History’s Strongest Senior Brother

One green and one red gold, two swords in the air. ●⌒,.

Yan Zhao’s song was swung out, and in the mood of the move, there was a faint glimpse of chaos and a resurgence of the universe.

As if the end of everything, it is like the beginning of everything.

Wherever the sword light is, the sword light of the golden flame flashing in the sky of Zhao Xingxing suddenly disappears.

In the hands of Zhao Wei’s burning sword, Jianguang’s aura was suddenly suppressed by Lingjian Bilong and became dull.

Yan Zhao’s horrible swordsmanship, all the way up, directly to Zhao Wei itself.

Zhao Wei’s face showed a slight ugly expression, only the Jianfeng’s sword front, which contained a great terror power concept that shattered everything.

His own arrogant swordsmanship has completely collapsed and is difficult to resist.

"I have never seen him show in the Tongtianhui League. He is the sword in the end..." Zhao Wei can feel the weakness of Yan Zhaoge at this moment, and even the suffocation is difficult.

At the level of cultivation, the Yan Zhao song at this moment does not have an advantage.

If you say that the realm of higher realms and insights, Zhao Zhao’s last life is Wu Sheng, how can he suffer in this respect?

However, there is no reason, no reason, at this moment, he will simply defeat the defeat!

Zhao Yuli sighed: "Let the land!"

His palm turned over and suddenly he showed a small black stove that was all black and inconspicuous.

There is no breath in this Dan furnace, and there is no flash of a flash of light. There is no unique power fluctuation.

It is like a common thing.

However, Yan Zhao’s song is on the black little Dan furnace. The power contained in Jianfeng is like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing instantly.

The lower spirit of the spirit of the sword, Bilong, stabbed on the surface of the Dan furnace, leaving no trace on the Dan furnace.

Yan Zhao song eyes a glimpse, the action is not sluggish, and immediately again is a palm!

Zhao Wei held the Dan furnace, as if holding a shield, moving against the attack of Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhao sings his eyebrows: "I can't push it. I can only rely on the treasure itself. Is it used for resistance?"

He hit the palm of Zhao Wei, suddenly changed direction, and the exquisite moves changed, and the shadows of the sky shrouded the past.

Zhao Wei’s sword slammed back: “Yan Zhao Ge. Today will kill you!”

The gold tower collapsed, the red light door disappeared, and the big squad that supported the magic domain reversed.

The red world where everyone is in the middle of the world is gradually disintegrating, the black magic of the head suddenly stagnate, and then quickly dissipated!

That black and red. Two mountaines like the pillars of the celestial sky once again appeared on the top of the Yanzhao song.

On the black body, there is a roar of anger and elders: "Yanjia children, you are looking for death!"

Lushan Peak, directly to the Yan Zhao song head down.

The light in front of Yan Zhao’s song suddenly darkened, and the black shadow on the top of the head became bigger and bigger, covering the sky.

The horrible atmosphere almost paralyzed him and he couldn’t move.

"Let's take care of yourself." Yan Zhao's face is not changed, and smiles indifferently.

The magic field reversal, and the magic of the road dissipated, and began to madly rush to the body of a demon.

The sorcerer who was originally threatened by the magical power, not only can not enjoy the power of the bonus at this moment. The magic of reversing the speed, but a huge threat, violently impact their bodies!

The black mountain was originally pressed against the Yanzhao song, but at the moment it swayed violently like a landslide.

The huge array of black mountains is not stable, and it begins to shatter!

One after another, the scriptures are annihilated, turned into streamers, and scattered in the air.

Mo elder roared: "Little thief!"

At the same time, the red mountain of the mountain stone Wengquan power. Hit the black mountain!

The crumbling black mountain, suddenly began to collapse and crack!

Mo elders reversed for the big bangs, and he was crushed by the wind and stone. The power suddenly overto the elders!

The war suddenly reversed.

The black mountain and the black matrix are broken together. Exposed to the face of the elders who were arrogant and unwilling, a pair of golden eyes, staring at the red mountain in front of them, staring at the Yanzhao song below, the blood in the eyes flashed wildly, and the anger was raging.

However, the stone stone is not forgiving. The red body of the boxing spirit was once again knocked down, and it was shocked by the elders and blood.

The elders are resentful and arrogant, and they are connected with a slender chain of black light and shadow patterns.

The slender chain of magical gas, which rolled up and rushed into his body, shocked the elders and suddenly it was a blood spout!

And the attack of Shan Shi Weng, do not give him the chance to counterattack, hit again!

"Yanjia children, you will not have a good end!" Mo elders know that they have been difficult to escape, in the screams, completely abandon the mountain stone Weng regardless, to rise to the last strength, slay Yan Zhao song, a sigh of hatred .

But the black striated chain on his back made his seriously injured body overwhelmed, and his flesh and blood violently.

Mo elder's figure was stagnant in the air, and the attack of Shan Shi Weng had already caught up with him!

The loud noise of "Boom" came as if the sound of the ruined rock was completely broken.

Mo elder's life, came to the end, a spurt of blood, a suffocating fist, all shattered.

He didn't pay attention to his eyes, his eyes glared at Yan Zhao's song: "...the old man is not willing!"

An old master, a strong master, has fallen!

The violent temperament in the sky is scattered, and the ups and downs are rolled up, and the people underneath are also unstable.

Ye Zhongzhou, Zhang Yao, and others who have stood up hard have relapsed.

Yan Zhao Ge bears the impact of air currents, and it is also like a boat in the wind, but his hands are as steady as a rock!

A sword stabbed Zhao Wei, and Zhao Wei held a burning sword to fight back.

Yan Zhao’s empty hand, a punch to Zhao Wei, chaos, chaos, the resurgence of the terror power of the universe, once again!

In the face of the Yanquan song's iron fist, Zhao Hao's eyes are cold and hot, and he holds up the black incense burner to resist the attack of Yan Zhaoge.

However, Yan Zhaoge’s fist, while touching the black incense burner, suddenly shattered and the power suddenly calmed down and everything became silent.

It seems that the process of reopening the universe is temporarily terminated and everything is returned to chaos.

No yin and no yang, no front and no back, no beginning, no end, no ignorance.

Zhao Wei’s face changed slightly.

Yan Zhao’s face is expressionless, and the moves on his hands suddenly change. The five fingers open and he grabs Zhao’s wrist!

Zhao Wei's experience is extremely rich, and the reaction is quicker. At the same time as the Yanzhao song changed, he held the hand of the small incense burner and suddenly increased his strength. The back of his hand seemed to be a sledgehammer and fell to the arm of Yan Zhaoge.

It is the martial art of the Cangwu Mountain, breaking the sky!

Yan Zhao’s eyes are as light as electricity, and quickly return to the air, and force again!

The finger is thunder!

Opened the five fingers, suddenly became a match, gently licking on Zhao's wrist, as if swaying.

But Zhao Wei’s arm is like a shock like an electric shock. The wrist is **** and mad, and the meridians are broken!

Zhao Wei’s hand can’t catch a small incense burner.

Waiting for him to deal with it, Yan Zhaoge’s other hand, Lingjian Bilong shouted out, shattering the terrorist power of chaos, once again screaming at Zhao Wei!

"Yan Zhao Ge!"

Unwilling to roar, Zhao Hao’s neck is cool!

Then, the shattered sword meaning, from the neck wound, spread to the whole body, tearing his whole body!

Flesh, broken!

Bone and bone, broken!

Soul, broken!

Everything, broken!

Yan Zhao song looks cold and cold: "The second time, now I feel, it seems that there is no big deal?" (To be continued.)