History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Headed by Han Lei, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, a total of six Emperor Xianting, plus the black Emperor Jindi of the Sanqing Orthodox, at this moment a total of seven true immortals, standing in front of the Yan Zhao song. .

Including the great emperor dressed in the middle-aged scholars, five Xianting strongmen came up and immediately surrounded Yanzhao songs.

Although not as keen as the black brocade and the singer, they can also feel the extraordinary sound of Yan Zhao.

It is a feeling that is more dangerous than a sly sly.

In the face of a number of enemies as enemies, Yan Zhaoge is very calm.

His gaze first crossed the five small umbrellas of different colors.

"The five elements swallowed up the sun, and it was quite a good battle." Yan Zhaoge glanced at it and immediately became clear: "But there are some differences before the big break, it seems to have undergone some improvement."

He chuckled: "Also, if you don't improve it carefully, you will not be able to grasp the style of asking for martial arts. If you can change it, it will be hard to get it."

The other five people heard the words, and they were furious: "The frivolity does not know the height of the sky."

Compared with the Yang Emperor and the Black Emperor Jindi in the upper bounds, Xian Tingqiang has less direct dealings with Yan Zhaoge, and the understanding is limited.

At this moment, I heard the words of Yan Zhao’s songs, and they were naturally dissatisfied.

During the rotation of the formation, the five elements swallowed up to Yanzhao songs.

Under the blessing of the battle, the five emperors of Xianting, together, promoted each other, connected head-to-tail, echoing each other, as if they were one.

"Xianmen moved to the mountain, people moved to the mountain to climb the road, one person and one mountain began to be a fairy." Yan Zhao song calmly, first look at the pair of fists, as if lifting the mountain, picking up the sledgehammer to fall into the middle The scholar of the year: "The same as the cover of the land, it is the inheritance of the emperor."

He turned his eyes to the emperor of the red umbrella at the top of the emperor: "corresponding to the fire... Jiaoyang Shengong?"

Jiaoyang Shengong is not a magical power.

The point is not that the sun rises, but because of the sun exposure, the scorched earth is boundless.

There is no end to the burning, like purgatory.

Corresponding to the water, it is a Xianting Emperor who practiced the Seven Books of the Flying Stream.

At this moment, he stood on his chest with one hand and the other palm forward.

In the "Flying Stream Seven St.", the "breaking dike" and "torrent" two-style method, combined into two, form the trend of the sky.

The feat of the Seventh Book of the Flying Stream is known for its mighty waters and endless lengths. At this moment, the great emperor’s shots are not only powerful and powerful, but also the floods are suppressed. The water is constantly rising, and finally the dykes are rushing down, forming a horror. The explosive power.

"The corresponding wood is the horror of the dead wood Xuan Gong?" Under the siege, Yan Zhaoge came to the interest.

Like the Seven Books of Feiliu, the movement of Xianmen, and the power of Jiaoyang, the dead wood Xuan Gong is also a rumor that was ruined before the great destruction.

In the history of Daiyu Daqian before the great destruction, he left his own pen and ink.

The horror means that the thunder and thunder burst, the dead wood meets the spring, and both offensive and defensive, both nourish themselves and kill the enemy.

And the joint arrangement of the five elements to swallow the array, corresponding to the fifth of the gold, Xianting the Great, is Jian Xiu.

The sword-like light of the general glimmer flashes in the void, and instantly divides into thousands of ways, like a sword rain.

"蜀山剑术?" Yan Zhao song turned over the eyelids, the look can not help but some weird.

In the era before the great destruction, there was a glorious period in Shushan swordsmanship.

In their most prosperous era, kendo talents emerged, second only to the rumors of the Qing dynasty and the sacredness of the Emperor of the Arctic Purple Arctic.

Even after the heyday, entering the period of ups and downs, it is still well-known in the world. It is known as the first ancestral martial art of the martial arts outside the Sanqing rumor. There are no shortage of individual stunners, and many of them are better than the three sacred swords. In the eyes of the top performers of the Qing dynasty and the heavenly shrine, it is also considered a sacred place.

As long as the time comes to work, the talents will once again gather in the blowout, and hopefully will once again enter the new stage of prosperity.

Unfortunately, a big shatter, so that all this can only be a hypothesis.

In the Daomen universe where the upper bounds, the Biyoutian, the Eight Great World, and the Floating World are located, the inheritance of the Lushan faction has also been lost, and there are only a few martial arts fragments that are not climatic.

Today, it is also reproduced in the hands of the people in Xianting.

Yan Zhao song saw it, and I couldn’t help but feel a little emotion.

But after a sigh of relief, he shook his head: "It’s a pity, it’s not that you practiced like this."

The other side of the team gathered in front of them, Yan Zhao songs look arrogant, both hands raised together.

The five elements swallowed up and he also had some involvement.

It’s no doubt more easy to break the opponent’s formation and then break the enemy one by one.

However, Yan Zhaoge did not take this number of roads.

The universe in his body suddenly exploded and the stars shone together.

Then, Yan Zhaoge's palms are all out together, lifted together in the same day, and then flipped down and down!

Hands are printed!

One palm is everywhere, the transformation is made, the direct reversal, the heavens and the earth heal, and return to innate.

A palm is everywhere, Hong Meng is now, opening up the sky, smashing the sea, and Vientiane.

The two processes are completely opposite, but they show the majestic mood of heaven and earth. This moment gathers together to form a staggered and distorted terrorist force.

Yan Zhaoge's two palms fell, and the power that was driven directly deformed the space and space around the original nebula, twisting like a twist, and it did not look like it.

Under the violent distortion, the space-time boundary even tears!

It is like a small piece of original nebula, which is torn from the inside by Yan Zhao’s hands!

The five emperors of the Xianting team joined forces to form a battlefield. Even the authentic 嫡 嫡 fax 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 仙 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Into a group!

The pattern of the road is cracked and shattered into countless streamers, like fireflies.

The mountain hammer from the sky, broken into powder!

If the hundreds of millions of miles of scorch in the purgatory, it will instantly become a little bit of ash without heat!

Like the Tianhe breakwater, the flood of the human world is swayed and evaporated.

The spring thunder bursting, the thunder disappeared and disappeared, and it was silent!

Overwhelmingly, the tens of thousands of swords that wear the fissures of the clouds, the smoke disappears, as if it is illusory!

A five-line swallows the sun, and the time falls apart!

Yan Zhao songs are on the move, and both palms continue to push forward.

After returning to the congenital nature, the two palms of the heavens and the seals were transformed into creations, and the five Xianting emperors were beaten together!

Twisted horror power, long-lasting, swaying their bodies, let them squat for a long time difficult to move.

Han Lei, the great emperor, said that the footsteps of the black robes and the emperor rushed to the end.

Yan Ming’s words are stunned: “This is Wu Sheng? Is this a person who has not become a fairy?”

Black Jindi, who almost eliminates emotional changes, is also stiff at the moment, looking up and down the Yan Zhao song.

This is much stronger than the last time he played against him in the upper realm!

"Wu Sheng is ten heavy, people immortal?" The black jindi felt the Yanzhao song in a hole and saw God. The body was like a real universe: "So fast?! This is more important than the time when he was promoted from Wusheng to Wusheng. It's even shorter!"

"And this strength... Chen Ganhua is far from him!"

In the memory of the black Emperor Jindi, whether it is witnessed, or heard.

The person in front of you, afraid of being the person he knows, the strongest human being in history, the strongest Wusheng!