Critical moment.

Yan Xiaoyu retreated quickly, bowed respectfully, and said, "I'm welcome to show my saint!"

A word fell.

In the world, an extremely powerful force fell from the sky. In an instant, endless light came to the world, with divine power, shocking people.

In the battle situation.

Tao Yaoyao was affected by the divine power of light, and her body slid out dozens of steps, looked forward, and her expression sank.

It turned out to be him!

Behind the battle, at this moment, King Triumph's face also darkened, his eyes staring at the figure walking out of the light, and clenched the saber in his hand.

Tianyu Hall, formerly the hall master, Wen Daoran.

On the battlefield.

Everyone was watching, and in the light of the sky, Wen Daoran appeared, and the heaven and earth were shaking continuously, and the existence like a god made people shudder.

"What to do?"

When Li Ziye saw Wen Daoran's appearance, he looked contemptuous.

Twenty years ago, Wen Daoran was defeated by the scholar and then stepped down from the position of Lord of the Tianyu Palace.

Now, I'm running here to pretend!

In the light, Wen Daoran seemed to hear something, and his figure flashed and instantly came to Li Ziye.

Immediately, a palm was slapped out.

In an instant, the power of light was like a stormy wave, pressing down from the sky.

"Old guy."
Chapter completed!