Killing him while he is sick is the principle that Li Ziye believes in doing things, and Tao Yaoyao is a more ruthless female devil than anyone else. If she can take over everything at once, she will never let anyone go.

At sunset.

In front of Yan Xiaoyu and others' team, the Tianduan Mountains, the boundary between the Western Region and Dashang, are already in sight.

This moment.

A terrifying sword energy suddenly shot through the air and slashed towards a carriage among the silver-armored cavalry.

With a loud bang, the carriage burst into pieces and pieces of wood flew into the air.

From the carriage, an old figure rushed out, his whole body illuminated with light. He looked at the woman coming from behind with a sword and turned his palms to greet her.

The palms and swords were handed over, the air waves surged, the aftermath roared, and the sand turned into waves.

"There are assassins to protect the Son of God and the old palace master!"

Around them, three hundred masters of silver-armored cavalry reacted and immediately faced the enemy with their spears in hand.

Under the sunset.

Amid everyone's wary gazes, two figures were walking towards the end of the wilderness.

"Little monk, I will suffer a little loss. I will deal with those three hundred people, and you can deal with Yan Xiaoyu alone!"

Li Ziye looked at the three hundred silver-armored cavalry and Yan Xiaoyu's carriage in front of him and said.

"Amitabha, Brother Li is really real." Sanzang responded helplessly.

"That means, I always treat others with sincerity."

After saying that, Li Ziye rushed forward with a steel fan in hand, choosing his opponent first.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang chanted the Buddha's name and, as a last resort, rushed towards the carriage behind the three hundred cavalry.

It just so happened that he also wanted to see what qualifications Yan Xiaoyu had to be named one of the four great geniuses in the world along with him.
Chapter completed!