My senior brother is too strong

"Roar..."

The body of Hongyuan Immortal Emperor collapsed again, and he let out a shrill scream.

Soon, like Hanci Immortal Emperor, the scream disappeared, and its breath also disappeared.

Unlike Hanci Immortal Emperor, Hanci Immortal Emperor left behind a huge body, while Hongyuan Immortal Emperor left nothing behind and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Everyone was stunned, looking at An in the distance in disbelief.

An's face was calm, as if nothing in the world could change his mood.

Lu Shaoqing shouted, "Fuck, you are so mean."

"Who taught you to stab me?"

An said indifferently, "Useless existence means nothing."

Lu Shaoqing couldn't help but cast his eyes on Mu Yong in the distance, "You learned it from me, right?"

"Sure enough, the upper beam is crooked, and the lower beam is crooked. You are from the same family."

Mu Yong hated, "I have nothing to do with him, he is my enemy."

An was his enemy, and Mu Yong felt disgusted to be related to An.

Even if it was Tiandao, he had to show the hatred between him and himself.

Lu Shaoqing turned to An and said, "Kill him, he wants to kill you."

Mu Yong vomited blood, so cheap.

Why didn't Tiandao kill this bastard.

An ignored Lu Shaoqing, and Lu Shaoqing didn't feel embarrassed. He said to Cang, "Brother, don't you care?"

"You are the boss and you attack the younger brother. Will there be younger brothers willing to follow you in the future?"

Cang's tone was indifferent, and he was also indifferent, "Useless things must be abandoned."

He asked An, "Kill it, what can you use to fight me?"

An looked at Ji Yan, "Submit to me, you will get stronger power."

Everyone understood!

Hongyuan Immortal Emperor is An's last knife.

But Hongyuan Immortal Emperor's performance was too poor, and An simply took advantage of Hongyuan Immortal Emperor's injury to wipe it out and take back his own power.

As for the position of Hongyuan Immortal Emperor, An was thinking of letting Ji Yan come.

Let Ji Yan become his new knife.

Yue and Xing's scalps were numb.

Ji Yan's performance is already amazing enough. Given time, he may not be worse than the Supreme Sword Immortal Emperor.

If Ji Yan surrenders to An and becomes An's subordinate, they will be finished.

Even if Cang stands on their side, they may not be able to defeat him.

"Damn it!" Lu Shaoqing shouted, "What are you doing?"

"Want to recruit minions?"

"How can you do this?"

Yue An nodded and whispered, "This guy is also anxious."

"He is also afraid that Ji Yan will become a subordinate of the evil heaven."

Becoming a subordinate of the evil heaven will definitely increase his strength.

At that time, even Lu Shaoqing may not be able to defeat Ji Yan.

Ji Yan is too evil, and no one can pat his chest to guarantee that they can beat Ji Yan.

Xing nodded secretly, and just as she was about to speak, Lu Shaoqing continued to shout, "If you want to take me in, take two."

"Can you take me with you?"

"I can talk, I can also love Tiandao..."

Yue vomited blood, "Asshole!"

Xing:.......

Xingyue wanted to kill someone, "Shut up!"

Sometimes I really don't want to know Lu Shaoqing.

It's too embarrassing.

"Sister, don't worry," Lu Shaoqing said to Xingyue, "If he is willing to take me in, I will take you with me."

"Go to hell!" Xingyue wanted to smash Lu Shaoqing to death with the imperial weapon.

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss," Lu Shaoqing said to Xingyue, "Don't leave a bad impression in front of Big Brother."

"Buzz!"

Xingyue couldn't help it, her eyebrows were raised, and the two imperial weapons flashed with light and smashed towards Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing was hit so hard that he saw stars, "Fuck, sister, what are you doing?"

"Why are you crazy at this time?"

"Don't make a fuss..."

Don't make a fuss?

Xingyue was even more angry, "Today I will kill you, you bastard!"

Lv Shaoqing dodged hurriedly and was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his hands.

An was indifferent to Lu Shaoqing's words. In his eyes, Lu Shaoqing was just an ant, not worth mentioning.

An's eyes fell on Ji Yan. For him, Ji Yan was still of some value.

Ji Yan pointed his long sword at An, "Stop talking nonsense and make a move!"

A sharp breath spread throughout the world, making everyone feel suffocated.

Although Ji Yan was not the Supreme Sword Immortal Emperor, at this moment, his domineering aura was not inferior to that of the Supreme Sword Immortal Emperor.

The fighting spirit in Ji Yan's heart was like a burning fire, and his fighting spirit was high. The whole person was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and the sharp breath made it impossible to look directly at him.

An's expression sank slightly, and he seemed to be a little unhappy, and his tone of voice also became a little more like, "My patience is limited!"

"Buzz!"

Ji Yan simply didn't waste words and drew his sword directly.

With a wave of the long sword, a sword light appeared between heaven and earth.

It was as if it had come out from the depths of the distant darkness, shattering all the darkness.

An stood there, not blinking, but slowly stretched out his hand.

Just like before, he stretched out a finger.

The fierce and sharp sword light gradually shrank, and finally turned into a small light and fell into An's hand.

The light was like a little elf, looking beautiful.

But it gave people a sense of despair.

An looked at Ji Yan, "I am the way of heaven, and you can only become the Immortal Emperor with my permission."

"Your power is given to you by me, and you use it against me, ridiculous!"

The calm voice brought people deep despair.

Even the power comes from the opponent, how to fight such an existence?

Ji Yan did not speak, but coldly drew his sword again.

The result was still the same, the shocking sword light was like a well-behaved pet in front of An, and was easily tamed.

Ji Yan drew his sword again and again, but the result was the same every time.

Such a result was despairing just by looking at it.

How to fight?

However, there was no despair on Ji Yan's face, and even his expression did not change at all.

He drew his sword again and again as if he did not know how to get tired.

Even if he returned without success, he would continue to draw his sword.

Finally, An did not want to go on like this, he waved his hand coldly, "Stupid ant..."