History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Many of the top powers of the Daxuan dynasty came to the murder. The dark ancestors also had masters such as Wu Zixiu and Nie Sheng. √

The two sides fought together, the situation was chaotic, and the entire Shenghezhou land boundary was turned upside down.

Just as Yan Zhaoge expected, the dark sect guards the big battle of this place, and it can't play normally at this moment.

In this case, Wu Zixiu, Nie Sheng and others naturally become more and more down.

Then I took a shot from Zheng Guogong of the Daxuan Dynasty, and Wu Zixiu’s old body was even more sloppy.

The dark martial arts beside him was stunned, and Wu Zixiu’s mouth was faintly overflowing with blood.

Nie Sheng snorted and forced his opponent back. He added a sword wound to his right arm. He turned back to Wu Zixiu and said, "This way you can't keep it."

Wu Zixiu wiped his mouth and coughed a few times: "The news that this sect wants to perform the eclipse of the eclipse of the moon is leaking. The Daxu dynasty wants to take this opportunity to explore the whereabouts of this sect."

Nie Sheng said: "It is already the arrow on the string. Even if we don't push the instrument, the Daxuan dynasty has already got clues."

"In this case, it is better to fight to the end!"

Wu Zixiu heard the words and fell into meditation.

He looked up and saw the sky above, the road between the fire and the rolling, rolling up the road of fire, a huge light pattern in the fire sea condensed, as if the mirror is shining down.

After the dark sect of the altar was shrouded in this mirror, there was a black smoke rising.

The black smoke did not go straight up, but slanted out like a rope, one connected to the dark sect, and the other to the unknown.

If the gaze is not limited to the area of ​​Shenghezhou, but to the whole of the Huangpu Sea, it can be said that several sacred altars, almost all at the same time, suffered a fierce attack.

Above each of the dark sects, there are strange and bright mirrors.

A black smoke extends from different directions toward the void, gradually joining together and pointing to the same place.

Looking at the black smoke over Shenghezhou, Wu Zixiu sighed: "It’s really well prepared."

The old man is facing a decisive color: "At this time, I really can only let go."

After all, he lifted a palm and held the horror of Zheng Guogong’s horror at the sky. At the same time, the other hand slammed into the palm of his foot.

At his feet, the roads are staggered, and the non-light and non-dark brilliance lights up to reveal the true face of a giant squad.

This squadron was up and running, and the center of the big array suddenly lit up the glare, expelling the darkness in an instant.

However, this glare is fleeting and re-enacted for the darkness. The "darkness" at this moment is deeper and quieter, but it is even more terrifying.

Obtained by Wu Zixiu, Chen Ke and other dark martial artists did not join the battle group to support the same door, but put all kinds of ritual supplies that had already been prepared, and put a brain into the big battle.

The deep darkness, like the lake, is like the sea. Everything comes in, and after the beginning of the ripples, it will soon return to calm.

"If you can wait a little longer, it will be fine." Wu Zixiu shook his head and raised his hand to write a black black streak, then a little finger, and the pattern would sink into the darkness of the foot.

The upper Xuan Dynasty warriors also felt the change, and the offensive could not help but be more urgent.

Wu Zixiu, Nie Sheng and others are fully resisted.

The deep darkness began to expand, and the world around it darkened, and all the light in the vicinity was swallowed up by the darkness.

It is the sky above, a group of great Xuan Dynasty warriors, but also feel the glory of the world around them.

There are only a few top powers such as Zheng Guogong, who still ring the fire and are not affected by the darkness.

But everyone can feel the drastic changes in the darkness of the subordinates.

In the next moment, a brilliance that is not bright, but rather extremely dim, rises from the center of the big squad. Guanghua is also not straight up, but slanting out.

The direction indicated by the dim streamer is consistent with the black smoke, extending far into the void, and I don’t know where to go.

And with the brilliance of Guanghua, the darkness of the dark sects began to dissipate.

In the mid-air fire, a majestic man emerges, looks like a middle-aged man, and has a face and a beard.

He saw the dim light, could not help but frown, and gave up Wu Zixu, who had been fighting for a long time, and turned to the Guanghua thorns!

The flames and streamers of the road are set off, and the fallen guns are like real falling stars, dragging long tail flames and bombarding the dim light.

After the collision between the two sides, the middle-aged man’s smashing guns were suddenly bounced off.

After the dim light column swayed slightly, it still flew into the distance.

This middle-aged man is naturally Zheng Guogong, one of the four great kings of the Daxuan Dynasty. His eyes are solid: "Good guy!"

This light column seems to be dim and inconspicuous, as if it is weak and turbid, but the heavy and powerful power of it is Zheng Guogong Wu Sheng Liu, seeing the repair of the realm of the late period of the gods, and failed to destroy it.

He shot again, Wu Zixiu and others quickly blocked.

"No matter what you are trying to do, it is in vain." Zheng Guogong laughed: "Even if you let the thieves' tactics complete, how about it? Let it go with your altar."

Wu Zixiu also slammed a trick, and he was about to turn his back on his lips.

I saw someone in the altar, who did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and was even involved in the center of the big array.

Wu Zixiu fixed his eyes and saw that the person was clearly Yan Zhaoge.

"This young man will be crushed by the force of the formation..." Wu Zixiu just thought of this, suddenly saw Yan Zhao song struggling, and actually disappeared into the dim light column.

Wu Zixiu was shocked. He was the moderator of the array. He could feel that in the dim light column, some people went straight into the sky with the streamer, and they went away instantly!

Did not affect the law, called Wu Zixiu relieved.

But this sudden change has made Wu Zixiu know that it is a joy or a worry.

The Daxuan dynasty strong attacked again, and Wu Zixiu did not have time to consider the Yanzhao song. He could only meet the enemy first.

Yan Zhaoge’s feelings at this moment are also uncomfortable. People seem to be washed away by the flash floods, and the eyes are blurred and turn around.

"Dry! Although there is a way to counter the tide, but the spirit of the air is too chaotic." Yan Zhao song could not help but want to curse.

He dared to walk in, naturally prepared, with the help of a unique method of body protection, not only will not be shredded by the power of the dark patriarchal instrument, but also by means of the power of the instrument here, send himself to the dark ancestral altar, quiet day The core of the moon ritual.

It’s just a taste of the road, it’s not wonderful.

It's like being a roller coaster, and feeling the seasickness.

Yanzhao song was shaken seven times and eight times. After a long while, he finally arrived at the surrounding environment and gradually settled down.

"Well?" Yan Zhao sang the gods and looked around.

Then I saw a **** day, rising in front of my own eyes. (To be continued.) 8