History’s Strongest Senior Brother

"No, come again?"

Yan Zhao song turned over the eyelids, the situation in front of him, similar to the time when he arrived in the Bohai World twice.

Ahu and Feng Yunqi beside them couldn’t help but squint and look at Yan Zhao’s song.

"The son, how do we go where, where is the war?" Ahu asked with a grin.

Yan Zhaoge replied with no anger: "How do I know?"

A little better than the last time, his own team did not fall directly in the center of the battlefield, but also faced attacks from both sides.

However, a big battle in front of us is more intense than the previous conflict between Lingzong and Qingshen Island.

The warring parties have completely fired the real fire, killing the blood into a river, Yan Zhaoge and others looking at it, you can see the corpse everywhere.

Blood accumulates on the ground and tends to dry up, like a black mud.

In the sky, the warriors in the realm of the great masters are fighting fiercely, and they are raging and raging.

On the ground, there are repairs for the lower warriors, and they are also fiercely fighting, and the scene is even more fierce.

The glory of the distant horizon flashed, and the powerful force that swayed the people kept stirring. Yan Zhao’s double eyebrows rose slightly, feeling that the strong people in Wu Sheng’s realm were fighting.

Although thousands of miles away, Yan Zhaoge and others can feel the ground under the feet constantly shaking.

Both the deity and the North Ming dynasty converge, and Yan Zhaoge carefully looks at the two sides who are fighting.

For Yan Zhaoge, the cultivation of the people in front of the eyes is not as high as it can be, but it can also see a lot of things.

Feng Yunqi and Ahu looked at each other for a while, and their looks were much more solemn.

"The upper bounds of the world are really different. In addition to the more aura, the martial arts here are mostly martial arts." Ahu murmured: "I don't know what these people are in front of them, but they use them. Learning, placed in the eight great world, even if it is not as good as the Holy Land, but it is not comparable to the martial arts of the first and second-rate forces."

Feng Yunyu thought for a moment: "According to Zhao Ge's remarks about the old man, the essence of inheritance before the great destruction in the upper bounds of the world, although there are many missing, but the preservation is more complete and more complete than the eight great world."

"There is even a Taoist system that is not cut off like the sacred sacred religion. The level of martial arts here is higher than that of the Eight Great World."

She looked around: "The aura here is so abundant, many natural treasures, resources, and resources are much richer than the eight great worlds."

Ahu looks at the two sides of the war: "One of the people, the advance and retreat scheduling is orderly, it seems that there is a feeling of a few soldiers."

Yan Zhaoge did not speak, he also felt the same.

I saw a group of armored warriors, gathered together, although the repair is not how to be outstanding in the realm, but formed a battle, blood and sky, as if the Taishan top of the same attack on the enemy.

Everyone is focused on one place, and quantitative changes cause qualitative changes. It is clear that they are jointly exerting a strong battlefield.

Thousands of refining martial artists, formed into a battlefield, and joined forces in one place, will defeat the enemies in the realm of a group of masters!

On the other side, there are large divisions of warriors, and the power is swept, that is, the battle of thousands of people cannot be resisted.

However, this army array is not only a rehearsal, but also a large number of martial arts masters.

Under their guidance, the battlefield has spurred stronger strength, and at the same time, it also gives feedback to these masters and warriors, and the two sides work together to fight against the big masters in front of them.

There are more than one such battle, and under the leadership of the leaders, several battles are combined, and the forces continue to overlap and grow.

Although the strength of the battlefield has limits, but the opponents are not only the masters of the spirit level, but also by the steel torrents pushed back and forth.

On the other side of the army, there are also big masters who are leading the army. They have the help of the battlefield, and the warriors who are fighting each other are suddenly unable to withstand it.

Yan Zhaoge calmly looked at this scene.

The higher the realm is, the harder it is to try to win over.

Because there are not a few battles, it can accommodate hundreds of Wu Shengqiang.

Not to mention Wu Sheng, it is difficult for the great masters to form a joint force.

It seems that it is rare for me to use the power of four people, such as Yan Di and the old man, to fight against the evil spirits.

However, Taiyi’s break-up is just four people.

However, when everyone's level is relatively low, a huge number of low-level repairs for the military to hold a group, it is indeed possible to make up for the gap in the realm of repair, this scene is the best interpretation.

Looking around the audience, Yan Zhaoge’s line of sight suddenly fainted: “Well? It’s better to open the door than I expected.”

The situation is unclear. Even the identity of both sides of the war has not been clarified. Yan Zhaoge did not intend to intervene. He only waited for the war to calm down and then personally inquired about the news.

But he took a closer look and suddenly appeared a middle-aged man in black.

This middle-aged man in black, although already a master of the realm of the great masters, but the other side also has a big armor dressed in armor, as if looking at the school, staring at him.

Out of the crowd, the middle-aged man in black suddenly took a nap, and when Yan Zhao was showing him, he was being shot at the chest!

The reason for attracting Yan Zhao’s attention is that the man is dressed and clearly the same as the dark martial artist Liang Zhi who died in the tomb.

This is probably also a dark martial artist.

On the battlefield, facing the enemy's military squad, the party of the dark sect of the martial arts has begun to collapse and flee.

The middle-aged man in black had a shot and fell to the ground. A young man next to him was shocked and quickly picked him up, then turned and fled.

Seeing that the opponent began to collapse, the armored army also disbanded the battle and began to chase each other to defeat the enemy. For them, the other level is a meritorious service.

The young man in Jinyi fled with his middle-aged man in black and fled across the mountain.

I don't know how long I have escaped. I just want to stop breathing, and suddenly there is a thunderous sound behind my back.

The Jinyi youth suddenly looked back and saw a large master team, and a group of armored warriors had already caught up.

The other person looked at the middle-aged man in black behind him, his face showed a smile: "The thief of the dark sect, the value is better than other rebellious."

The enemy’s iron hoof came to the front in an instant, and the young man’s face was white, showing the color of despair: “Don’t I die here today?”

I was thinking about it, he had a flower in front of his eyes.

Those who wear armor, also have a flower in front of them, but now there is a handsome young man in a white robe wearing a black robe with a black roll on the outside of the mountain, blocking the front of their target.

The guns in their hands fell, and the other party did not move at all, but the hands stood behind them and stood still.

In the next moment, all the armored warriors flew out, spurting blood in their mouths, and screaming.

Yan Zhao’s song looks as usual. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man in black who had been seriously injured and stunned. Then he turned his gaze to the young Jinping youth who was still a little aggressive: “You are also a dark ancestor?” To be continued.

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