History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Between the entanglements of the secluded sun, a strange space is formed.

At this moment, because of the sun and the moon, the independent space of this side is also distorted, as if it will collapse at any time.

Yan Zhaoge is in it, feeling the changes in the spatial boundaries and the eclipse of the moon, and many thoughts flashed in the moment.

The space boundary that was originally black and dark suddenly became brighter. From outside the space, there seemed to be a lot of bright illumination.

Although it is indistinguishable from the space boundary, Yan Zhaoge can glimpse in a vague way, as if there is a heavy night, and the sun and the moon rise alternately.

The bright day of the world, and the quiet and bright moon, alternately.

The normal sun and the moon outside the night, and the strange black day and blue moon in the night have a wonderful connection, just like the two poles opposite each other.

Yan Zhao’s song knows that it is the martial art of Guangmingzong, the number of ways to pay for Thai law.

Although it is a deadly enemy who does not share the same day, both the Guangzong and the Dark Emperor are from the sacred sacred religion of the past.

One of the three major inheritances of the Guangzong sect, the ceremonial ceremonies of the Sun and the Moon, and one of the three major sects of the Dark Emperor, the two major martial arts are completely homologous, almost the same.

Although the secluded ritual of the secluded moon is the secret instrument of the dark sect, the bright sect of the sacred sect of the sacred day and the moon is still quickly exploring some doorways.

Yan Zhao song looked at this scene, took a deep breath, and both palms went forward together.

Rolling the real yuan condensed, manifesting two big-handed giants, one side, the dark day and the secluded blue moon together in the palm!

The Guangming martial arts outside was suddenly wrong, and snorted, apparently did not think that within the space formed by the law, there was already someone.

He also opened his hands, and his left palm was a golden day, and his right palm was a silvery crescent.

Light and dark intertwined, the yin and yang symbiosis of the power of the artistic conception together, as if to take the sun and the moon.

But at the same time, he suddenly picked up the boundless darkness behind him, to devour the glory of the sun and the moon.

The Guangzong strong man frowned and his palms staggered.

In the palm of his left palm, Kim Il Sung and Silver Moon appeared at the same time, sucking the lingering moon that continued to fall.

In the palm of his right palm, there are also sun and moon rises and falls, and then he turns back and hits the boundless darkness that is coming toward him.

From the darkness, a tall and thin middle-aged man is exposed, his fingers are clawed, and he grabs the sky.

"Nongyu Xuan, you want to smack the price of my dark sect?" The tall and thin middle-aged man screamed, grabbing a claw and tearing the sun and the moon.

In the golden and silver glory, there is a handsome man who looks like a 30-year-old.

Yan Zhaoge was shrouded in the **** of the sun. Although he could not see the outside scene, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

"At the beginning, I tried to use the scent of the dark scorpion to the treasure, and restrained the bright martial art of my sun?" Yan Zhao’s song became a bit weird: "The road is narrow."

Nongyu Xuan looked at the dark ancestor in front of him, one hand still **** the secluded moon, and the other hand sees the move.

He relied on one-handed force to suppress the opponent's offensive.

The tall and thin middle-aged man was surprised: "You... you are on the foot of Wu Sheng triple, the realm of the late phase?! The body, the phase, the soul are completely one, regardless of each other?"

Before half a year ago, the two talents had just handed over one hand, and they were the same as Wu Sheng, the medium-term realm.

I can see you today, but my opponent has already surpassed myself!

Nongyu Xuan forced the other party to retreat, and smiled lightly: "Is Zhou Haosheng wanting to use this method to break through to the realm of Wu Sheng Qi? Anyway, it has been stirred up by the thief now, but it is better to help me. ”

The secluded ritual of the lunar eclipse is for the sake of Wu Sheng Liu and Zhou Haosheng, the dark ancestor of the late Shen dynasty. The role is to break through the last bottleneck, more in the realization.

However, it will be an important baptism for the lower-level warrior, laying a solid foundation for future practice.

The abundance of aura contained in it is even more difficult to estimate, and may even make it difficult for the repaired Wusheng to suffer and explode.

However, Nongyu Xuan has a definite look and seems to be in the chest.

He said faintly: "Get out of the way, don't get in the way."

Between the words, in the palm of the palm of the right hand, between the sun and the moon, the glory of the glory, and the arrogance, the life of the dark ancestor retreat.

This dark ancestor is so angry that a Buddha rises to heaven and the Buddha says: "Even if the ritual is not successful, how to use this anti-Japanese power against the moon is also the matter of this sect. When is it your turn to intervene?"

Nongyu Xuan chuckled: "Give you the waste of the dark sect, and waste this power against the sun."

A pair of water Jianguang flies far away, and toward the agricultural Yuxuan to absorb the left hand of the moon and the moon: "Give you the same waste, or let the young master accept it!"

Jianguang is everywhere, everything seems to be decaying and decaying between heaven and earth.

Nongyu Xuan looked at his own white clothes gradually mottled, the glory of the sun and the moon gradually faded, and could not help but frown: "The years of the streamer sword, long-awaited name, has not appeared in Huangpuhai for many years."

Between the swords and lights, a young man appeared in front of everyone.

The dark ancestor's heart sank, the other looks like young, the real age is not small, and the strength is better than himself.

Although the glory sword of the years is not alive for a long time, when it was in the middle of the dynasty, it was a more powerful school than the Daxu dynasty, and it was better than many martial arts.

However, this person looks very savvy, and his attitude is really faint.

This person smiled and said: "How about years without being born? The sword of the years is like a real time, washing everything, only its own eternal, as long as we reappear, this Huangpu sea is still no one can stop."

Nongyu Xuan’s left hand still adsorbs the solitude and the moon, does not move, the right hand rises, the light shines, the sword light that is enemies of the years of the streamer sword, faintly said: "What I actually want to say is that the years of the streamer sword, but this is not the case."

"The one who is attacking the ancestors of the gloom of the ancestral altar will be gone. You only make me feel that it is better to meet."

The other person’s face sank: “Be bold!”

He regained his sword, but he saw that the right palm of the farmer’s right palm was flowing between the sun and the moon, and the silver moon gradually disappeared, leaving only the golden day.

The next moment, the black gas of terror suddenly appeared, engulfing the golden day.

Daylight and black gas are interlaced, and the two opposing forces face each other, creating a terrible power.

Nongyu Xuan hit a palm, and actually cut off the Jianguang that seems to be flowing in time.

After he kept his hands and threw off his opponent, he was again in the palm of his hand and repelled the dark ancestor who had re-raised.

Nongyu Xuan stands proudly in the air, one hand takes a quiet day, and the other hand only takes one enemy two, and the two opponents are stopped at the same time.

"This is against the power of the sun, I said it is mine, that is mine." Nongyu Xuan said calmly.

But at this moment, under the glory of the sun and the moon, there is a more indifferent and peaceful voice: "Who is the thing, you said it is not."

Under the black day and the blue full moon, Yan Zhao song chuckled, and the pupils of the left and right eyes suddenly changed color and turned into a gold and silver. (To be continued.) 8