History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Bei Ming was successfully placed on the third place of Wu Sheng, and the realm of the late stage.

Refining and refining a large number of dragons to wash the body, absorbing some of the power of the secluded moon, practicing the fascinating martial arts and ridiculous 鲲 法 法 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Finally, today, after the big chance of the sea and the lungs, I successfully took the final step.

Under the thick and thin hair, for many people, the difficult level, Bei Ming crosses, but has a sense of relaxation.

Everything is in the water.

Although the old man is also a strong man of the three realms of Wusheng, he is also practicing the scholasticism of Zhou Guangtianshu.

However, in the face of the Yan Zhao song, the green bamboo stick, his sacred Hui Hongjian is difficult to play.

Yan Zhaoge directly unloaded the arrogant robes, and also put them on Beiming.

The North Ming dynasty, which is fierce and arrogant, is even more powerful. The result of this battle is also doomed.

In the middle of the group, the dragon's gas was turned into a chain, and the old man was completely retired.

Hit, beat, run, and can't run.

Yan Zhaoge tried to give birth to this old man. Since the other side shoulders the burden of transporting the treasures of Cheng Tian Li Xiang and Di Hai Lung Crystal, he knows most about the situation of Cheng Tian Yi.

Although they are all three martial arts, the realm of the late phase, but this person knows more than the scorpion Kang Jinyuan.

But the old man is very strong, +▼ long + ▼ wind + ▼ text + ▼ is not like that Kang Jinyuan is generally afraid of death.

At the end of the day, seeing that there is no hope of escape, Yan Zhaoge has more plans to live and catch. He bit his teeth and actually slammed into the gun front of Bei Ming.

Bei Ming's strength in strength is decisive and decisive.

The old man put on the posture of collaborating with the enemy, completely disregarding himself and taking the opportunity to storm.

Yan Zhao song shook his head slightly, and Bei Ming gave up a shot and pierced the opponent's chest.

The color of life flies in the eyes of this old man, and the whole person is rotted.

Before he died, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but not for his own defeat: "The little thief, you are bad, I will not be happy with you!"

Yan Zhao song looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Old ghost, you are fulfilling my big event, thank you."

Bei Ming separated and collected the Huihong sword in the hands of the old man.

Yanzhao songs respected the palm of his hand, printed on the old man Dantian, chaotic airflow, invading.

The opponent who will die at the end of the death, the difficult whisper: "You want to spy on the school to learn? Useless, how can it be so easy for you to explore? You..."

He suddenly opened his eyes: "This..."

The Yanzhao song looks indifferent, and the chaotic real element invades the old man, gradually forming an image of the Promise.

The real yuan in the other side of the body will not be scattered, as if it is a long river of time, rushing.

But at this moment, time seems to be reversing, and everything is back to the original starting point. The world is not divided, and Hongmeng is not open.

In the minds of Yan Zhao's songs, there is gradually a light pattern that illuminates and is arranged in a disorderly manner.

But everything is fascinating.

It seems that I once again stood on the river for a long time, pulled out, overlooking the sea and the fields, and the world changed.

"Although it is not complete, but it also benefits people." Yan Zhao's mouth slightly raised, very happy.

Looking at the incredible look of the old man’s face, Yan Zhao’s song chuckled: “How much do you know about the years of your swordsmanship? Do you know what the roots are?”

"Zhouguang...Heaven...Book..." The old man said with difficulty, he vented more than the air intake, and he would not live.

Yan Zhaoge gently decapitated: "Zhou Guangtianshu, Yuqing rumor, one of the six books after Yuanshitianshu."

"Since you know the name of Zhou Guangtianshu, you should also know the ten volumes of Yuanshitianshu. The Promise Book is the first of the ten books, the source of the law."

The old man was so stunned that he didn’t pick it up in one breath, and he died.

Yan Zhao song retracted his palm and shook his head. Bei Ming split the old corpse and Yan Zhe song looked at the Hui Hong sword in his hands and pondered.

"I have never thought of a sacred sword in my hand, and I am here now."

Yan Zhao song laughed and slammed his finger in the sword.

The power and artistic conception contained in this sword is not completely compatible with the Zhou Guangtian book and the luminous sword of the years.

Yan Zhaoge just had a hand with the old man and tried to figure out the true meaning of his martial arts. This sword should not be his own refining.

It is given by someone else, or it is from the outside world.

However, the quality of this Huihong sword is extremely high. Among the lower sacred soldiers, it is the leader.

Under the opportunity of the group dragon temple and the secluded moon festival, I have accumulated more abundant than ordinary people. I don’t have to work hard like other extraordinary masters to move forward slowly.” Yan Zhao’s heart is thinking: “There is no end to the book.” The combination of the physical body and the martial arts spirit is extremely difficult and dangerous for others, but it is not difficult for me."

"Just, is this enough?"

Yan Zhao’s song muttered to himself, and suddenly he laughed: “There is no shortage of human heart and snakes, and the ancients are not deceiving.”

"Between the high places and the high places, there is often only one step away."

Yan Zhao songs flexed his fingers and flicked the sword of Hui Hongjian, which inspired the sage of the sacred sword to keep on revolting.

His gaze gradually became firmer: "Before the great destruction, the gods, the catastrophe, how much is left now? They are still so, let alone mortal?"

“If you want to jump out of the well, you need to try the path that the predecessors have not walked, or rarely walked...”

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At the same time that Yan Zhaoge and the old man played against each other, the battle situation in the northern part of Huangpuhai was also in full swing.

The whole Lingzhou is full of thunder and fire, and the whole skyfire robbery is changing.

The aura flow in the Beihai area has become disordered, and naturally it has also alarmed the anti-Xuan army in the Jianzhou sword world.

Taking advantage of the unsteady opportunity of the Daxuan dynasty, the anti-Xuan army decisively launched a wave of anti-charge, making the Daxuan dynasty even more devastating, and the two sides fought together.

What happened to Quan Lingzhou, whether it was the Da Xuan Dynasty or the anti-Xuan side, was quite surprised.

Nongyu Xuan and other Guangming Zongwu people avoided the final explosion of the light column, and also clashed with the local Daxuan Dynasty.

After the pursuit of the soldiers, Nongyuxuan and his party unexpectedly returned to the northern waters of Quanlingzhou.

Looking at the sea that still seems to be boiled, Nongyu Xuan meditates.

The bright martial arts beside him is puzzling: "How can a big master do it?"

"Yu Xuan, you are the most in-depth study of the squadron of the squadron. The Daxuan dynasty is one of the few people who can be stronger than you in this respect. Can you see how the lower bound kid is doing it? ”

Nongyu Xuan did not answer the words, his body sinking, directly into the sea, falling to the bottom of the sea, close to the earth's crust.

There, there are still raging fires from time to time. (To be continued.)