Chapter 1242: Battle of Laojun Mountain IV

Latest website: "Xiaowen." Although Ouyang Lan couldn't see the situation on the field, but heard Geer say this, she looked at Zhou Wen with a jerk.
Zhou Wen thought for a while and said, "I'll try it."
If An Tianzuo is killed, then it is their turn. Zhou Wen thought that it would be better to shoot now, at least a little easier.
He only needs to get rid of Dong Shi, and the other guardian's abilities do not pose much threat to An Tianzuo. Let him deal with it himself. Zhou Wen has always disliked such things as murder.
Zhou Wen stepped down Laojun Mountain and was about to enter the battlefield, but suddenly frowned, and his body quickly retreated.
A ghostly arrow flew past Zhou Wen's forehead hair and disappeared during the flight.
Zhou Wen turned his head and saw Xiao holding the bow in one hand, and grabbed the other hand in the air. An arrow appeared in his hand, placed the arrow on the bowstring, and pointed at Zhou Wen: "Little brother, don't interrupt this wonderful performance?"
"Xiao!" Ouyang Lan exclaimed, naturally she knew Xiao was powerful.
At the time, Zhou Wen and An Tianzuo were both present, and under the circumstances, they could not leave Xiao.
And beside Xiao, there were two people standing there, and looking at their attitude, it should not be Xiao's subordinates, it is likely that, like Xiao, they were both saints in the temple.
What Zhou Wen lazy said, summoned Jian Wan directly and held it in his hand.
"Why go in such a hurry?" The arrow in Xiao's hand flew out like a ghost, making Zhou Wen have to dodge his arrow.
The other two saints also blocked Zhou Wen's way to support An Tianzuo from different directions.
"Let me introduce to you, this is a thunderstorm, the saint of the Innate Temple." Xiao Xiaoying pointed at a guard wearing armor, not tall, but the figure developed horizontally, like a tank-like guy.
The thunderstorm grunted coldly and said nothing.
Xiao pointed to another man who was relatively normal, but wearing a gorgeous armor, like the saint dressed in the emperor's tour, said: "This is the saint Huang Quan of the emperor's temple."
Huang Quan looked down at Zhou Wen, as if the emperor was watching slaves, and said coldly: "Xiao, I'm here to kill An Tianzuo, you guys, you should solve it yourself."
Xiao Que said positively: "Brother Huang Quan, don't underestimate the enemy. His strength is not under An Tianzuo. I am not his opponent, but it is safe for me to join three people together."
When Huang Quan and Thunderstorm heard Xiao say this, they both showed contempt.
"What you saints who follow the temple would do is to avoid the heavy ones, to deal with such a person, but also to join us with the three saints, saying that they are not afraid of shame," Huang Quan said dismissively.
"It's better to lose one's life than to lose one's life." Xiao didn't take it seriously. Seeing his appearance, it seemed that as soon as Huang Quan and the thunderstorm left, he would immediately flash people, and he would never fight with Zhou Wen directly.
"Also, it doesn't take much time to clean up a guy who is not in the stream. Anyway, An Tianzuo can't run away, it's not too late to kill him, and then kill An Tianzuo." Huang Quan said, walking towards Zhou Wen. .
With every step he took, his body was as strong as a golden light. Although the light was strong, it was not hot, but there was a powerful oppression that was difficult to speak.
A group of sunset army officers watching the battle on the mountain, separated by such a long distance, seemed to be affected by some force. They had the urge to kneel and worship.
Fortunately, the officers who followed An Tianzuo were all big men in the army. All of them had reached the level of mythology, and their will was honed in the war. They were able to resist the urge to kneel.
"The sacred royal body ... isn't that Cape's unique strength? Isn't this man Cape's? It doesn't look like it. He should be an Easterner, right?" An unsuspecting officer was surprised. .
Zhou Wen naturally knew that this Huang Quan could never be a member of Cape's family, but a guy who came out of the Temple of the Emperor.
Zhou Wen has always had a suspicion that the secrets he heard in the Dugu family before seem to be related to these saints.
Zhou Wen was very skeptical that the orphans who were originally cultivated by Dugu Qianqiu probably had some of them later entered the temple and became saints.
Otherwise, the number of places to enter the Holy Land each year is in the hands of the six major families. Ordinary people cannot enter at all, and the temple has no chance to find a suitable candidate.
But those orphans are different. If some of the orphans exist exactly like the young people in the six major families, they can completely replace them unconsciously and enter the Holy Land.
Otherwise, saints like Xiao Helie cannot be cultivated overnight, and it is impossible for the temple to find someone to become a saint.
But this is only Zhou Wen's guess. Whether the saints have anything to do with the orphans cultivated by Dugu Qianqiu, Zhou Wen cannot be sure for the time being.
Now Zhou Wen wants to know more about the relationship between the temple and the Guardian Alliance.
If they are a group, it may seem a bit different. For the arrival of the three saints Xiao, they also seem to have some surprises.
However, from the response of Dong Shi, Zhou Wen also felt that they did not seem to regard Xiao as their enemies and did not have too much hostility. This seemed to indicate that they were not so simple, at least they were certainly not pure strangers.
Huang Quan went to Zhou Wen step by step, not only the power of imperial power on his body was rising, but even outside of Zhou Wen's body, a chain of golden light began to emerge.
Those golden light chains bound Zhou Wen's body, and gradually turned into a substance, like the shackles, Zhou Wen's body was firmly locked in it.
"Old Lei ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Let's go together." Xiao said to the thunderstorm on the side.
"No need, I'm enough." Huang Quan arrogantly refused directly. As he got closer and closer to Zhou Wen, the shackles on Zhou Wen's body became more solid, and the physical restraint became stronger.
Zhou Wen now feels more and more that these saints are like orphans. They are indeed very powerful, but they all seem to have some lack of character, which seems a little different from normal people.
Zhou Wen felt that it was probably the result of growing up in that special environment. He had wanted to observe it for a while, but Huang Quan had come to him and held up the golden sword formed by the golden light in his hand. The powerful imperial power emanating from the Golden Sword is much stronger than before when Xiao used the sacred royal body.
"Maybe this is the gap between professionalism and Yuye." When Zhou Wen was thinking, Huang Quan had been cut off with a sword. He didn't have the mind and Zhou Wen's nonsense. It was his battle mind, Zhan Tianzuo, one of the four war gods. Real opponent.
"Naive child." Zhou Wen sighed in his heart and clenched the sword pill in his hand.