Chapter 1612 I am the Thief Saint

"The sun is the source of life, and all living things are born from the power of the sun. No matter how powerful you are, you can never be the enemy of the sun, because your power comes from the sun." Jiuyang pressed down on Zhong Ziya with one palm after another, making it almost impossible for Zhong Ziya to cut with his sword.

"So what if I was born from the sun? If parents give birth to a child, does that mean the child must be worse than the parents? The most tempered steel is born from iron ore, but it can cut iron like mud when cast into a sword... Not to mention that the sun may not really be the source of all life, even if it is... I will go against the will of heaven and cut off the source..." Zhong Ziya's eyes were like swords, and the sword intent in his body kept bursting out. The sword light of the ancient fairy sword in his hand became stronger and stronger.

"It's a good idea, and you have a big heart, but it lacks a bit of flavor." Jiuyang's palms were like the palms of Vairocana, and no matter how powerful Zhong Ziya's sword was, it was suppressed by it.

puff!

The sword light was suppressed by the palm power as strong as the sun, and shattered like glass. The sword in Zhong Ziya's hand was pressed down inch by inch, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Bang!

Zhong Ziya's entire body was crushed by Jiuyang's palm power.

Everyone was shocked, but in a flash, Zhong Ziya appeared on the other side, holding the ancient immortal sword, without a single scar on his body, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"What kind of taste do you want? Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy or salty?" Zhong Ziya said as she moved, leaving behind one phantom after another.

No, it should not be called an illusion. It is exactly the same as Zhong Ziya's real body. It is impossible to tell which one is the real Zhong Ziya.

Five replicas of Zhong Ziya drew their swords and attacked Jiuyang together, with sword lights crisscrossing everywhere. Each one was more crazy and cruel than the other.

Jiuyang opened and closed his palms, blocking all five attacks from Zhong Ziya.

Those five Zhong Ziyas were obviously not just phantoms. Their powers were real and exactly the same as Zhong Ziya's true body. It was impossible to tell which one was Zhong Ziya's real body.

"An ugly work has no value even if you copy it many times." Jiuyang only had a pair of hands, and the moves were so simple that anyone could understand them, but he still suppressed Zhong Ziya, and smashed Zhong Ziya's clones into pieces one by one.

"Copied works are indeed worthless, but practiced paintings are different. Maybe in your eyes, every painting is ugly, but no matter how great a painting is, it is built on this ugliness..." Zhong Ziya's figure swayed, and one clone after another appeared like ghosts, killing Jiuyang from different corners.

"That depends on who is painting. Not everyone has the potential to be a master. Do you have it?" Jiuyang said lightly.

"I don't, I only know how to kill people." Zhong Ziya and others, like ghosts in the sky, answered in unison. The sword lights were layered and crisscrossed like a net, covering Jiuyang from all directions.

"So, you're still a little short of the taste." Jiuyang stood like a Buddha, raised up one palm, like the rising sun, and melted and shattered all the sword light.

On the other side, the battle between Xian and Lao K is also continuing.

The scepter in Old K's hand released the power of imperial authority again and again, trying to restrain Xian's body, but Xian's body was ethereal, and the power of imperial authority could never restrain his body.

Jiang Yan didn't seem to want to kill Lao K. He just casually surrounded Lao K. If Lao K didn't attack, he felt that Jiang Yan would seize his weakness and launch a fatal blow. If he attacked, he couldn't do anything to Jiang Yan. He was dragged here by Jiang Yan and could no longer take care of anything else.

The worst off was Liuyun. He and Xiao had obviously not reached the same level yet, and both of them had spatial power, so he was almost played around by Xiao.

It is only thanks to the deterrent power of the Tai Chi diagram that they have been able to hold on until now.

His clothes were almost soaked with blood, but for some reason, he never used any armor-type companion pets, nor did he summon any guardians.

"Fuck, this is too bad for Senior Brother Thief Saint!"

"Big Brother, run away!"

People watching the live broadcast could not see the details of the battle clearly, but they would notice that when Liuyun just teleported out, there was a pause for a moment, and Xiao's figure slid past Liuyun like a ghost, and new wounds appeared on Liuyun's body.

"Your spatial ability is too poor. If that can be considered spatial power, then your space is at most a model world for children to play house." Xiao once again left scars on Liuyun's body and said contemptuously.

Liuyun waved the Tai Chi diagram in his hand and shone it in the direction where Xiao's voice came from, but there was no trace of Xiao there at all.

"Xiao, ignore that guy. Go stop Zhou Wen first. We can't let him destroy the teleportation array again." Old K's voice came.

"Okay." Xiao agreed, took a step forward and disappeared, avoiding the power of the Tai Chi diagram and heading towards the teleportation array.

But Liuyun's figure instantly teleported in front of Xiao and threw the Tai Chi diagram in his hand towards Xiao.

The Tai Chi diagram emitted a strange power in the air, drawing everything around it in, as if it was going to devour the space.

Xiao's figure flashed and he avoided the sweep of the Tai Chi diagram, but at the moment Xiao dodged, Liuyun teleported in front of Xiao and smashed Xiao's face with one hand.

Bang!

Xiao and Liuyun crossed each other's paths. Liuyun's fist missed and slipped past Xiao's cheek, but Xiao's palm pierced through Liuyun's chest and pierced his heart.

"You shouldn't be my enemy." Xiao shook off the blood on his palm, turned around and headed towards the teleportation array.

"Big Brother!" Seeing this scene, the people in front of the live broadcast couldn't help but shout out.

Some sentimental women covered their mouths with their hands, tears welling up in their eyes.

But the next second, the dress and shirt on Liuyun's body were torn into pieces and turned into ashes, revealing Liuyun's naked body, but there was no injury on his body.

Obviously, that dress was some kind of special companion pet, which took the responsibility for Liuyun's previous injuries.

"Being your enemy is no big deal." Liuyun stretched out his left hand, and between his left fingers, he was holding a ring made of thin threads.

The power in Xiao's body quickly faded and soon fell to the hell level, as if he had lost the blessing of some kind of power.

"You're fine." Xiao's pupils shrank slightly. He turned around and said while looking at the ring in Liuyun's hand.

"Although I'm no match for you, don't forget my nickname is the Thief Saint." Liu Yun held the ring in one hand and the Tai Chi diagram in the other, saying smugly, "Without the holy relic, you're nothing more than a Hell-level warrior. What qualifications do you have to show off your superiority in front of me?"

(End of this chapter)