History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Zhou Haosheng's eyes are calm: "The sword of time... The sword of the years! You are the descendant of the rising spirit?!"

At the time of the founding of the Daxuan Dynasty in the past, the great ancestors of the Emperor Xuan Wen of the Taizu dynasty, the power of the Emperor, and the people who accompanied him to lay down the mountains of the Da Xuan Dynasty.

At that time, Xuan Wenwang was commensurate with these brothers and brothers, and Shenglingzi was one of them.

Later, the Daxuan dynasty was set in the world of Huangpuhai. The Xuanwen Wang was called the king, and the Shenglingzi and others did not stay, but disappeared without a trace.

This left a lot of speculation for future generations, such as the bird to hide, killing heroes and so on.

But looking at today's appearance, Zhou Haosheng knew that everyone had guessed wrong before.

The son of Shenglingzi really does not care about the rule of Emperor Huanghai. In the same year, the Daxuan Dynasty became a retreat.

Now that the situation of the Daxuan Dynasty is unstable, they have appeared again and helped.

This person looks at the young man in front of him, but his age is probably even higher than that of Zhou Haosheng and Xuanmu Wang. He is more than a seven-heavy realm of Wu Sheng, and has already set foot on Xianqiao.

Walking towards the dark ancestral altar, step by step, it seems to step on an invisible bridge, the more you go "high."

The so-called "high" is not just a spatial distance to the top of the dark sect, but it seems to step into a higher level, overlooking Zhou Haosheng and others.

Zhou Haosheng looks serious and integrates with the power of the big array. It is like a thousand darkness, and it bears the impact of the water like Jian Shui.

Devouring the darkness of all things, at the moment it resists everything.

The sword light that fell like a waterfall hits the darkness, and it bursts and bounces. It spreads out and becomes invisible.

It's like real water hitting the black rock below, splashing with splashes of water.

The "young man" in the sky looked down at the dark ancestral altar and slowly nodded. The sorrowful feeling in the eyes was more intense, while the facial features seemed to be a little younger.

There is a long sword in his hand, which is rusty and rotten, as if he could break himself at any time.

But as he swung a sword, it was like a water sword, and it became more erratic.

The heavens and the earth contaminated by Jianguang, the flow of time seems to become suddenly and slowly, forming a twisting force.

It was like a solid darkness. Under such a sword attack, it was gradually opened, as if it were worn by a stone.

Zhou Haosheng's robes, dense black light spells have been practiced into a piece, forming a black light curtain, with his own martial arts boxing.

But Zhou Haosheng is in a heavy mood at the moment.

On weekdays, relying on the original dark floods, I can still fight with one of the opponents, but now I am going to the eclipse of the eclipse of the moon, and the second is that Xuan Muwang is attacking. Zhou Haosheng suddenly feels tremendous pressure.

The dark sects of the other strong in the altar have come to help, but the Daxuan dynasty is also strong as a cloud.

Zhou Haosheng is even more present. In addition to the strongest of the four saints, there are other top players who help the spirits.

The situation faced by the Dark Emperor was extremely bad, and the original dark floods would be broken.

A horrible shot, from the emptiness of the air, where the guns are, the void directly cracked.

The sharp point burned a blazing flame, and the fire fell out. The world of the upper empire of the world was seemingly burned and left a blank.

Xuan Mu Wang no expression, with five fires and seven birds of poetry, the spurs of the hands, rushed to the dark sect.

"Xuan Wang Gun!" Seeing the long gun, Zhou Haosheng should pay more attention to the Xuan Mu Wang who saw Wu Sheng Liu and saw the realm of the late period of God.

However, he has been involved in all the energy of the above-mentioned years of blazing sword, but at this moment it is unable to resist this horrible shot.

In the dark ancestral altar, there are other dark sects who greet them, but they are unable to resist the guns of the sacred guns.

At this moment, the Xuan Mu Wang, who is in the hands of the Xuan Wang Gun, is no weaker than the warrior who used to display the sword of the moon.

The horrible shooting edge finally broke through the original dark floods!

As if after the night, the dawn dawned, the light returned to the earth, the blazing fire, instantly illuminating the city and half of the cliff.

Zhou Haosheng was as heavy as water, his palms were slowly combined, and then he slammed into the sides.

The dark sky seems to have been torn, smashing the glare that has never been seen before, and even obscuring the blazing fire and the stream of years.

The darkness is very bright, the darkness is at the extreme, and the brilliance is incomparably pure and incomparably dazzling.

Although it is fleeting, it is unparalleled.

The dawn of light is turned into a horrible knife, and it is turned to the king of Xuanmu.

Xuan Mu Wang calmly recovered the Xuan Wanggun in his hand, and crossed it in the sky, blocking Zhou Haosheng’s horrible dark magic Huaguang knife.

The two sides collided, the sky was bright and white, and the fire and the light rain scattered down together. The sea below was hit with holes and the sea water was almost completely steamed.

But in the white light, the seemingly unhurried years of the streamer sword once again came to Zhou Haosheng.

Zhou Haosheng calmly responded, intertwined with light and dark, and interpreted the artistic conception of change. The bright knife turned and turned into a darkness, and it was like a water Jianguang.

However, between Jianguang's rapid changes, he suddenly avoided Zhou Haosheng's defense and attacked the other direction.

Zhou Haosheng’s heart is not good, and he wakes up to the other side.

He wants to change his moves, but Xuan Mu Wang is attacking again with the Xuan Wang gun.

Between the left and right, it is difficult for Zhou Haosheng to take care of it. I saw the Jianguang light that was always in the light of the river, and it was on the top of the moon above his head!

Was a roll of Jianguang, dark day and blue full moon, and fell from the head of Zhou Haosheng, turned into a streamer, entangled to fall into the distance.

In this unique and strange space formed between the eclipse and the hustle and bustle, this moment is also turned upside down.

Yan Zhaoge is in it and stabilizes his body shape. He does not want to experience the same feeling of a roller coaster.

Looking at the secluded day and the moon that began to rise and become disordered, I felt that the connection between this space and the original dark floods was interrupted. Yan Zhaoge spit out a sigh of gas and his eyes began to become sharp: "Although and expected There is a difference, but there is still a way to think about it."

At the same time, the distant sky flew a majestic sword light, magnificent and magnificent.

Xuan Mu Wang’s gaze glimpsed: “The North Sea Sword Court? It’s really fast.”

Jianguang was shocked and pointed to the swordsman who was attacking the dark altar.

The two sides Jianguang slammed in the air, set off a thousand miles and swept the square.

Zhou Haosheng's pressure is one of the loose, and quickly blocked the Xuan Mu Wang and Xuan Wang gun.

In the camps of the two sides, several figures were rushed out and flew in the direction of the falling of the moon.

In the other direction, there are also Guanghua lights, and the goal also points to the lunar future.

The light rises and falls, as if the sun and the moon alternate, it is clearly the inheritance of the Guangming sect.

Although it was shrouded in the lunar sun, but the other party was close, Yan Zhaoge immediately began to feel: "The people of Guangmingzong..." (to be continued.) 8