History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhao song hit the right hand with a punch, then immediately step forward, left hand bent elbow

Then take the third step, the body is slightly sinking, the right shoulder is violently impacted forward.

Three fingers of thunder

Yan Zhao's right hand fist first hit, directly smashed the new arm of Liu Shengfeng's black light

Liu Shengfeng was shocked. He couldn’t get away from it. He could only resist it, because the re-achieving mountain **** hegemony was running to the extreme. ≤ ≤ small ≤ said,

However, Yan Zhao’s left arm bends elbow like thunder, and hits Liu Shengfeng’s heart.

Liu Shengfeng’s face suddenly turned white

Mountain **** hegemony, break again

Next, Yan Zhao songs pointed to thunder and promoted their third strike, the right shoulder crashed into the chest and abdomen between Liu Shengfeng

"砰" is a muffled sound, Yan Zhao song seems to sink shoulders and knock down the mountain, Liu Shengfeng's body flies directly backwards

In the screams, Liu Shengfeng was **** and mad, and his body was smashed by Yan Zhaoge.

His chest was recessed down into a large piece, and many of the white skeleton's broken bones were twisted and inserted directly into the bleeding.

Liu Shengfeng fell to the ground like a rag pocket. The whole body was soft, the air intake was less ventilated, the mouth snorted, and the blood foam kept overflowing.

Although he has improved his strength because of the devil, the Yanzhao song at the moment is more progressive than when he first played against it.

Under the thunder of lightning, Yan Zhao’s eyes were cold and cold, and he looked calmly at Liu Shengfeng who fell to the ground: “I said that Ye Shixiong and Zhang Shimei have the opportunity to find revenge for themselves.”

Liu Shengfeng's eyes widened and his body struggled. However, it is difficult to move even a small finger.

It seems to be in the words of Yan Zhaoge, on the golden tower. In the blink of an eye, the fragments of the eyes of the Emperor of Thunder flashed infinitely, releasing the endless thunder.

After a moment, the light of the eyes of Lei Di was suddenly bleak and disappeared, as if the horror of the genius was all an illusion.

But the sound of "噼里啪啦" sounded. Endless.

The light on the golden tower suddenly disappeared. The surface is tarnished and becomes like a common stone pillar.

The surface of the tower is covered with cracks, cracking and falling down, like falling down a meteorite rain.

Wrapped around the tower, it looks like a chain of black lines, vibrating, and then feels like an irresistible distance, straight and straight.

then. These black patterns, root breaks

Countless arrays of rewinds, retracted into the black fog around, the entire array. Actually began to reverse

In the sky, the roar of Mo elders sounded, and in the distance there were other exclamations and roars of the strongest.

What makes Liu Shengfeng desperate is that he lay down on the ground, struggling to try to twist his neck and see the red light door in the sky.

He also wants to move his neck is difficult, but the corner of his eye can barely see, the red light door in the sky originally standing at the peak of the tower. At this time, as the tower collapses, it gradually begins to dissipate.

I don't know, the real nine secluded door projected on the ground, this door has already opened the door of the nine secluded, and there is no hope

Ye Zhongzhou, Yan Ping, Li Jingyue, Xiao Yu, Zhang Yao, are also dull at this moment.

In their sight, in a short moment, the situation on the verge of desperation has suddenly reversed.

In the red light magic field, the towering pagoda shattered and collapsed, turning into countless gravel, and the rain fell.

The body of the Yanzhao song below is as if it is a god.

The horrible atmosphere of Jiuyou, after a slight pause, swayed wildly, but revealed the image of the end of the road.

In the blink of an eye, in a flash, all the power of the fire erupted together, and the power was powerful.

The fragments of the eyes of the Emperor, under the urging of Yan Zhaoge, made others unbelievable and truly shake the core hub of the magic field.

After a burning, the fragments of the eyes of Lei Di can not be restrained from falling into a dormant state, the purple orbs become dull and dull, and there is no breath, and they enter the crouching and wait for recovery.

Yan Zhaoge's own spirit is closely connected with the fragments of Lei Di's eye. At this moment, it also began to decline rapidly.

But at this moment, a sword shines

Sword light, bright as fire, instantly illuminate the dark space, the target points directly to Yan Zhaoge

Yan Zhao songs look the same, calmly watching Zhao Wei who came to himself.

Zhao Wei stared coldly at Yan Zhaoge, with a red-red sword in his hand, and his brilliance, like a flying fire, was a magic soldier.

Xiao Yu's difficult eyes wide open, as the same door, he knows that Cangwu Mountain did not give the spirit to Zhao.

Yan Zhaoge’s chances for Zhao’s chance to go against the sky, with treasures to carry, is not unexpected, just watching the sword wing attacking himself.

"You are now very powerful, I don't care about the danger of taking people, but you are better than me, and now you and I are fair."

Zhao Wei said coldly: "On the Tongtian Conference, I will contact Mo Laotou, and I will fight with you in the same realm. You dare not fight."

"But now, you dare, fight, you don't dare, you have to fight, you can't."

In his hand, there is a long sword, and between the electric and the flint, the sword is like a fire.

The sword is like a fire, and there seems to be a little bit of starlight, and the meteors are falling from the sky.

Under the sword, there is a fierce and subtle sword, and the stars and fires seem to blend together.

The sword light of the red long sword gradually turned from red to gold.

The golden glow of the sky is scattered, and then all the power is condensed into a line, aiming at Yan Zhaoge.

Dan Fire Sword, Spark Fire Sky

"Yan Zhao song, pull the sword" Zhao Yan eyes to drink: "to fight"

As he screamed, the sword was soaring, although it was still the late master of the guilty, but under the sword, it seemed to be able to split the world.

At this moment, Zhao's body seems to be very tall, and there is a vagueness in his pupil.

The man is screaming at the sword, arrogant and overbearing, unscrupulous and rampant in the world.

A sword swayed, and the sky was cracked, as if nothing could stop his footsteps.

Zhao Ming is still only the cultivation of the late masters of the guilty, but the horror of the sword is shrouded in all directions, and the heart is shivering and the hands and feet are soft.

Ye Zhongzhou, Zhang Yao and others are all turbulent and shocked.

Only Yan Zhao songs, always look as usual, just looking at Zhao Wei with a slightly strange look.

In the face of Zhao Xing’s star-shaped sky, Yan Zhao’s song is extremely weak at the moment, but he is still not busy.

A pair of bright lights illuminate Zhao Zhao's golden sword light.

Yan Zhao Ge Dan Tian Zhong Qing gas spread out, chaotic air mass emerged, ice and fire, yin and yang.

His arrogance is no longer hot, or cold, but always chaotic, no yin and no yang, no beginning and no end.

The next moment, this chaos bursts

It is not a green dragon in the sleeve, not a seven-star sword, not a Taiji Yunlong sword, or any other sword method, nor other martial arts.

Yan Zhao’s singer’s mind is empty, and all he learned at this moment seems to be in the same place, and then in an inexplicable form, multiple forces merge and break out together.

As if everything is in chaos, then chaos is shattered and the universe reopens

Green sword light and golden sword light meet in the air

Jinguang crashed and looked at Zhao Wei’s incredible look. Yan Zhao’s song whispered softly: “Gao Zhe, do you want to die again?” To be continued.