History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The humiliation and anger in Yang Zhaoxuan’s heart reached its peak, but his mind calmed down at the moment.

Although he felt humiliated, although he felt unacceptable, he clearly defined a fact at the moment.

He is not an opponent of Yan Zhaoge.

Even though there are Wu Yu’s golden guns in hand, the youth in front of them also have sacred soldiers.

Continue to die in the end, the result is only one, that is, die in Yanzhao singer, there will be no second possibility!

Even if there is hope to fight together, Yang Zhaoxuan, who is brave and brutal, will not die, but knowing that there is no chance of winning, he calms down and suddenly retreats.

Yan Zhaoge looked up and saw Yang Zhaoxuan, who was flying by his own palm. This time, he did not have a stable body shape. Instead, he took advantage of the backward flight and took it away from afar.

The cyan flame converges, and the white light unfolds, as if it is turned into a wing, Yang Zhaoxuan flies directly into the distance.

Yan Zhao song smiled: "It is easy to go when you come."

The sound of dragons in the sky sounded, and there was no end to the ear. A huge temple appeared in people's sight.

All the light dragons, between the heavens and the earth, the power of majesty and majesty, shocked the Quartet.

When Yang Zhao looked at it, he saw that the hall was black and black, flashing Jin Hui, and numerous inscriptions were spelled on the walls of the main hall.

The golden air of the road spreads into the sea of ​​clouds, directly covering the sky, completely blocking the void around Laofeng City.

Yang Zhaoxuan is not a person without insight, so when he sees the appearance of the hall in front of him, he is more shocked than other observers.

This huge hall is brick-and-mortar. It looks like it is no different from ordinary materials, but it seems to be made up of pieces of keel and pieces of dragon scales!

The entire hall, each brick and tile, is worthless, and contains extraordinary power!

Converging together, it is a show of infinite martial arts, in addition to Yang Zhaoxuan in the realm of Wu Sheng, surrounded by other living creatures, watching the dragon temple in the air that day, all want to pay homage to the surrender.

There are a lot of dragons in the clouds, the hall is hidden in it, as if the dragon is the first, but it has its own king, and it dominates the power of all things.

The gates of the palace are open, and there is a huge suction inside. The light of the road flashes, and it is necessary to gather together into a madman and involve Yang Zhaoxuan.

Yang Zhaoxuan yelled, and quickly launched the Wu Yutu Golden Gun, urging his own strength to resist the horror of the Dragon Palace.

The corner of his eye noticed that Yan Zhaoge also rose from the ground and flew to himself. Yang Zhaoxuan’s face was iron and blue, his wrists were lifted, and a blue fire rushed into the sky.

The fire is to burst in the sky, but the void is suddenly darkened.

When Yang Zhao’s hole shrinks, he sees the sky above his head shrouded in darkness, silent and silent, and the blue flame is directly swallowed by the darkness.

The next moment, a thunder sounded in the darkness.

The pale thunder glows, as if it was the first light that was born in the darkness.

The Thunder burst, and the pale thunder led to Yang Zhaoyu’s head.

Yang Zhaoxuan was helpless, and he could only mention the bombardment of the Wu Yu’s golden gun to resist the thunder of Yan Zhaoge’s night.

Yan Zhao song walked up to him without hesitation, watching Yang Zhaoxiao smile, and then it was another palm.

Yang Zhaoxuan witnessed his splitting, but he was unable to dodge. He swallowed Yan Zhao’s song and flew out again, and fell into the gate of the Dragon Hall.

The gate slammed shut and there was a violent shock.

After Yan Zhaoge took Yang Zhaoqi into the group dragon temple, he did not hurry to chase in, but turned to look at other Daxuan dynasty warriors.

Originally, after the initial shock, the Daxuan dynasty warriors rushed up to support Yang Zhaoxuan and besieged Yan Zhaoge.

However, the situation changed rapidly, and the group of dragons appeared, directly imprisoning and suppressing Yang Zhaoxuan.

Among these Daxuan dynasty warriors, there are many strong men in the realm of the great masters, and in the past they are also the role of squatting.

But at this moment, Yan Zhao’s eyes were swept away. They all chilled and even felt the numbness of their limbs.

Seeing that the Wushen Yang Zhaoxuan, who is the only one of the guardians of the priests, is not the opponent of Yan Zhaoge, and the people of the Daxuan dynasty, at this time, feel the body is shaking in an uncontrollable manner.

Yanzhao song robe sleeves, a cuff, thousands of green light dragons roared out, instantly sweeping the world!

The Qinglong squadrons swayed between the heavens and the earth, sweeping a group of Daxuan dynasty warriors.

Sensen Jianguang makes the entire Laofeng City immersed in a cold.

Not only the Daxuan dynasty warriors, but even the Wei family old who came with Wei Yunsheng, were also slaughtered by Yan Zhaoge's Jianguang!

During the robe of the robe, the sword light converges, and Yan Zhao’s song is leisurely, and he walks into the group dragon temple.

As soon as I entered the temple, there was a rising fire in front of my eyes.

In the sea of ​​fire, Yang Zhaoxuan was as sinking as water, watching the Yan Zhao song.

At this moment, it is already the scene of death. Yang Zhaoxuan also gave up all the thoughts of walking away and tried to kill Yan Zhao.

He now only has to go ahead, either to kill the birth day, or to die without a place of burial!

Among the blue sea of ​​fire, Jinguang rose up and a Dapeng flew out and rushed to Yan Zhaoge.

Seven poultry rifles, Dapeng rifle!

Not as fascinating as the white crane gun, but more swift, more fierce, more violent!

Dapeng spread its wings, and the edge of the golden wings smashed the green flames, overwhelming!

Yan Zhao song shook his head and reached out to the palm of his hand again.

The green flame was extinguished instantly, and Dapeng uttered a whine. The golden light burst in the dragon temple, and the light fluttered as if there were countless bird feathers scattered everywhere.

The ice and the sea are lingering around, and the ice dragons roar, and they are even stronger under the dragons of the Dragon Palace.

Yan Zhaoge wore a arrogant robes and extended a hand to directly hold the gun of Yang Zhaoyu's Wu Yutu Golden Gun.

The gun front is in front of Yan Zhao's song, and Yan Zhaoge can even feel the sharp and sharp edge of the combination of Ling Xiaobing's cold and coke-burning heat.

However, the captured gun is firmly in place and it is difficult to move it again.

Yan Zhaoge calmly looked at the Wu Yu Tu Jinquan gun front in front of him, and Yang Zhaoqi, who was close to himself, smiled slightly.

The body of the arrogant cold clothing instantly turned into an ice dragon, along the arm of Yan Zhao song, wrapped around the Wu Yu Tu Golden Gun.

The guns illuminate with great brilliance. In the glory, a black feather Dapeng flutters and flies high, and the majestic power is arrogant.

But by the ice dragon, the glory instantly dimmed.

The surface of the black-and-black gun that flashed gold light condensed a layer of frost.

The Yanzhao singer waved, and Wu Yu’s golden gun flew out from Yang Zhaoxuan’s hand, but it was with the proud arrogant clothes and landed together.

The two great sacred soldiers are full of spirituality and strength. At this moment, they are entangled together. Even if they do not have masters, they are also fighting in the temple.

But Yang Zhaoxuan is now in despair.

With the arrogant martial arts clothing, Wu Yutu, the golden gun, and Yan Zhaoge did not stop, but continued to hit Yang Zhaoyu!

The heaven and earth in the eyes of Yang Zhaoxuan seems to be closed into a line at this moment.

Then in the line of the limit of the world's extreme blur, squeeze a palm, flip between, bigger and bigger, as if to replace the existence of the heavens and the earth, everything disappeared in the world, only this palm!

The sun and the moon are dull, and if it is too ancient, it will be lifted by the King of the World, and then he will reach the head of his Yang Zhaoxuan! (To be continued.)