History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Although the bright sea of ​​clouds is broken, it turns into a stream of light that scatters around, but the glory quickly turns, and a curve is drawn in the void, like a stunned dragon, and then continue to fight against Yan Zhao.

"Oh, Meng Zhang Cang Yunlu." Yan Zhaoge touched the glorious sea of ​​clouds, the heart will have a number.

The monarch of Mengzhang is the first dragon of the four spirits, also known as the monarch of Mengzhang.

Just as Suzaku is also called Lingguang Shenjun, this is a kind of Taoist name for the four spirits.

Before the great destruction, there was a school called Lingguang Feixianshu, which was the inheritance of the Taoist dynasty.

In front of this, the martial arts of Xianting Tianjun is called Meng Zhang Cang Yunlu, explaining the power and artistic conception of Mengjun Shenjun before the great destruction.

There is no connection between the two parties themselves, just because they all try to figure out the image of the four spirits.

In the library of the Tianting Jingu Palace in the pre-disaster, these two schools were included.

Yan Zhaoge did not practice this law before, but he also read it. He saw it when he saw the other party and immediately recognized it.

"Before the collapse of the Mengzhang Cang Yunlu, there are still some developments and progress. For the military people born in Xianting, it is really rare." Yan Zhao songs are amazing, and there is leisure experience to change the opponent's martial arts.

Although admiring, Yanzhao singer is not slow, to refer to the sword, around the week.

Qinglong bloody, purple and violent, all over the week.

That piece of light dragon, suddenly being smashed!

For a time, in the void, there was a broken dragon body that was cut off.

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The light dragon was strangled, and the broken dragon body turned into a faint stream of light.

This time, these optical flows cannot continue to differentiate, as if they were really living, and they could not be resurrected after being killed.

The diffused flow of light filled the air, making everyone seem to cover a heavy fog, not seeing the margins.

In the fog, there is a middle-aged Taoist figure gradually emerging.

"This swordsmanship..." The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Yan Zhaoge and saw the color of shock.

"Oh, this is Yan's own swordsmanship, named..." Yan Zhaoge is very sunny smile: "斩青龙."

The middle-aged priest heard the words and suddenly turned black.

He doubled his palms and suddenly boosted the power, then pushed forward.

The mist of the sky is turned into a pale blue at this moment.

Between the flashing of the blue light, Xiangyun reappeared, and then the sound of the dragon rang, shaking the universe.

A dragon roared from the cloud and rushed to the Yan Zhao song!

Yan Zhao Ge just wants to have some action, but sees this green light dragon, the whole body scales open together.

Each piece of dragon scales seems to be turned into a treasure mirror at this time. The scales of the dragons are like a thousand mirrors, and the mirror light that is difficult to count is illuminated from the middle and criss-cross.

The intertwined mirror light intertwined, quickly forming an enchantment, shrouded the suppression of Yan Zhao song, so that his body seems to have fallen thousands of chains, binding movements.

And the dragon growled, the real dragon explored the claws, picking the stars and taking the moon, shielding the sight of Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhao song smiled and stood still, the airflow in the whole body appeared, covering the whole body.

In an instant, his whole person seems to have turned into an axe and axe.

Opened up to the ground, the grandeur of the creation of the leather is manifested, sweeping across all directions, breaking through the blue light enchantment.

His body was shaken, and the illusory opening of the sky shook, and the dragon's claws could not move forward.

Yan Zhao song is not slow, the left hand sticks out, over the stiff dragon claws, directly on the dragon dragon head!

Huge and incomparable, like the dragon dragon head of the ancient gods, in front of the palm of Yan Zhaoge, it seems to shrink instantly.

In the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist, the palm of the hand that sees Yan Zhao’s song grows instantly and covers the universe.

The dragon dragon head was caught by Yan Zhaoge with one hand and could not move.

Let his huge body twist, disturb the void, sweep the universe, a tail even shatters many small stars, but can not break away from the palm of Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhao song calmly looked like the long-legged Canglong struggled in his palm, did not panic and raised his right hand, the **** in the food stand side by side, like a sword front.

Seeing Yan Zhao songs and swords, Cang Long could not help but struggle more intensely.

But everything is just in vain, he can only see the butcher knife not slow, and fall towards himself, getting closer!

The sword of the dragon is reappearing, and the swordsman is flashing, running through the void.

Like the foot of the Taishan Mountain, the mountain head rupture collapsed, and the big dragon dragon head was cut off by Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge left the first level of the dragon, and the right hand sword continued, moving forward.

The purple and fierce smashed the blue light, showing the figure of the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist priest finally showed his gloom.

He did not dare to stay, turned into a blue light, and tried to fly away.

This turn is tantamount to selling his back to the Yan Zhao song, and the fierce sword of the dragon, there must be no obstacles on him.

However, this Xianting Tianjun also has his own intentions, it is to prepare a hard sword and a sword, in order to obtain the opportunity to escape.

Yan Zhao sings the sword of Qinglong and then the fierce murder, Xuan Xian Xian Yan, can not break his body of five gas Chao Yuan.

But if he continues to entangle, he may have the possibility of being suppressed!

In just a few rounds, he has clearly felt the gap between himself and Yan Zhao.

What's more, Long Xingquan, Yan Di and others are next to each other.

God knows if there will be other rumors of the Yuanxian. At that time, he really has a life-threatening danger.

It was the middle-aged Taoist who took the initiative and immediately withdrew.

At this moment, it is to press the realm to press people, Xuanyuan is to find opportunities, a little bit of skin has long been ignored.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that Jianguang, who was about to come to the door, seemed to have changed.

Fierce killing is no longer, but it is even more arrogant.

However, this mysterious sword meaning, but the middle-aged Taoist priests suddenly a cold, more threatening than the sword of the dragon!

Brushed by the sword, his body suddenly froze.

The middle-aged Taoist illusion is in front of him, and his vision is varied. He only feels that his whole person seems to fall from the clouds.

His five-dimensional dynasty, broken!

Although only for a moment, but at this moment, the second evil sword is coming!

Limang flashes, the middle-aged Taoist screams, the body is directly blocked by the waist into two paragraphs!

Yan Zhaoge took a leisurely step and followed, and then came forward, the left hand and the fingers were tight, and the first level of the Canglong was caught, and the stream was missing.

Then I reached out and grabbed the middle-aged priest who was still suffocating and still struggling.

The middle-aged Taoist priests linger, the pain is extremely, the blood is dripping, the Xianjia five gas re-aggregates, faintly re-emphasizes the power of Xianyuan, and protects his life, even if he is shackled, he can not die.

However, Yan Zhaoge reached out and grabbed it. The power was suppressed. The middle-aged Taoist priest was born to die!