History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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As the leader of the younger generation of Bihai City, Song Chao, one of the four sons of the world, has his own pride and confidence.

He is really interested in comparing with Tang Yongzhen.

If Tang Yongzhen and Xu Fei must have a battle, Song Chao will have a good victory and defeat with Tang Yongzhen.

Now, he also has no intention of taking advantage of Tang Yongzhen.

If you spend too much with him, it will seriously affect the battle between Tang Yongzhen and Xu Fei. It is such a concern that it is invisible to let Tang Yongzhen fall into the wind.

Many times, the strong fight, only fight for the first line.

Song Chao has no heart to occupy Tang Yongzhen cheaper, and it is even more impossible to use such a move as the Dasheng sect.

After seeing Tang Yongzheng promised, Song Chao nodded: "Please advise."

After all, he took a shot to Tang Yongzhen, and he became a illusory world.

It is just the martial art of the heavens, and the illusory world of Song Chao’s anger is more realistic and concise than the innate martial arts.

Not only Tang Yongzhen, who is facing his own front, but also other people watching the war, such as Yan Zhaoge, seems to have a huge wave in front of him, and he is heading towards himself.

At the entrance, the sea is boundless, the sound of the ears is endless, and the tsunami is landslide.

Tang Yong met with this scene, and the second finger in the right finger stood as a sword, and split the sword with a sword.

A golden sword light rising like a rising sun was born, like the sun's hot and warm atmosphere suddenly enveloped everyone.

Da Ri Sheng Zong Chuan Chuan, one of the seven laws of the big day, breaking the sword!

Yan Zhao’s eyes flashed and looked up slightly.

Seeing the sky above the clouds, the sun is shining through the clouds and falling from the clouds.

At the fingertips of Tang Yongzhen, the light skyrocketed, as if there was any powerful existence being gestated, and the sunlight in the sky above the head was also crazy to meet the fingertips of Tang Yongzhen!

In the twinkling of an eye, the light is growing. It is like forming a rising sun.

In the pale golden sun, there is infinite heat, and there are two suns appearing between the heavens and the earth. One is above the sky above the head, and the other is in front of everyone.

Jianguang was originally like the dawn of the rising sun. Soft but not weak, light is not strong.

But when the sun is in contact with the sea that the Song Chao suffocates, there are countless shining, glaring, like the tip of the awning, like the light of a fine needle. It burst into a light rain and scatter around.

Every golden sensation hits the surrounding tide and a violent explosion occurs.

Continuous non-stop explosion! Endless explosion!

The collision of hundreds of millions of golden light and the endless sea!

The sea is like a dark cloud scattered by the sun, rolling back and smashing, and it is broken and finally turned into an infinite waterdrop like a rainstorm.

Then each waterdrop was smashed by the golden stalks, and it broke down one after another, and eventually disappeared without a trace!

Just like the water on the ground, it is all evaporated under the sun.

Tang Yongzheng set up the sword. Looking at the Song Chao, sincerely said: "Song brother, inheritance."

Song Chao did not occupy him cheaply. Accurately speaking, the consumption of suffocation and physical strength of the two people is almost negligible. More is the understanding of the changes in the moves and the comprehension of the martial arts.

If you are doing a desperate struggle, it is far from a trick to distinguish between winning and losing.

Song Chao took back his palm and sighed: "I still lose you a trick."

He shook his head and turned and walked away. Going straight to the edge of the floating island and sitting cross-legged, the meaning is obviously to start being a bystander, and the next Tongtian League has no plans to continue to participate.

Tang Yongzhen arched his hand. Then I turned to look at Xu Fei and said: "Xu Shixiong waited for a long time, Meng Song brothers let you, the battle between you and me, as usual, I have no consumption, no need to adjust interest rates. Let's start directly."

Xu Fei received a leather bag in his hand, and there was a strong scent of wine. When Tang Yongzhen and Song Chao played against each other, they drank and drank.

At this time, he looked up and drank the last bite of spirits. The skin hangs back to his waist and reaches for a mouth. He smiles and said: "Although you have only had a trick with Song brother, but also let me see many doorways, especially for you. The current repair has an understanding of the entry."

"You are a drop-off person, I don't take advantage of you."

After all, Xu Fei reached out to the palm of his hand and pushed forward.

Under one palm, the breath is like a cloud covering the square, and the earth carries the eight poles.

The palm of the hand is simple and simple, and it looks even simple and bulky, but it is majestic, as if it contains infinite mystery!

This palm is out, all the congenital warriors present, all in front of the eyes.

As everyone knows, Xu Fei is different from his teacher Shi Tie, although his temperament is heroic. However, martial arts practice is a way of walking. Like stone and iron, he concentrates on a kind of martial arts and consistently.

Unlike Shi Tie’s practice of Jin Gang’s body, Xu Fei’s choice is another school in the upper eight poles, Da Xuan Huang Jian.

For many years, Xu Fei did not repair other Guangcheng scholastic studies, and concentrated on practicing the Daxuan Huangjian style. In this martial art, the first person in the realm of the innocent masters, many of the same great masters are not as good as him.

However, today, Xu Fei did not display the Da Xuan Huang Jian style, and his teaching method, the Taoist artistic conception is in line with the Da Xuan Huang Jian style, but it is not the same.

It is not simply to turn the sword into a palm, or to change the sword as a master, and not to use the sword to practice the sword.

It can be seen from the eyesight of Yan Zhaoge and others that although Xu Fei’s momentum is still relatively primitive and simple, it is clearly in the Da Xuan Huang Jian style to promote the new and change.

This is a brand new martial art, belonging to Xu Fei's own martial arts!

Although it is still incomplete, the potential is amazing.

Ahu muttered to himself: "Fei Ge continues to push the development of the law, and perfecting it to Dacheng, I am afraid that there will be a ninth pole in the future."

Xu Fei stood up in the palm of his hand and looked at Tang Yongzheng. He smiled and said: "I have a little trick that I have been pondering for, let everyone laugh, although it is still difficult to enter the eyes of Fangjia, but Tang brother, I can do both with the sword and the same. A source of martial arts can form a union."

Tang Yongzhen nodded seriously: "Thank you for reminding Master Xu."

After the two men faced each other with a fist, Tang Yong slammed his hand and had a golden sword in his palm. The light was blazing and not glaring, such as the beginning of Chaoyang.

Xu Fei is reaching for the back and catching it. A black broad-sword dragon is squirted out of the sheath and falls into the hand. The sword is simple and unpretentious.

When the two men unfolded the Da Xuan Huang Jian style, they began to break the sword and immediately fight together.

The Tongtian League has just begun, and it is likely that it will be the highest level of the competition.

Yan Zhao song looked at Xu Fei and Tang Yongzhen, the two swords came to the sword, the dragon struggled, and could not help but nodded: "All are well-deserved."

He turned his head and looked in the other direction, where other big day saints and disciples were nervously watching the battle. Only one person, the look was always the same, not changing at all, quiet as if it did not exist.

Pu Zhaogongzi, Huang Jie. (To be continued.)