History’s Strongest Senior Brother

(ps: This chapter was dissatisfied after being written up late last night. During the day, I decided to make changes, delay some time, update later, please forgive me... し0.)

Huang Guanglie’s mighty powers shrouded the entire Guangfu Mountain.

Yan Zhaoge is on the thunderstorm, and is no exception.

He looked up and looked calmly at Huang Guanglie in the clouds. He could see the other person's appearance in his sight, but in his perception, he was only white.

That feeling is more anxious than looking directly at the sun.

At that moment, Yan Zhaoge gave birth to a feeling that he did not exist in this world, as if it had been purified by the infinite brilliance.

The glory of the sky, the heart feels, feels the eyes of Yan Zhaoge, his eyes immediately to the view of Zhen Leifeng, looking at the peak of the Yan Zhao song.

With the condensed vision of Huang Guanglie, the power that originally shrouded Guangshan Mountain was also focused on the Yanzhao song.

The endless power of daylight, at this moment condensed at a point, crossed the void, burned the void, and penetrated the void!

On the top of the dry sky, Yan Di stood up and waved in the hands of the knives, and the Taiqing robes were wide-sleeved and floating.

The knife of the sky is splitting, and the sun is split.

Behind Yan Di, the faces of Zhang Elder and the elders of the palace are not easy.

At this moment, Huang Guanglie is not really a shot.

On the peak of the thunder, Yan Zhao’s song looked calm and looked at Huang Guanglie. He arched his hand: “Dong Lai Wu’s face, Guang’s disciple Yan Zhaoge is polite.”

Huang Guanglie looked at Yan Zhao's songs up and down. After a long while, he said in an understatement: "Simple martial arts are repaired and strength. Can you compare Yan Di to you in the future? No matter, but in the same realm, at the same age, you are more than Yan Di. The movement is still big."

"Unfortunately, the old man has decided to destroy the Guangcheng and kill Yandi today."

"You will not stay."

Huang Guanglie stretched out one hand forward, and the palm of his hand was bright and bright.

The Great Day of the Holy Sepulchre, the first of the seven laws of the Great Day.

Bright and beautiful, the world is white!

The stunts that had been used in the hands of Pan Botai, now in the hands of Huang Guanglie, are another scene.

In the meantime, everyone is no longer flashing in the eyes, but it is dark.

The light is so bright that everyone feels almost blind.

Under the glory of Huang Guanglie, it seems that only he is the truth in the world, the only master, the only light, and the rest are all in the darkness.

Sunrise East, at dawn, the real sun has risen on the horizon.

But at this moment, Guangshang Mountain is up and down, but it seems to be stepping into the night again.

Above the Tianfeng Peak, the Taiqing dynasty, which has been guarding the Guangshan Mountain Gate, has been radiant, and it has also faded at this moment, as if it were to be extinguished.

On the top of the mountain, Yan Tai’s Tai Qing robe, a little light, or black or yellow, is vast and majestic.

However, under the glory of Huang Guanglie, these radiances lit up and went out a little.

The horror of light swept across the world, as if to wipe the entire Guangcheng Mountain from the earth.

Yan Di's eyes are not shocked, fearless and fearless to face the powerful Huang Guanglie.

He took a deep breath, and the knives and dragons that were annihilated by the purple light in his hands rose high.

With Yan Di lifting the knife, the purple radiance above the blade re-flashes!

Taiqing robes kept flying, and the air was scattered and spread, and the Guangfeng Eight Peaks fluctuated together.

There is no kanshui peak covered by the magic field, and it also resonates with the other eight peaks, and is entangled in the road of Taiqing robes.

Above the Tianfeng Peak, the huge pattern of the Taiqing large array of polycondensation began to shrink further!

In the hands of Yan Di, the scorpion dragon scorpion, a line of purple light straight through the sky, connected with the Taiqing big squad into the center of the striated line.

In the sound of dragons, the purple light continued to expand, and finally it was like Tianzhu.

Taiqing robes made a clear air, wrapped around the purple light column, combined with Taiqing.

Yan Di exhaled and opened the door with a knife!

As the pillars of heaven collapsed, the sky was overturned, and the infinite heavens together turned into purple long knives.

On the edge of the edge that is not seen in the distance, a pattern is inlaid, which is exactly what the Taiqing dynasty condenses.

The glory of the road, or the brilliance of black or yellow, is also spread above the blade.

The majestic power of the Taiqing Dazheng and Taiqing robes, all of them at the moment have no reservations and blessings on Yan Di, helping him to throw this strong knife!

When the purple light flashed, I finally stopped letting white light be beautiful.

The darkness receded and the light returned to the Guangcheng.

The majestic purple knife light broke through the infinite white light.

Dazhe Shengzong is a strong man. Looking at this scene, his face is also full of admiration, but he is not worried.

"In the Grand Master, you can really be called invincible." Huang Guanglie nodded: "However, it is only a big master."

"You are still tender now."

Huang Guanglie said, stretched forward, the five fingers open the palm, the index finger and the thumb back, leaving only the remaining three fingers, and then a little closer to the Guangfu Mountain and Yan Di.

On the **** of his middle finger, ring finger and little finger, all the golden light shines.

Although it is only a faint golden light, it seems to contain endless bursting power.

It’s better than the light, the world is white, and it’s a powerful force!

Under the golden light, it is just as strong as Yang.

Yan Di's knife light, instantly turbulent!

Pan Botai sneered coldly and said: "You have a worthy knife, my holy sect has the Sun Quan Jing, Sanyang Qitai!"

Huang Guanglie urged the Dasheng sect to the high martial arts, and the martial arts in the Yangquan boxing martial arts, Sanyang Qitai, the incomparably powerful force, bombarded the past with Guangcheng Mountain and Yan Di.

Three golden light, running through the world!

Yan Di long exhaled, opened a giant knife, crossed out, intercepted three golden light.

In the roar, the purple knife kept shaking.

In the process of vying with the purple light knife, the three golden lights merge, gradually return to one point, and the power goes up one level!

Yan Di looked calm and crossed the knife and finally took the defensive.

Purple knife light, like a canopy, divides the world into two worlds, one is Guangcheng Mountain, and the other is the horrible golden light.

Violet and golden light kept stagnating.

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In the current eight-maximum world, Huang Guanglie is almost already the first strong.

Yan Di took the position of the great master, and with the help of Taiqing robe and Taiqing, he successfully blocked it.

More care for the Guangshan Mountain Gate, not letting the aftermath of the collision between the two strong forces, affecting other people in Guangchong Mountain.

If you do not care about other security, Yan Di has more counter-attacks and will not take defensive.

The attacking Yan Di is the strongest Yan Di.

But no one has forgotten that Huang Guanglie at the moment is an empty hand.

The sacred sacred sacred sect of the Great Day, the big day Hengtian, has not yet appeared.

On the peak of the thunder, Yan Zhaoge and Ahu looked at this scene, and Ah Hu swallowed: "When Huang Guanglie succeeded further, it was terrible. It is no wonder that the old head said that everything should be closed to the impact of Wu Sheng."

In the sky, Huang Guanglie turned his head and said to Pu Zhaojun and Pan Botai: "Yan Di is a rare talent. In the last battle of his life, the old man gave him the opportunity to display."

"As for the Guangcheng Mountain, I will hand it over to you."

Pu Zhaojun and others nodded, and then, in the sky, a round of **** rose, and then quickly flew toward the Guangchong Mountain! (To be continued.)