"Xiao Wen." Although Ouyang Lan couldn't see the situation on the field, but after hearing what Ya'er said, she also looked at Zhou Wen eagerly.
Zhou Wen thought for a while and said, "I'll try it."
If An Tianzuo was killed, it would be their turn next. Zhou Wen thought it would be better to take action now, at least it would be easier.
He just needs to get rid of the cave world. The abilities of the other guardians don't pose much threat to An Tianzuo. Let An Tianzuo deal with it by himself. Zhou Wen has never liked killing people.
Zhou Wen walked down Laojun Mountain and was about to enter the battlefield, but suddenly frowned and quickly retreated.
A ghostly arrow flew past Zhou Wen's forehead and disappeared mid-flight.
Zhou Wen turned his head and looked, only to see Xiao holding the bow in one hand, and randomly grabbing the bow in the air with the other hand. An arrow appeared in his hand, put the arrow on the bowstring, pointed at Zhou Wen and said: "Little brother, don't interrupt such a wonderful performance, okay?"
"Xiao!" Ouyang Lan exclaimed, she naturally knew how powerful Xiao was.
When Zhou Wen and An Tianzuo were both present and had the upper hand, they couldn't keep Xiao.
And beside Xiao, there were still two people standing. Judging by their attitudes, they should not be Xiao's subordinates, but they might be saints of the temple just like Xiao.
Zhou Wen said something lazily, and directly summoned Jianwan and held it in his hand.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" 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 Thunderstorm, a saint of the Innate Temple." Xiao smiled and pointed to a guy wearing a guardian armor, not tall, but with a horizontally developed figure, like a tank.
Thunderstorm snorted coldly, but said nothing.
Xiao pointed to another saint with a relatively normal figure, but wearing a gorgeous golden armor, like an emperor patrolling in full costume, and said: "This is Huang Quan, the saint of the Holy Emperor's Temple."
Huang Quan looked down at Zhou Wen from a high position, like an emperor looking at a slave, and said in a cold voice, "Xiao, I'm here to kill An Tianzuo, such a guy, you should settle it yourself."
Xiao Que said seriously: "Brother Huang Quan, you must not underestimate the enemy. His strength is not inferior to An Tianzuo. I am not his opponent alone. It is safer for three of us to fight together."
When Huang Quan and Lei Tian heard what Xiao said, they both showed disdain.
"What you saints in the Temple of Trajectories know best is to avoid the most important and take the lightest. To deal with such a person, we need the three saints to join hands, so we won't be afraid of embarrassment if we say it." Huang Quan said disdainfully.
"Being ashamed is better than losing your life." Xiao didn't take it seriously. Judging from his appearance, it seemed that as soon as Huang Quan and Lei Tian left, he would immediately run away, and he would definitely not fight Zhou Wen head-on.
"Forget it, it won't waste much time to deal with a low-level guy. Anyway, An Tianzuo can't escape, so it's not too late to kill him first, and then go to kill An Tianzuo." Huang Quan said, already walking towards Zhou Wen .
Every time he took a step, the golden light on his body was a little bit stronger. Although the light was strong, it was not scorching hot, but had an indescribably powerful oppressive force.
The officers of the Sunset Army who were watching the battle on the mountain seemed to be affected by some kind of force from such a long distance, and they felt an involuntary urge to kneel down and worship.
Fortunately, the officers who followed An Tianzuo were all bigwigs in the army, each of them had reached the mythical level, and their will was honed in the war to be extremely tenacious, so they resisted the urge to kneel down.
"The Holy Emperor... Isn't that the unique power of the Capet family? Could it be that this person is from the Capet family? It doesn't look like it. He should be from the Eastern District?" Some officers who didn't know were secretly surprised.
Zhou Wen naturally knew that this Huang Quan could never be a member of the Capet family, but a guy who came out of the Emperor's Temple.
Zhou Wen has always had a suspicion that the secrets he heard at Dugu's house before seemed to be related to these saints.
Zhou Wen was very skeptical. It is very likely that some of the orphans raised by Dugu Qianqiu later entered the temple and became saints.
Otherwise, the quotas for entering the Holy Land every year were in the hands of the six major families, ordinary people would not be able to enter at all, and the Holy Temple would have little chance of finding suitable candidates.
But those orphans are different. If there are some orphans who look exactly like the young people in the six major families, they can replace them without anyone noticing, and thus enter the Holy Land.
Otherwise, saints like Xiao Helie cannot be cultivated overnight, and it is impossible for the temple to just find someone to become a saint.
But this is just Zhou Wen's guess. Whether the saints have anything to do with the orphans raised by Dugu Qianqiu, Zhou Wen is not sure yet.
Now Zhou Wen wants to know more about the relationship between the temple and the Guardian Alliance.
If they are said to be a group, it seems a little strange. Dong Shi and the others seem to be a little surprised by the arrival of the three saints, Xiao.
But from Dong Shi's and their reactions, Zhou Wen felt that they didn't seem to regard Xiao and the others as enemies, and they didn't have much hostility. This seemed to show that the relationship between them was not that simple, at least they were definitely not simple strangers.
Huang Quan walked towards Zhou Wen step by step. Not only was the imperial power on his body rising, but even golden chains of light began to emerge outside Zhou Wen's body.
Those golden chains of light bound Zhou Wen's body, and gradually turned into substance, locking Zhou Wen's body firmly like a shackle.
"Old Lei, let's go together." Xiao said to the thunderstorm beside him.
"No need, I'm enough alone." Huang Quan directly refused arrogantly. As he got closer to Zhou Wen, the shackles on Zhou Wen's body became more and more solid, and the restraint on his body became stronger.
Zhou Wen now feels more and more that these saints are very similar to those orphans. They are indeed 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 originally wanted to observe for a while, but Huang Quan had already walked in front of him and raised the golden sword condensed from the golden light in his hand. The powerful power of imperial power emanating from the golden sword is much stronger than when Xiao used the sacred imperial body before.
"Maybe this is the gap between professionalism and amateurism." When Zhou Wen was thinking in his heart, Huang Quan had already slashed down with a sword. He didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with Zhou Wen. Zhan Tianzuo, one of the four great war gods, was in his mind. real opponents.
"Innocent child." Zhou Wen secretly sighed in his heart, and clenched the sword pill in his hand.