On the day when the prosperous Tang Dynasty calendar "Spring is coming", a lot of things happened in the world.

Scar curly hair walked out of the border where he had been huddled for thirty years, and broke the gate of Longyan City with one foot, and wanted to take the life of the second prince.

Li Zizhi, who had gathered a group of masters to go to the Western Regions, was blocked by asceticism and fought fiercely in a dangerous pass, so his senior brother ran towards Shengjing.

Zhang Xiaodao walked in the Western Regions and came to Liu Yichen.

Walking in the darkness, the starlight reflected on half of his expressionless cheeks, suddenly making people feel clear and angular, and the solemn aura shot out invisibly.

Liu Yichen could not describe his mood at this time. When he saw Wang Daniu, he might feel a little rebellious, because in his eyes, Wang Daniu has never been his opponent.

But when he saw Zhang Xiaodao, he would instinctively feel fear, because Zhang Xiaodao was his target in the first half of his life. He killed his wife by mistake, and it was also because Zhang Xiaodao's success made him jealous.

He had thought of looking down at Zhang Xiaodao when he stood at the top of the world.

However, before he reached the middle of this journey, Zhang Xiaodao came to him. His eyes were relatively unleashed, and Liu Yichen quickly avoided Zhang Xiaodao's killing eyes.

From time to time, the hall was surrounded by light, and the sand thieves fought with the Holy See's guards, and bursts of blood and blood tearing sounds were heard.

Zhang Xiaodao also walked to Slow's side, pointed his index finger at Liu Yichen and said, "This is mine."

Slow knew that Zhang Xiaodao was the saber on the bell tower. He believed in his strength and nodded and pointed at the old priest like a mummy and said, "Then this is mine."

The old priest raised a curve, and a shriveled fold appeared on his old cheeks because of this curve. In the ruins, his smile looked like a walking corpse with life.

Liu Yichen lowered his head silently, and Zhang Xiaodao looked at Liu Yichen's cheeks, which had already been completely different from his face and said, "If you think you are disfigured, I can't recognize you? I know you whether you wear a vest or not!"

The old mummy man looked at Liu Yichen when he heard this. Liu Yichen took a deep breath and a firm look appeared on his cheek.

He knew that if there was a fluctuation in his heart at this time, he would be unable to defeat Zhang Xiaodao. This was his inner demon.

But if he can defeat Zhang Xiaodao, the inner demon will no longer exist, and the humility in his heart that cannot be concealed by becoming a son of light will no longer exist.

He even had a premonition that once he defeated Zhang Xiaodao, his cultivation would increase day by day. In less than three years, he could become a real big shot by relying on the skeleton of light!

Liu Yichen's ambition has already expanded and exploded because of the bright bones. He is willing to give everything for this ambition, which is equivalent to being willing to overcome the difficulties along the way for this ambition.

He finally raised his head and showed the cheek that even the old man in Lingyin County would not recognize him. His eyes were calm and deep. He was no longer afraid of looking at Zhang Xiaodao. He said, "How could the disciple of Mr. Six Kings of the Shengtang come here? Looking for death?"

"The word "seeking death" is used very accurately. I'll find you and let you die." Zhang Xiaodao said lightly.

Slo looked at Zhang Xiaodao because he always thought that the archer on the bell tower was a master invited by Cheshi Qianguo, but it was obviously impossible to invite the second disciple of the Shengtang disciple of the Tang Dynasty. After listening to the conversation between Zhang Xiaodao and Liu Yichen, he realized that the two must have a grudge.

"How big is your revenge?" Slow asked the question in his heart.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at today's temporary comrades and asked, "Do you have a grudge?"

Slo nodded solemnly and said, "The sea of ​​blood is deep hatred."

Zhang Xiaodao responded and said, "I won't do it, but I must also seek his life to be worthy of myself."

"This is true. Your name is Zhang Xiaodao?"

"kindness."

"My name is Slo."

"oh."

Slo was displeased when he heard Zhang Xiaodao's "Oh". He was obviously dissatisfied with her knowing Zhang Xiaodao's name, but Zhang Xiaodao didn't know his name.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know who Slow was. While he was "oh", he quickly searched for all the information about Slow's name in his mind. He quickly got the answer.

Sand thief!

It is famous in the Western Regions, and Slo was the leader of the Sand Thief. It was a fierce force that rarely confronted the Holy See in the Western Regions and was not uprooted.

Zhang Xiaodao said with satisfaction: "No," because since the sand thief is famous, the leader of the sand thief standing by him today is probably not that weak, and the chance of success will naturally be greater.

Slow was even more dissatisfied with this good voice, but thinking that the guy around him was one of the few people in the young generation of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, he stopped talking, but instead focused his eyes on the face of the old man who was like a mummy.

The old man spoke in that ugly voice and asked, "Are you a native of the Tang Dynasty?"

Liu Yichen did not refute, but said, "I will deal with this matter myself."

The old man nodded and walked towards Slo.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaodao whispered softly: "Don't embarrass you." Then he lifted the knife and rushed towards Liu Yichen.

The old man passed by Zhang Xiaodao, and neither of them took action, not because of the two gentlemen, but because they were both accumulating momentum in their pace. The first attack of a strong attack must be the strongest attack, and the strongest attack must be left to their target.

Luo Xuedao jumped with Zhang Xiaodao and drew a bright half moon in reverse, as if the moon suddenly appeared in the ruins.

Liu Yichen felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He felt the sharpness of the knife that hit his face. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but in the end he chose to stand firm and face the challenge.

A light curtain was pulled out from his hands, and Luoxue's long sword slashed into the tough light belt. The blade came to Liu Yichen's cheek and cut off several of his floating hair. He groaned and pushed his arms upwards.

Zhang Xiaodao's feet fell to the ground, a confident smile filled with smiles. A loud noise came from behind him. He frowned again and felt the realm of the two people behind him.

The first time the old man and Slow fought was extremely irritable. After the roar of the ruins, the ruins came.

Zhang Xiaodao took a step forward, and the waves behind him seemed to be slowing down for a moment. His long snow-falling sword hit Liu Yichen like light.

This time, Liu Yichen slapped the ground with one hand, and a ball of light cut through the ground, adopting an attack-to-attack approach.

Zhang Xiaodao's eyes were concentrated, and the speed of the light ball on the ground was like squirming. He crossed the light ball as if he had crossed his own threshold. The knife still refused to retreat.

Liu Yichen blocked again, but found that Zhang Xiaodao's sword quickly turned back after touching the light curtain. At this moment, Zhang Xiaodao's body seemed to remain motionless, but his arms waving the fallen snow knife turned into afterimages.

There were countless swords falling on the light curtain. Zhang Xiaodao broke Liu Yichen's light curtain with an indomitable aura. With hundreds of steady and rapid swings of the knife.

This is a momentum blow. Zhang Xiaodao knew that the light curtain had strong defense ability, so he could choose a different way to attack Liu Yichen, but he still chose the most barbaric way, and what he wanted was to smash Liu Yichen's confidence.

Ten steps away. Liu Yichen supported the ground with one hand, Zhang Xiaodao stepped over the obstacle in the ruins and waved the long sword again.

Liu Yichen roared angrily, and his figure turned into a ray of light.

Zhang Xiaodao sneered, and his figure turned into a sharp arrow.

The terrifying noise in the ruins became louder and louder, and several tall walls that were still erected in the palace were unwilling to fall down one after another.

The battle outside the temple also entered a critical stage, and the red-eyed sand thief was in a mad attack. The originally deserted Holy See area became the center of attention of Vance.

The royal family of Cheshiqian Kingdom ignored this because they knew how powerful the Holy See was. They had to be prepared for the back-up.

To put it bluntly, this kind of preparation is very worthless, so it is to find a few royal scapegoats to send to the Holy See for incineration, and then pretend that they are not aware of everything.

But this method is the most common method for Chinese countries in the Western Regions to confront the Holy See. Both sides will accept it silently and will not tear the face. But it is often the Holy See win.

Most members of the royal family were not asleep tonight, waiting for the sound of the Holy See to stop, but found that the battle there seemed to be more and more intense.

Zhang Xiaodao and Liu Yichen fought for hundreds of rounds in the highway. Regardless of their moves, adaptability, or even their vitality, Zhang Xiaodao was better than Liu Yichen. But he was shocked to find that it could not cause an effective blow to Liu Yichen.

The blade streaked across Liu Yichen's chest again, and the blade shone brightly. The blade seemed to have wiped through the void without bringing out a trace of blood. His chest returned to its original state again.

The Spiritual Source Realm can already use magic, but Zhang Xiaodao is knowledgeable but has never heard of such strange magic in the Holy See. If everyone could be like Liu Yichen, wouldn’t the Holy See have long been the natural enemy of the world?

The two figures felt unable to do anything to each other and suddenly separated. Zhang Xiaodao's face showed solemnity for the first time.

Liu Yichen seemed to have regained his confidence and opened his arms and said, "I am the son of light."

This kind of magic that turns partially into illusory is indeed a magical power. It cannot hurt him at all. How should I fight this fight?

While Zhang Xiaodao had questions, Liu Yichen also understood his advantages. The Light Skeleton gave him too many things, including this magic that no one had ever used in the Spiritual Source Realm.

But the question flashed into Zhang Xiaodao's mind for a moment, and two balls of dust suddenly burst out from his feet, and his whole body turned into a ray of light and shadow again.

Liu Yichen narrowed his eyes in a leisurely manner, concentrating on helping him see Zhang Xiaodao's figure clearly. Zhang Xiaodao's long sword came with a diagonal cut in his left hand.

He did not choose to retreat. Zhang Xiaodao broke his light curtain with hundreds of swords in a row. He wanted to perfectly resolve Zhang Xiaodao's sword and shake his confidence, so his upper body turned into nothingness.

Zhang Xiaodao came to him, and the snow-covered sword in his right hand undoubtedly cut through his illusory figure, as if he had not brought any harm to Liu Yichen.

However, his left hand drew out the pig-killing knife when the snow knife was cut diagonally.

A touch of blackness is particularly worthy of attention under the light. Liu Yichen has seen this knife, but it is difficult for him to remember it before the battle. Perhaps it is because he does not want to think of Lingyin County's own escape.

But the danger at this moment made him subconsciously twist his body, which should have been fine even if he had cut it with a pig's knife.

The pig-killing knife did not stop, and blood burst out as the greasy blade touched the shadow of light.

A bloody arm flew up in the sky with ridiculous sleeves. Zhang Xiaodao hit the ground with a pig-killing knife. Under Liu Yichen's incredible expression, Zhang Xiaodao said to himself: "My name is Zhang Xiaodao, not a big knife, so naturally the little knife is more powerful" (To be continued...)
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