History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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Shi Songtao walked to the middle of the crowded Guangzhan martial artists and looked up at Shi Tie. network

The low, hoarse voice sounded: "Now, I have seven people on the left hand side and fifteen people on the right hand side."

Shi Songtao looked up at Shi Tie: "If I said that I want to kill one of the light now, do you think I should choose which side is better?"

In the iron and iron eyes, the cold light of the forced man was shot, and the palm of the hand on the golden tower was slightly moved, and it was not removed.

His empty hand reached out to Shi Songtao, but Sima slashed his gun and blocked the stone.

Shi Songtao said indifferently: "With your cultivation, if you don't care about the core hub of the big array, even if there is a stagnation of the king, you can kill all of us."

"But you can't ignore the big array that leads to the nine secluded, right?"

Shi Songtao turned to look at those who were wide-ranging warriors: "Your experience is like me."

"Compared with the consequences of the arrival of Jiuyou, you may die 20,000, 200,000, 2 million or even more people, so the lives of more than 20 of you, in the eyes of Shi Tie, seem insignificant. ”

Those who are widely versatile, some look complicated, while others reluctantly glare at Shi Songtao.

Shi Songtao looked at Shi Tie: "If this is the case, then just the question, your answer, I know."

He looked around: "Seven and fifteen, you definitely want to keep fifteen."

Shi Songtao chuckled: "There are more people, right?"

The seven broad-ranging warriors on the left side of his body suddenly showed a desperate color.

However, Shi Songtao did not rush to start, but turned to look to the right: "However, the remaining fifteen people, if you divide into five, one side, ten, which side do you choose to keep?"

The stone iron eyes became condensed.

Shi Songtao said faintly: "Is there still a lot of people? Then is it to keep ten and give up five?"

"It fits your style very well, but..." Shi Songtao spread his hands to both sides and said coldly: "In that case, there are ten people who survived, and twelve people who died. Which side is more, which side? less?"

Shi Tie looked at Shi Songtao for a long time.

Shi Songtao’s gaze also gaze at the tall body in midair.

"Shi Shixiong, interrupt you." Yan Zhaoge suddenly said in a moment: "I don't have much words, just three sentences."

"The first sentence, many times, a lot of things, not a simple choice of the number, with the character of Master Bo, if he really chooses, I think that he will not choose to sacrifice the majority, nor will he choose to sacrifice a minority, but Choose to sacrifice yourself."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Shi Songtao: "The old saying goes that the son of the son is Mo Ruo, and in turn, there are some truths. I think that your understanding of Master Bo is deeper than me."

Shi Songtao’s line of sight, from Shi Tie’s body, was transferred to Yan Zhao’s song, indifferent and silent.

Yan Zhaoge calmly confronts him: "The second sentence is actually asking one thing."

"Rain really scorpions and nephews, have they died, or are you the same as you are now?"

Shi Songtao's wife, surnamed win, famous Yuzhen, is a solitary warrior, and after meeting with Shi Songtao, the two have very affectionate feelings, and they are married and harmonious.

Since then, the son they gave birth, named Shijie, is the name that the old head Yuan Zhengfeng helped.

The years after the birth of Shijie were the happiest days for Shi Tie and Shi Songtao.

But unfortunately, the good times are not long, and then it was the disaster.

Shi Songtao’s family of three suffers, all of them are missing, and they can’t do it.

Today, Shi Songtao has finally reappeared, but he still does not see the image of Win Rain and Shi Yan.

Yan Zhaoge, Shi Tie, and Xu Fei looked at Shi Songtao as if they were injured solitary wolves, and they felt a burst of heart.

Compared with Shi Tie and Xu Fei, this question is still asked by Yan Zhaoge.

Upon hearing this question, Shi Songtao breathed a slam, and his eyes showed anger and pain, which was stronger than before.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Shi Songtao and said slowly: "The third sentence..."

Having said that, Yan Zhao song suddenly moved!

The cloak of his shoulder crane feathers suddenly turned over and turned into two huge wings. During the vibration, the figure fluttered like Shi Songtao and others!

In the right eye of Yan Zhaoge, the blue and purple thunder flashed. The next moment, a round purple bead appeared on the top of his head.

The desolation of the ancient atmosphere filled the air, the beads flashed thunder, a fierce beat!

Like a person's eyes, gently twitched.

Booming!

A fierce thunder, the light ball turned into a thunder, and the space was torn apart in a blink of an eye!

The Thunder's quick response did not come at all, and it was directly in front of the white old man in the realm of the great master of the late Qing Dynasty.

It seems as if the sky is falling, the thunder is destroyed, and the evil is destroyed!

When Yan Zhao songs move, the white old man is alert.

He slammed his body and screamed, his body swelled, and his body flashed.

But the Thunder is too fast!

It was almost his thoughts, his body could not react at all, he didn't have time to react and judge, and even the instinctive reaction was too late to make!

After Yan Zhaoge was promoted to the Grand Master, he urged the eyes of Lei Di’s eye to fully ignite the thunder of the moment, and the power was soaring!

Booming!

The Thunder burst into the head of the white old man, smashing his body and smashing his armor.

In the end, he will be made into steel, which is a **** fog that is harder than many gold and iron!

Spike!

Direct spike!

The three masters of the Grand Master, Yunling's later realm, was directly killed by a sudden thunder on the spot!

From the Yan Zhao song hands, to the white old man was bombed without bones, just a blink of an eye!

Yan Zhaoge started the crane wing and instantly came to the public.

A green sword like the blue sky flashed like a dragon.

There are five major masters of the martial arts, and after the white old man, there is another person, a great master of the early Ming Dynasty, who was stabbed to death by Yan Zhaoge!

Xu Fei and Ahu, who had been greeted by Yan Zhao’s songs and screamed in advance, also rushed out, one by one, to deal with two other great masters.

At the same time, Yan Zhao song went to Shi Songtao.

Shi Songtao’s hand is shining, and a sword greets Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhao’s hands are wrong, his body is turning, his feet are stepping on, and he is like a bucket to move around, flying around Shi Songtao.

Cut the left hand and bring a thunder, like a giant blade, cut on the right arm of Shi Songtao's sword!

With a muffled sound, Shi Songtao’s left arm suddenly softened and the long sword fell to the ground.

"Offended." At the same time, Yan Zhao song kicked out at the bottom, kneeling on Shi Songtao's leg.

Just like waving a big axe, cutting down a big tree, and directly smashing the body of Shi Songtao, one knee on the ground!

Yan Zhaoge extended his right hand, and the five fingers became claws. He buckled Shi Songtao's neck from behind and suppressed him from moving.

"The third sentence..." Yan Zhaoge spit out a sigh of gas: "The twenty-two doors here, Shi Shixiong, you can't kill one."

With the completion of this sentence, the white old man was shattered by the thunder and turned into a **** rain, and the flesh of the splash fell to the ground! (To be continued.) 8