History’s Strongest Senior Brother

(ps: The fourth day of the day, thanks to the second chapter of the new ally's "ex-boyfriend an".)

In the void, a refined middle-aged man appeared, carrying a hammer behind him, and between the steps, the sound of the piano was endless.

It is the Emperor Huang, Zhang Buxu.

When I heard the sound of the piano, Yan Zhaoge and others suddenly frowned.

When faced with the threat of Din Dian Ding Ling and Bai Lu Jing, everyone is an ally and stands on the same front.

But now, seeing the Dian Dian Dian Ling has not been able to turn the wind and waves, the emperor Zhang Buxu suddenly appeared, everyone may not be the same passerby.

The front foot cooperates, the back foot is hostile, and the situation is so subtle.

No matter whether Yan Zhaoge and others are still Zhang Buxu, they have not hesitated to change their identity.

Together with the dragon snow silence and staying up late for the Qing martial arts, I saw Zhang Buxu coming, and also frowned.

Looking at the big array of emptiness in the void, and the Dan dynasty, which was evolved under the suppression of the Dian Dian Dian Ling, between Zhang Buxu’s look, it reveals the unconcealed surprise.

"Yan Xiaoyou's portrait, Zhang has seen it before, and now meets for the first time in a meeting, it is better to meet."

The eyes of Emperor Huang fell in the middle of the battlefield, and it was obviously the Yan Zhaoge who was the leader of the law: "The immortality of the immortals is not lost."

Yan Zhao’s song replied calmly: “The Emperor Huang’s award was won, but it’s just a coincidence. It’s a good luck. Before that, I also held a cold sweat.”

"Yan Xiaoyou doesn't have to delay the time." The Emperor smiled and said: "I honestly say that this kind of old man, I have to take precautions with your juniors. It is inevitable that some faces are not good-looking, especially now you have to be cheaper. Profit."

"But the value and significance of the Dan Temple, everyone understands that I have to make a rare face."

Zhang Buxu looked around and felt the turbulence of the universe in the Dan Dian, and the burning temperature that continued to rise in the invisible. He sighed: "It’s Su Mingming, I don’t think he is involved in this matter, but now I want to thank the old man. White deer, otherwise there is no hope."

He walked step by step to Yan Zhaoge and others in the big array.

At this moment, the Dian Dian Dian Ling was suppressed by the suppression. Even if the big squad was scattered, the temple spirit Tiansu could not recover.

With the strength of Zhang Buxu's repair, it is enough to collect that Dan.

Similarly, his realm strength also makes him enough to ignore Yan Zhaoge and others.

Xuan Xian is quiet and the world is not disturbed.

Among the people in the field, the only one who has already pushed the fairy door and achieved the body of the true fairy, is now playing with Chen Ganhua.

Chen Ganhua saw the action of Zhang Buxu and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Without the need to communicate with Zhang Bu, Chen Ganhua was struggling to entangle the dragon and snow, so that one time could not get out.

He does not care who Dan Dian eventually fell into, but he is happy to give Yan Zhaoge and others some difficulty.

In addition to the dragon snow silence, other people present, regardless of who faces Zhang Buxu, are limited by innateness and hard to do.

If you are a magician of the armor, after Yan Zhaoge wears it, there may be a chance to defend one or two points.

But unfortunately this is a weapon used to attack and kill. For the Emperor, the hero is useless.

The array itself is only for the spirit of the temple, but it is of no use to such a strong person as the Emperor or the White Deer.

The Emperor Zhang’s Zhang Buxu’s action is an understatement, and the sounds accompany each other.

However, Yan Zhaoge and others maintained the brilliance of the formation, but they began to sway and falter.

Five people in the array, headed by Yan Zhaoge, also felt tremendous pressure.

Although this pressure is not as great as that brought by the spirit of the temple, it is not the current Yan Zhao song can bear.

The melodious and melodious sounds of the beautiful and unpretentious sounds fall in the ears of Yanzhao, but it seems to be noisy noise before, so that Yan Zhaoge only feels deafening.

Not only is the blood almost boiling, but the bones in the five bones are about to rupture, and even the soul is constantly shocked, as if it is to burst from the inside out.

"To bet a gambling luck." Yan Zhaoge forced to calm down his mind, and his eyes turned to look at Nie Jingshen.

Nie Jingshen is slightly decapitated: "We are not bad luck."

The voice did not fall, the distance was empty, and suddenly there was a sound.

Sword sound!

A sudden sound of the sword, it is like a sharp sword, will cover the sound of the universe, cut off from the center, only the remaining sound, it is difficult to continue.

With the sound of the sword, the magnificent sword light instantly came to Zhang Buxu.

Zhang Buxu's look was slightly solemn, and the piano behind it opened, and the sword spurted out of it, intercepting the sword light that he attacked in midair.

The two sides face hard, the Jianguang dissipated, and Zhang Buxu stopped.

In the dark void of the distance, a straight sword light, as if the universe is divided into two halves.

If the sword is a road, it will extend from afar to a nearby place.

A figure on the road, not rushing forward, but in the twinkling of an eye.

Nie Jingshen first saw the ceremony: "The disciple Nie Jingshen, see Master."

Yan Zhao song laughed: "Yan Zhao song, I have seen Yue Shibo."

Yan Di also said: "The older brother."

It was a middle-aged man with a high-crowned costume. It looked like a forty-year-old, with a quiet face and sharp eyes.

The person seems to be the sword of the heavens, but it is not sharp, but it is standing there straight, as if it is a solitary peak that towers into the clouds.

Come, it is one of the three emperors of the upper boundary, the head of Yujingyan, the northern peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Sword Emperor, the more the North!

In the past, the new Kunlun Jiuyi, the disciple of the Jinxun Taibai Zunyan Xingxing, with the body of the younger generation, together with the Tuyu Town star, Jiang Shen, and the concealed plan, both respected Yang Ce and tied the upper three kings.

At present, both the world of Jieshangjie and Biyoutian are counted as the most young and powerful disciple of the Sanqing, the youngest of the same age.

Before, he had been in the void outside the domain, and did not return to the upper bound.

Yan Zhaoge did not expect that the first time he saw the Yue Shibo, it would be in this Fang Dan Hall.

At first, I noticed that in addition to the singer of the fire, there are other people who follow the entrance to the Dan Temple. Yan Zhaoge has speculation that the more Zhenbei will be there, but it is impossible to determine.

So I said, I have to gamble on luck.

Today, as Nie Jingsheng said, Yan Zhaoge and others are not bad luck.

The more Zhenbei is full of seriousness, but he nodded slightly to Yan Zhaoge and others, and then he looked at Zhang Buxu.

"Vietnamese North... Yan Xing's disciple." Zhang Buxu also looked at the north of the earthquake: "Does Kong Shidi fall under your sword? Zhang is not filial, often provokes the teacher to be angry, but fortunately there is a hole in the younger brother. But it was killed by you."

A Yaoqin appeared in his palm: "And let me see, you got a bit of a true pass from Yan Xing."

The sound of the piano sounded again, or blue, or red, or black, or white. The four-color swords danced in the sky, intertwined and combined, and derived infinite images, but contained the devastating power of incomparable horror, and fell to the north.

Yue Zhenbei looked calm: "You are not a mysterious emperor."

Said, a pure sword light, rising again, through the universe.