History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Xu Fei’s consciousness has begun to blur.

It is not only the body that is turned into a stone statue, but the soul of the **** is also dissipated in it, and it is dead and decaying.

In front of his eyes, there seems to be a scene like a horse.

When I entered the Guangshang Mountain Gate, when I became a disciple of Shi Tiezhuo, I was asked by Meng Shitaotao when I was a teenager. The first time I met with Xie Youzhen, the rise of the younger brother Yan Zhaoge, the first time to the upper bound, wide The rise of the mountain and so on.

In addition to this, there is Shi Songtao's demon and degeneration, and the master Shi Tie is falling, and he is the first teacher to receive the entrance to the stone, and he is married to Xie You.

Numerous pictures have crossed their minds, and every picture and everything is so memorable.

Xu Fei squinted a little, and saw a figure suddenly flashed to his eyes.

"Xu Shixiong!" Yan Zhao song flew near, Xu Fei's body, but has to be integrated into a stone statue.

Xu Fei saw Yan Zhao song, his lips moved slightly, trying to bring a smile.

"Drinking out of my glass of wine, but letting me leave, I have to ask each other, he is going to get drunk in the spring and autumn."

He whispered softly, his eyes finally looked at Shijie, looked at the rain, looked at Yan Zhaoge, looked at everyone else, smiled slightly, eyes closed.

Xu Fei was shrouded in blue and gray and turned into a stone statue.

The appearance of the facial features is lifelike, and the surface is rough and dry.

"Definite!" Yan Zhao song screamed and screamed, and a reel in his hand.

Originated from the hand book of the post-earth girl.

After repeated use, power squeeze, the power of the handwritten book became very weak.

Yan Zhao’s songs couldn’t take care of that, and the handwritten scrolls were unfolded, and then the whole was posted on Xu Fei, who had already turned into a stone statue.

Under the gentle brilliance of the brilliance, the gray stone statue seems to have a little more glory of life, not completely turned into a dead object.

However, the brilliance of this life is still fading.

Continued development will soon be completely exhausted, and the post-earth handwritten book cannot be maintained.

"What the **** is going on?" Yan Zhaoge was only able to ask the specific situation at this moment.

While watching the real situation of Shijie and winning the rain, while listening to the people, the Yanzhao song looked gloomy, and the whole person seemed to be a volcano that could erupt at any time.

In the past eight years, Xu Fei was his best fellow brother.

At the beginning of the Eight Great World, the fall of the master Bo Shitie has always been a pain in the heart of Yanzhao.

At this moment, Xu Fei fell in front of him, adding a wound to Yan Zhao's heart, and also cut the old wounds.

The tragedy of Shi Tie and Shi Songtao seems to have continued to this day.

"劈地珠,劈地珠..."

Yan Zhao song forced himself to calm down and keep thinking.

"Swallowed the beads... swallowed the beads, and ran the magic to curse..." Yan Zhao song suddenly moved: "Maybe..."

He rushed forward, grabbed the stone statue that Xu Fei had turned, and turned his head and said, "Yun, go with me!"

Feng Yun笙, but did not ask, just nodded: "Good!"

"Two, I am bothered to take my teacher and my mother and son, and return to the Tiansu universe." Yan Zhaoge quickly said: "When I came to the road, I had already got in touch with my father and my uncle, and they soon came. Convergence, then you can go together."

"Most of the previous confrontations have been cleaned up by us, but there may still be missing fish, or foreign backups. Please be careful."

When Emperor Hongdi and Ningdi saw it, although they were not clear, they immediately agreed: "Please rest assured."

"Yan Shishu..." Shi Yan eagerly looked at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge said: "When you go back to the mountain, you have to ask more questions and adjust your injuries. After I go back, I will help you find a way. After the rain really woke up, you will accompany her."

"After this robbery, the magical prints on your mother and son will be cleared, as long as they are no longer found by the evil spirits to drop new magic marks."

Ishigaki replied: "Yes, Uncle Yan."

He was reluctant, but he was taken away by Ning Emperor and Hongdi together with the winner of the rain.

"Let's go!" Yan Zhao Ge and Feng Yun, also joined the road, and went away in an instant.

On the road, Yan Zhaoge asked: "What about that chop?"

Feng Yun's palm spread out, showing a blue-black flame with a square shape resembling a cage.

She asked: "Let's go there?"

After Yan Zhao’s song reported a place name, he directly fell into the black fire cage and disappeared.

Feng Yunqi took a deep breath and recovered the five fingers. He folded the cage and did not stop.

In the black fire cage, it seems to be an independent world.

Between the heavens and the earth, a pair of blue and black magical flutters, criss-crossing, as if a chain.

The center of the convergence of multiple chains, together on a person, can not be bound.

Yan Zhao Ge looked at this person coldly.

The other person looked up and revealed a pale face.

It is Chen Ganhua.

Chen Ganhua looked at Yan Zhaoge, but his breath was weak, but he still smiled: "Are you coming?"

"The smell of the demon of the soil has just weakened. What happened, or was it killed?"

He shook his head: "The devil of the soil is too high. I can't really see the future. Well, now it is suppressed, it is difficult to display Yuantianshu, it is even more difficult to see."

The demon of the soil is because the level of its own realm is too high, so Chen Ganhua can't see his future, so he doesn't mind too much.

Assuming that Chen Qianhua's cultivation can be promoted to the realm, many things are no longer secret.

In comparison, he is more interested in the existence of Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di, Nie Jingshen.

"Unfortunately, if the mother and the child become magic, I don't know how you will deal with it?" he sighed.

Yan Zhao song looked at him coldly and suddenly smiled.

Chen Ganhua’s eyes slammed in front of him, and Yan Zhao’s song was close to him.

The fingertips extended a long flame, like a dagger. Yan Zhao’s finger waved and opened a wound on Chen Ganhua.

Then, the second, third...

"Do you want to take me a thousand?" Chen Ganhua, although he was sorely sighed, but he didn't care: "I have tried it myself. Actually, it doesn't mean anything."

Yan Zhao song does not answer, just a knife and a knife.

Soon, Chen Ganhua was bruised and dying.

"You are very angry? Haha..." Chen Ganhua smiled weakly.

But the next moment, he suddenly couldn't smile.

Because he found that thousands of wounds he had suffered were all gone, as if they were illusions.

Then I saw Yan Zhao’s face without expression, and once again fell down.

Chen Ganhua’s eyes widened.

This first knife, and the first knife of the talent, regardless of the point, angle, strength, length, depth, are exactly the same!

"what are you going to do?!"

As if everything was not changed, Chen Ganhua, who was not in the heart, suddenly screamed.

Yan Zhao song replied faintly: "What is urgent, just started."