With such a good opportunity, how could King Triumph be willing to go back to the mountain and let the old guy in front of him go back.

"The sunset over the long river!"

The saber is raised, the light of the saber is soaring into the sky, the might of the army is mighty, and the sky and the earth are shaking.

In order to prevent Wen Daoran from leaving, the God of the Great Merchant Army showed his full strength and cut down with a single knife, and the land of hundreds of feet was separated at the sound.

"Guardian of Light!"

As the light of the saber approached, Wen Daoran's expression changed, and the power of the surrounding light was fully utilized to protect him.

"Uh!"

Surprised to see the saber piercing the light, amidst the violent impact, Wen Daoran groaned, and blood gushed out from his chest, staining his robe red.

far away.

Seeing the unfavorable situation in the two battles, Yan Xiaoyu's face darkened. Standing in the army, he was mobilized by the divine power of light and accumulated continuously, wanting to relieve the danger of the old palace master first.

The divine power is mighty, stepping on layers, surpassing the limit of the realm, and gathering quickly.

"God, what are you doing?"

at this time.

On the battlefield, a glimpse of the aurora flashed past, and in an instant, it came to Yan Xiaoyu, and the fine steel fan turned into a deadly sword, slashing towards Yan Xiaoyu's throat.

The crisis struck without warning, Yan Xiaoyu's heart trembled, and she subconsciously leaned back.

The fine steel fan brushed across the throat, and a few strands of long hair fell off, and Hades took his life by a hair's breadth.

"you again!"

Yan Xiaoyu stepped back a few steps, 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 twirled the fine steel fan in his hand, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that I couldn't cut off Your Excellency's head just now."

It has to be said that the life of this rotten fish is really serious.

Fighting so many times, he couldn't kill him every time.

As expected of the Son of Light, he is simply an invincible Xiaoqiang.

"Those who blaspheme the light will be punished by God!"

Yan Xiaoyu said something with a cold expression, and the divine power of light kept gushing out, surging and astonishing.

"Give up struggling, I won't give you time to magnify your moves."

Seeing that this rotten fish was about to accumulate divine power again, Li Ziye's figure flashed past, and the fine steel fan in his hand stabbed the former's throat.

Yan Xiaoyu leaned her body to avoid the fan, and then slapped out with a mighty palm.

However, Li Ziye's figure disappeared again before his palm strength reached him.

The speed is as fast as the limit, which is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu's face became more and more serious, and after several moves, he always felt like his fist was hitting the cotton, which was very uncomfortable.

Li Ziye, too soon.

Especially after changing the weapon, there is even less time for direct confrontation. A fine steel fan, divided and closed, is full of bells and whistles, making it hard to guard against.

"wrong!"

In the confrontation of ten moves, Yan Xiaoyu blocked the eighteen fan bones coming through the air with one palm. However, the last one was so dazzling and powerful that it was far more powerful than the previous eighteen.

"Guardian of Light!"

Not daring to be careless, Yan Xiaoyu gathered all her kung fu, and the divine power of light surged to block in front of her.

Unexpectedly.

The last sharp ray pierced 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 cascade of dazzling blood.

"Uh!"

A muffled groan sounded, blood stained the robe.

"Bright God Stone!"

Yan Xiaoyu was shocked when he saw the stone on the fan bone on his chest.

"It turns out that this thing has the ability to break armor."

While speaking, Li Ziye's figure rushed over, reached out to hold the fan bone, and then stabbed three points in.

The dark red blood flowed in moors, dyeing all the robes in front of Yan Xiaoyu's body red.

Caught off guard and severely injured, Yan Xiaoyu stepped back and back again, concentrating his divine power, and immediately counterattacked with a palm.

Li Ziye stepped forward, pulled out the fan bone, and retreated five zhang away.

Nineteen fan bones were merged, and a crystal clear sacred stone was embedded in the middle one. The workmanship was rough, but simple and practical.

The same is light, the light god stone does have an armor-piercing effect on the power of light, light does not block light.

Li Ziye didn't know it before, but it didn't seem too late to know it now after practicing it.

"Son of God, if I don't need to wait for you to stop the bleeding, I will come again!"

Li Ziye looked at the blood pooling on Yan Xiaoyu's chest, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and immediately rushed forward again.

Today, he must stab this grandson to death!

"Buddha."

When the armies of the Great Merchant and the Temple of Heaven were fighting, a group of people who came together looked at the north in the distance, and one of them said, "It seems that there is a war ahead."

"Amitabha."

Sanzang recited the Buddha's name, and said with an expression of impatience, "My Buddha is merciful. Now that wars are raging, I don't know how many people will be displaced."

"The situation here is much better than that in the northern border of Dashang."

On the side, Qingqing said indifferently, "The western region is sparsely populated, so it won't affect too many people."

"Buddha, what should we do now, do we still have to go forward?" Another person asked from behind.

"Continue to go."

Sanzang nodded and said, "See if there is anything we can do. After the battle is over, we can also help save those wounded soldiers."

"There are so many wounded soldiers, we only have a dozen of them, how many can we save, and who should we save?" the middle-aged man beside Sanzang asked in a deep voice.

"To save one is one."

Sanzang said calmly, "As for which side to save, it depends."