Seeing Zhao Yuan running towards the Golden Belt Divine Envoy, Chen Mang's face turned pale. He knew the power of the Golden Belt Divine Envoy.
Ten berserkers may not be able to defeat one golden belted angel.
It is said that the Golden Belt Divine Envoy has reached the level of the Demon Warrior.
Demonic warriors are truly strong. Even many humans who have reached the ninth level of berserk warriors will not be able to advance to the level of demonic warriors in their entire lives...
The only ones who can defeat the Demon Warriors are the God Warriors, and there are no more than twenty God Warriors in the entire Demon Core Continent.
The Golden Belt God Envoy is at the same level as the Demon Warrior, which shows how powerful he is.
In Chen Mang's eyes, the Golden Belt Divine Envoy is an invincible existence.
Originally, Chen Mang had placed his hope in Zhao Yuan's miraculous archery skills, but what he didn't expect was that Zhao Yuan actually destroyed the bow and arrows himself and had a close fight with the golden belted divine envoy.
"Let him go first, thank you!"
Chen Mang bowed deeply to Wan Ling'er who flew back.
"elder brother!"
"Go ahead."
Chen Mang looked in the direction of Zhao Yuan, his eyes full of determination as if he was ready to die.
"elder brother……"
Seeing Zhao Yuan actually killing the golden belted divine envoy, Wan Ling'er was already extremely anxious. Knowing that the situation was extremely urgent, he grabbed Chen Dao's arm and jumped off the city wall, transformed into a stream of light, and flew towards the bottom of the city wall.
A hundred feet away from the city wall, there is a bare mountain. Wan Ling'er placed Liu Yi, Jiu Yi and Wan'er Qiqi there. At present, the place is still safe. There are not many corpse demons wandering around. After all,
, it's daytime now.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Zhao Yuan launched the attack and Wan Ling'er left with Chen Dao at the same time. At the moment Wan Ling'er flew away, Zhao Yuan also had a head-on confrontation with the golden belt god.
Facing the golden belt god with high morale, Zhao Yuan did not give in at all.
Zhao Yuan knew very well that at this time, no one knew the strength of the opponent. The first confrontation was a battle of momentum. If you want to defeat the enemy, you must overwhelm the opponent with momentum and leave a shadow on the opponent. This is a tactic.
It’s better to have broken jade than to have it intact!
In fact, Zhao Yuan is now in a desperate situation.
Zhao Yuan believed that as a golden belt divine envoy, he would definitely not risk his life with him.
Zhao Yuan held the long sword high in his hand, with his long hair flying, and he slashed at the golden belted divine envoy regardless of his own safety. The mighty spiritual energy was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, flowing incessantly.
Peng!
Vigorous power shot.
The two figures bounced away at the same time. They were more than ten feet tall and stood quietly on the battlements of the city wall, motionless.
The two people stared at each other with no expression on their faces, as if everything was just a cloud. However, the shock in their hearts could not be greater, because at the moment of contact, both of them felt the power of an ancient god.
That power is so familiar.
Seal of Martial Arts.
The blood in Zhao Yuan's veins was surging, his long hair was flying, and his face showed an extremely determined look.
"Zhao Yuan, I'm coming!"
A deep voice sounded.
"Chen Mang!" Zhao Yuan turned around and saw that Chen Mang's eyes were red and his appearance was ferocious, like a furious beast.
"Help me take care of Chen Dao."
Before Chen Mang could say a word, he raised his arms and his strong body flew towards the golden belted envoy like a big bird. The howling wind blew and his momentum was unparalleled.
Chen Mang was actually in a state of madness. It was obvious that he was determined to die.
In the distance, Wan Ling'er was already flying with his sword, like a fairy nine days away, which attracted the soldiers on the city wall to stop and watch.
Obviously, Chen Mang hoped to contain the Golden Belt God Envoy and let Zhao Yuan leave first.
Looking at Chen Mang who was risking his life and running towards the golden belt god, Zhao Yuan had a bitter smile on his lips. He could not let Chen Mang die.
Chen Mang's identity is very important because he is inextricably linked to the forces opposing the temple in Crescent City. Now, if Zhao Yuan wants to reach the Demon City safely, the only person who can help him is Chen Mang.
The realm of “speed”!
After Zhao Yuan activated the cauldron, his "speed" reached its peak, and he changed his shape. Zhao Yuan's figure rushed towards Chen Mang, catching up with him, arriving first and second.
Grasp!
Zhao Yuan didn't hesitate at all. He stretched out his fingers and grabbed Chen Mang's back. With a wave, he mobilized the "power" realm of the brute force realm. Chen Mang was horrified. He felt a tyrannical and barbaric power injected into his body.
, his strong body was actually out of his control, he flew into the air, and fell towards the city wall like a meteor...
"Ling'er!" Zhao Yuan shouted violently.
"rest assured!"
Wan Ling'er and Zhao Yuan had a clear understanding of each other, and they immediately understood each other, responded in a sweet voice, controlled the Ice Divine Sword, and chased after Chen Mang who fell off the city wall.
"Now, it's just the two of us. Come on, let's have a good fight!"
Zhao Yuan stood on the battlements of the city wall, condescending, with his long hair flying, his long robes rustling, and the long black-backed sword in his hand shining with a heart-stopping cold light, just like the nine-day war god who reigned over the world.
"Who are you, and why do you know the power of the temple?" The golden belt god stared at Zhao Yuan with a pair of deep eyes, filled with murderous intent.
"I am the Xuantian Divine Magister sent to kill the rebellious temple. The current temple disciples harbor evil intentions and harm dissenters. They frame beautiful women as wizards and seize the temple for your sexual pleasure..."
"Presumptuous!" The expression on the golden belt divine envoy's face suddenly changed.
"Haha, you can only deceive the people of Crescent City. Over the past thousands of years, the temple has defiled countless young girls from good families, and the residents of Crescent City actually worship you as the supreme god. Today, I, Zhao Yuan,
I want to expose you! People of Crescent City, have you ever discovered that most of the human wizards are beautiful women? Isn’t this strange..."
Looking at the expression of the golden belt god, Zhao Yuan immediately realized that he had been deceived. Before, Zhao Yuan had this idea when he saw that the good-looking woman in the square was not boiled alive. Just now
After testing it, some clues were revealed.
Thousands of people watching under the inner city wall were whispering. Obviously, Zhao Yuan's words were consistent with the data they knew.
"Deceitful words!"
The golden belt messenger roared angrily, flicked his long sleeves, and a sharp sword flashed out of his robe, rushing toward Zhao Yuan like lightning.
"Haha, you are so angry that you are so embarrassed. I don't know how many residents of Crescent City know the secret of the temple. They just dare to be angry and dare not speak out..."
Zhao Yuanchang couldn't stop laughing. Facing the long sword that rushed towards him like lightning, his slender figure actually stood motionless on the battlements, like a rock.
"Go to hell!"
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the golden belt god's mouth, and the long sword in his hand actually let go, turning into a silver-white stream of light and flying towards Zhao Yuan at lightning speed...