Stunning beauty

Chapter 808 Good and Evil

The sun sets in the west, in front of Tianduan Mountain.

Tao Yaoyao, Li Ziye, and Sanzang blocked the way to intercept Shenzi and Wen Daoran, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Li Ziye thoughtfully stopped the three hundred silver armored cavalry, leaving the opponent and the battlefield to those in need.

Both Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu are very troublesome opponents, as shrewd as Li Ziye, how could they make trouble for themselves.

During the battle, the fan of fine steel flew across, and with the powerful armor-piercing ability, nearly half of the three hundred silver-armored cavalry were killed or injured.

The Silver Armored Cavalry has always been known for its invincible impact and defense. However, before Li Ziye's astonishing speed and armor-piercing 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 fighting style of the silver-armored cavalry.

"Uh!"

A cold light flashed across, and a silver-armored cavalry gushed blood from the throat, and fell off the horse. The remaining 100 silver-armored cavalry lost [-]% in a blink of an eye.

On the fine steel fan, vermilion fell little by little, and it was already stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.

Today's Li Ziye no longer has any kindness, and if he makes a move, he will definitely kill him.

The plain Tsing Yi was still neat and clean, not stained with blood.

Of the three battles, only on Li Ziye's side, the battle was coming to an end.

Of course, the main reason was because Li Ziye's opponent was the weakest.

"boom!"

In the distance, in the most intense battle situation, the Supreme Sword was unstoppable, Wen Daoran bowed his knees, his clothes were dyed red, and his wounds added to his wounds.

The Lord of the Heavenly Mandate Hall, who used to be aloof, bowed his knees in front of others. How could he endure such humiliation.

"You deserve death!"

Angry in his heart, Wen Daoran burst out with all the power of light, and counterattacked forcefully.

Standing at the top, how can you stop here!

"Old guy, you are no longer the master of the Heavenly Mandate Palace!"

Tao Yaoyao stepped on her foot to avoid the palm strength of the former, and after a moment, she turned back, the sword of Jue pierced through the air, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.

With a bang, the sword fell like a mountain, breaking through a thousand junctures!

Wen Daoran raised his hand, and the power of light surged to block the sword of Qianjun.

Rumbling vibrations resounded through the wilderness, and the ground cracked under the feet of the two of them, spreading hundreds of feet away.

The battle at the pinnacle of martial arts was fierce and shocking.

In front of Wang Jian, Guangming was frustrated, and blood dripped from the corner of Wen Daoran's mouth, staining the clothes in front of him red.

Having lost an arm and was seriously injured, the former Master of the Heavenly Mandate Palace is now in danger.

A broken arm is an extremely serious injury, no matter for ordinary people or martial arts masters. The reason why two fists are no match for four hands is not just talk.

Jian Chi, who has broken through the fifth stage, has been greatly reduced in combat power because of the broken arm, and has not yet recovered to the peak.

This is true for Jian Chi, let alone Wen Daoran who has not transcended the five realms.

It was also for this reason that Tao Yaoyao blocked the way and killed him personally, taking advantage of his illness to kill him!

In the western sky, afterimages are like blood, which seems to indicate that people will die in today's battle.

"Son of God, retreat!"

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable, Wen Daoran glanced at the battle situation in the distance, and shouted in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, Wen Daoran's body was full of divine light, he forcibly shook the Rakshasa King away, and 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 pierced through the air, its sharp edge was dazzling, and it cut off the way back.

The fine steel fan embedded with the Divine Stone of Light is invincible, even Wen Daoran dared not ignore it, he condensed the power of light in his palm and blocked the iron fan.

A momentary block.

In the rear, the sword of the Supreme Master came again, ruthlessly forcing his life.

Wen Daoran's expression sank, he turned around and blocked the deadly sword again.

As the swords clashed, the aftermath shook and the dust surged.

Outside the battle situation, Li Ziye stretched out his hand to hold the fine steel fan that flew back, and stepped forward.

Behind him, all three hundred silver-armored cavalry died in battle, leaving no one alive.

"you!"

Wen Daoran looked at the two people one behind the other, his expression changed again and again.

Oops!

Normally, he might not be afraid of these two people, but now that he has lost an arm and is injured, his strength has been greatly reduced, so he must find a way to escape.

"Start now, two-on-one."

Li Ziye said calmly, "The old palace master is so powerful, so he probably wouldn't care."

Originally, I wanted to help the little monk first, but I didn't expect that this old guy was so spineless, he was about to run away at the beginning of the fight, so he had to help the little uncle first.

I hope the little monk can fight for his strength, he is already a mature little monk, and he can kill NPCs by himself.

"King Rakshasa, you fight him head-on, I'll find a chance to stab him to death."

Li Ziye twirled the iron fan in his hand, and said without hesitation.

"it is good!"

Tao Yaoyao nodded, and the evil spirit kept gushing out from her body, with a chilling and murderous aura that made people shudder.

"Heavenly oracle."

Before the life-and-death crisis, Wen Daoran didn't care about other things, it was better than being seriously injured and showing the magic of light for the first time.

"Bright Divine Flame!"

The most powerful secret technique in the Temple of Heavenly Mandate, the magic of light, appears in the world. In an instant, the power of heaven moves the world, and the flames of the gods startle ghosts and gods.

"Your uncle!"

Seeing this, Li Ziye immediately backed away, not daring to touch him head-on.

Although he has high attack and fast speed, but his cultivation base is not enough, his skin is crispy.

Forcibly blocking the light magic is purely courting death.

"Human sword."

During the battle, Tao Yaoyao saw Wen Daoran cast the Divine Mandate of Heaven, neither dodging nor dodging, the Absolute Sword reappeared, head-on to challenge the Bright Divine Flame.

Immediately, the sword soared into the sky, breaking through mountains and rivers with force.

next moment.

The two powerful forces collided and touched the eyes, the sky and the earth shook, and the sun and the moon turned.

Blood splashed like a waterfall, dyeing the battlefield red.

"Uh!"

With the aftermath added, Tao Yaoyao groaned, and a pool of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that she had been severely injured by the Heavenly Mandate Divine Art.

In the same way, Wen Daoran was hit by the rest of his energy, and he stepped back a few steps, half of his body was stained red, and his injuries became more and more serious.

rear.

Li Ziye saw the opportunity for a moment, and threw out the fine steel fan in his hand, instantly turning sharp swords, flying towards Wen Daoran's vital points.

"Shameless junior!"

Wen Daoran forcibly stabilized his figure, shouted angrily, and turned his palms to block the sharp rays coming from the sky.

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 without a sound, directly piercing Wen Daoran's body-protecting true energy, and piercing through his right knee.

With a thud, Wen Daoran staggered and knelt down again.

"mean!"

Wen Daoran was furious, endured the severe pain in his right knee, stood up forcefully, and rushed forward, wanting to deal with the despicable and shameless boy in front of him first.

"Old Palace Master, people are mortal, and you have lived long enough, why not just bow your head and kill yourself!"

Li Ziye said in a calm tone, his figure flitted past, and quickly retreated a hundred feet away, avoiding the deadly 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 anxiously.

Under the setting sun, Wen Daoran's figure swiftly passed by, and after seeing Li Ziye dodging, he also rushed out of the battle situation on the other side without stopping.

The shocking palm hit Sanzang in the middle of the battle.

"A Bodhisattva has achieved three degrees, and a bright mirror is not a stand!"

Sanzang had a feeling, and merged the two powers of demon and Buddha, and forcibly used the move of protecting the body.

With a bang, the light broke the demon Buddha, and Wen Daoran shattered the absolute defense of the Buddhist sect with his 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 spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, he heard Li Ziye's reminder at the last moment, and managed to protect his vitals.

"Old man!"

Li Ziye's eyes were full of anger, his figure flew by, and he threw out the folding fan again.

In the battle ahead, Wen Daoran didn't seem to notice, he grabbed Yan Xiaoyu and sent him out with a palm.

"Son of God, I can't leave now! Remember the shame of today, and help me avenge myself in the future!"