Stunning beauty

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Westbound.

The flames are everywhere.

On the battlefield of thousands of troops, in three battles, King Triumph, King Luocha, and Li Ziye all had the upper hand. The only goal was to kill the opponent in front of them.

Although, it's not that easy.

Both Wen Daoran and Mu Shouzhi are great practitioners at the level of the five realms, and it is not easy to kill the five realms.

And Yan Xiaoyu, although he has not yet entered the five realms, is only half a step away. With the power of light, he is not far behind even a true five realm practitioner.

It is also very troublesome to kill.

Therefore, in the three battles, although King Triumph, King Rakshasa, and Li Ziye had the upper hand, if they wanted to kill their opponents, it would not be possible to do so in a short while.

"Human sword!"

In the middle of the battle, Tao Yaoyao had one against seven, and the battle was extremely hot, and the three swords of the three absolutes came out in response.

The sword light passed, and the blood was like a waterfall.

In the battle situation, the heads of the two flew up, which was shocking.

Coming out in blood, Tao Yaoyao's murderousness became even more intense, she slashed down with a sword, and another person's arm flew away, screaming loudly.

Battle in the distance.

Li Ziye's eyelids twitched several times when he saw the fierce side of his junior uncle.

So brutal.

It seems that on weekdays, the little martial uncle is already very gentle to him.

"The oracle of light!"

In the three battlefields, under the unfavorable situation, Wen Daoran, Mu Shouzhi, and Yan Xiaoyu performed the secret technique of the Temple of Heaven at the same time.

King Triumph, King Rakshasa, and Li Ziye didn't dare to be careless when they saw this, they charged forward with all their strength.

But heard three earth-shattering collision sounds.

In three battles, six people were dyed vermilion together.

Head-to-head, no one can please.

Of course, injuries vary in severity, and if you trade injuries for injuries, you will eventually be unable to hold on.

"Son of God, come again."

In the third battle, Li Ziye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, looked at Yan Xiaoyu, who was almost dead, and rushed forward again.

This rotten fish couldn't be killed today, he ate the holy sword of judgment as a snack!

"boom!"

The strength of the palms merged, the true qi collided with each other, and the battle situation was instantly shaken.

Yan Xiaoyu, who was seriously injured, was hit by Yu Jin, and blood spurted out from the wound on his chest again, adding to the injury.

Ten steps away, Li Ziye suppressed the surging blood in his body, and charged forward again.

His uncle, even if he exchanged one for one today, he would kill this grandson in exchange!

Why can't his Son of Destiny kill a Poshen Son!

"Old Palace Master, Son of God!"

In another battle situation, Mu Shouzhi, who was also in a precarious situation, saw that the old palace master and Shenzi were in critical condition, and felt extremely anxious.

If things go on like this, they might all end up here!

Emergency moment.

above the sky.

Suddenly, the light flourished.

Within a radius of thirty miles, a majestic and surging light force descended from the sky and sank into the bodies of the three of them.

Immediately, within the bodies of Wen Daoran, Mu Shouzhi, and Yan Xiaoyu, the power of light recovered, temporarily suppressing their injuries.

"Fuck!"

During the battle, seeing this situation, Li Ziye looked at the sky with a shocked look on his face.

Nima, it's already at this time, and another moth has appeared?

But see the light.

Two figures walked out, one was Li Ziye's old acquaintance, one of the four great red-clothed archbishops of the Temple of Heaven, Liu Rongnv.

The other person, who was also wearing a red divine robe, had a much stronger aura than Liu Rongnv, and was actually the second of the four great red-clothed archbishops.

"retreat!"

After temporarily recovering his strength, Mu Shouzhi made a decisive decision and shouted in a deep voice.

In the first battle, Wen Daoran flipped his palm to raise Yuan, slapped out with one palm, and immediately stepped on his feet, retreating quickly.

"I want to leave, has my king allowed it?"

The King of Triumph snorted coldly, his saber held up to the sky, and all the overbearing true energy penetrated into the saber, and immediately chopped down with his sword, smashing Huashan with all his might.

The saber fell.

Amidst the violent collision, the light shattered in response.

"what!"

Amidst the screams of pain, Wen Daoran's arm snapped off, blood staining the blue sky red.

Another battle.

Tao Yaoyao's figure flitted past, the sword was like thunder, and a sword pierced into Mu Shouzhi's left shoulder, a terrifying force erupted, instantly destroying his shoulder bone.

Bloody water gushes out like a waterfall, so dazzling.

The third battle.

Li Ziye rushed over, slashing with the fine steel fan in his hand, directly poking Yan Xiaoyu's heart.

Yan Xiaoyu took two steps back to avoid the sharp edge of the iron fan.

just.

The iron fan continued to attack, and the moment when the God of Light shone brightly in the sky, the brilliance flourished.

Yan Xiaoyu retreated quickly, but saw the iron fan pass by again, his eyes flickered, and an unbearable sting came.

"Son of God, retreat!"

this moment.

In the void, Liu Rongnv rushed over, raised her hand to grab Yan Xiaoyu, and retreated quickly.

the other side.

The Archbishop of Qi Prison also came to Mu Shouzhi's side, slapped out his palm, and immediately took the latter away.

"Run really fast!"

Tao Yaoyao blocked the palm force that pierced through the air with a sword, and looked at the two people who were going away, with a flash of coldness in her eyes.

The last battle.

Wen Daoran, who had a broken arm, endured the severe pain, took advantage of the momentum, and also swept out of the battle.

In the three battles, one had a broken arm, one had shattered shoulder bones, one had both eyes injured, and all were seriously injured.

If it wasn't for Liu Rongnv and Qi Prison to intervene, the three five-level combat powers in Tianyu Hall might all be lost on the battlefield today.

"It won't kill them."

In the middle of the battlefield, Li Ziye closed the iron fan, walked back, and said with regret on his face.

"Even if you don't die, you're useless."

Tao Yaoyao retracted her sword and said with a cold expression, "Next time we meet, we'll kill them all!"

"Little uncle is mighty and domineering." Li Ziye smiled.

"loquacious."

Tao Yaoyao calmed down a little, and said, "It's really a pity, I thought it could solve at least one of the five realms of the Tianyu Palace."

"Wen Daoran's arm was broken, and his strength must have been greatly damaged. Mu Shouzhi's injury must have been extremely serious with the sword of the little martial uncle. The two of them in the five realms, in a short period of time, are nothing to worry about."

Li Ziye responded with a smile, "As for Yan Xiaoyu, she is blind, so she won't be able to make any waves for a while."

While talking, the two walked to the rear of the army.

When King Triumph saw the two of them, he apologized, "I'm sorry, Wen Daoran escaped, and Mr. San Yu's plan was wasted."

"The Triumph King needs no apology."

Li Ziye smiled and said, "I also failed to kill the Son of Light. The incident happened so suddenly, no one would have expected that two red-clothed archbishops would be dispatched at once from the Temple of Heaven."

"It was indeed too sudden."

King Triumph nodded, and said, "It seems that the scholar had calculated something, so he sent two archbishops in red to help."

"Amitabha."

While the three were talking, a group of figures approached in the distance, and the two leading them were Qingqing and the little monk Sanzang.

On the battlefield, corpses were strewn all over the field, and there were countless wounded.

Sanzang squatted down and helped up a severely wounded general of the Great Merchant, the Buddha energy surged all over his body to stop the blood flowing for him.

"Monk?"

King Triumph saw the little novice in the distance, his expression was startled, and he said in surprise, "This monk has a strange aura on his body."

"It's the Buddhist son of Qingdeng Temple, Sanzang."

At the side, Tao Yaoyao looked at the two familiar figures in front of her, and said in a concentrated voice, "However, the trouble is that girl."

"trouble?"

King Triumph said in surprise, "There are not many people who can trouble King Rakshasa."

"If King Triumph knew her name, he might feel the same way."

Tao Yaoyao said in a deep voice, "That girl is the goddess of the Yaozu, Qingqing."

"Monster Goddess?"

King Triumph was shocked when he heard the words, and his face showed disbelief.

Didn't the demon goddess have retreated to the extreme north, why did she come to the world again?

"Qingqing."

At the edge of the battlefield, Sanzang sensed the gaze from a distance, and said softly, "Let's go and say thank you. Back then in the capital city of Dashang, King Rakshasa also helped us."

There were too many people who helped them in that big wedding.

"Ah."

On the side, Qingqing nodded in response, and walked forward.

soon.

The two walked to the rear of the Shang army and went to thank them.

"This master, next Zhang Sanyu, be polite."

The two walked up, but before they could speak, Li Ziye had already stepped forward and said with a grin.

This little bald donkey gets uglier the longer he grows!

Sanzang looked at the strange young man in front of him, his expression was startled, and after a while, he seemed to realize something, and his mind was shocked.

This familiar feeling, isn't it?

"Mr. Sanyu, be polite!"

After a few breaths, Sanzang came back to his senses, and under someone's threatening gaze, he politely returned the salute.

I haven't seen you for two years, and it's only the early stage of the fourth realm, Zhencai!