History’s Strongest Senior Brother

No spectator is fully satisfied with his vanity, and Yan Zhaoge still has some regrets.

However, there are a lot of secrets he has to use in this battle.

For the long-term, only the third parties who have no warring parties are really more comfortable.

The group dragon hall appeared above the head of Yan Zhao's song, and the door suddenly opened, and a figure appeared from it.

The same white robes as Yan Zhao’s song, the edge of the robe is rolled black, and a long hair is simply tied into a pony tail and draped behind.

The black long knife in the hands of Feng Yunhao has been sheathed.

Seeing the black blade that doesn't reveal the slightest light, Nongyu Xuan's eyes are dazzling: "There are really remains of Luo Weidao!"

It’s because of this knife that Nongyu Xuan’s eyes are both resentful and hot: “Good! Very good! With this knife, you can completely reproduce the power of the old rogue knife.”

"The moon is too cloudy, the sun is shining, the sun is dark, and the three treasures will be returned to the present!"

The horrible black fire magic around the body of Nongyu Xuan is so powerful.

But on his own body, there is also a golden daylight, which is in harmony with the fierce glory.

The radiance of the sun and the eclipse of the eclipse formed a confrontation and annihilated each other, but in the process of confrontation, it formed a more terrifying force.

At this moment, Nongyu Xuan is even more powerful than Wu Sheng. Cheng Song and Zhang Wei, who saw the realm of the early days of God, are even stronger.

Nongyu Xuan’s eyes are cold: “Now, even if you have a knives, you can’t influence me.”

During the talk, Nongyuxuan flashed and flew directly to Yanzhao.

The other bright and powerful people who accompanied him also surrounded them.

Yan Zhao song gently sighed and said: "Clouds, twelve times, remember."

Feng Yun beheaded, and then the eyes suddenly changed.

The faint blue light glowed from it, and the two eyes of Feng Yunyu instantly turned into a blue color, and the masculine but cold atmosphere came out.

It seems as if the two rounds are faintly the next day, rising in her eyes and shining on the heavens and the earth.

On the dark day of the sword, the black and white lines of the mysterious light are bright, covered with blades and knives.

The hustle and bustle, the vast and fierce power suddenly appeared, shocking everyone.

Nongyu Xuan was surprised to see the sword of the day in Feng Yun's hands.

As Feng Yunyu was on the scene of the Grand Master, the knife also automatically grew into a lower-class spirit.

It usually looks like it is, but the power of power that is now revealed is far from being comparable to the spirits.

The result of the ritual, more than 80% of the power of the next day was absorbed by Feng Yunyu and this long knife, not yet refining, and more often in a state of sleep, slowly absorbing refining.

However, because of the special nature of Feng Yunyi and the Japanese knives, the power of this sinister day is combined with a small amount of savage knife that breeds a long knife, giving birth to an unexpected change beyond everyone else!

Fengyun’s faceless expression is like a cold ice in two rounds of the next day, as if losing all the emotions.

She lifted a long knife and stepped out!

The first interest time.

Feng Yunyi has a knife, and the blue light is scattered between the heavens and the earth. It seems that a round of ice and blue is hanging high in the sky.

Surrounded by the bright martial arts, at the same time, the heart gave birth to a sense of cold and quiet.

The fierce and violent knife slashed the world, letting everyone dare not go forward and straighten their edge!

A group of Guangming Zongwu people are exposed to the horror.

Knowing the strength of Yanzhao song, the Guangming Zongwu who participated in the siege was at least the realm of Wusheng, and there must be holy soldiers in hand.

The real backbone is the strong force of Wu Sheng's two realms. One of them is the same as Nongyu Xuan. It is the master of Wu Sheng triple and the realm of the late stage.

However, the brilliant knives in front of the sky, but let everyone have to avoid its edge.

Nongyu Xuan is cold, step forward, the left hand is golden and the sun is shining, the right hand is black and fragrant, and the left and right are combined.

The explosive force immediately stopped the sword of the cloud, and launched a counterattack.

Second interest time.

Feng Yun's eyes are cold and waveless.

She doesn't even look at other people, her goal is still pointing to Nongyu Xuan.

Even if the other party smelts the sorrowful sword, it is even more powerful and terrible.

Even if the Japanese sword is not able to form restraint on Nongyu Xuan.

Even if he is still not at the same time, the horrible daylight of the fire is swept away like a frenzy.

Feng Yun's hand holding the knife did not shake, and he did not hesitate in the footsteps. He still strode forward with a big knife.

Behind her, Yan Zhaoge also punches at the same time.

This boxing out, suddenly there is infinite light, infinite heat, infinite power, condensed toward Yan Zhao songs.

One party, the Red Seal, appeared in the void, covering the Qianlong and shining on the ten sides.

If the real sun falls, the upper limit is bounded by Huangfuhai.

It is the top sacred soldier, the sun is printed!

The year has passed and the sun prints have reappeared.

Yanzhao sings and sings, the red gold seal is like the sun falling to the ground, heading down to Nongyu Xuan!

Seeing that the sun print is indeed on Yanzhao song, Nongyu Xuan is a hi, and then an accident.

Yan Zhaoge only allowed Bei Ming to be entangled with Cheng Song. He had never used the sun print before. Why is he so determined?

The third interest.

It is not allowed to think about Nongyu Xuan, and the splendid day will be degraded, so that his savage knives will be collapsed.

Nongyu Xuan did not dare to neglect. At present, all the singular knives that can be used freely are all released, forming a sky-shading knife across the sky.

The horror blade that killed the moon and the moon, confronted the brilliant day.

There is no sound, no waves, only the daylight is bleak, and the glory continues to collapse.

Silently, the world is broken together.

Feng Yun's footsteps kept on, the knife was swallowed like a dragon, and the blue knife smashed toward the farmer's porch!

Nongyu Xuan sneered, holding the sun seal with a sorrowful knife, and then he took the sun and the moon and greeted Fengyun!

During the rotation of the sun and the moon, it collided with the fierce force against the sun, and the two sides made the void distorted.

Without the glory of the sword, the strength of Nongyu Xuan regained his original level in the three realms of Wusheng.

But Rao is so, he is also the leader of Wu Shengzhong in the same world!

Feng Yun's eyes are focused, and thousands of knives are connected in an instant. The blue sun is overwhelming.

Fourth interest, fifth interest, sixth interest...

Time flies by, the clouds are like a dragon, overbearing, rapid attack, no hesitation and retreat.

On the other side, Yan Zhaoge spurred the sun to seal the glory of Nongyu Xuan, but did not pay attention to Nongyu Xuan.

He went to other bright martial artists.

At this moment, the Yanzhao song, the treasures next to it, are all without a hand, only a hand of Huihong sword.

The single sword walked alone between the heavens and the earth, and the Yanzhao song glides over the top of the head, forming a martial arts spirit.

At this moment, his martial arts spirit is a long sword hanging over the sky.

When the sword is in a state of turmoil, it is fierce and lonely.

There is no aura, no traces, only destruction, silence, killing, end of existence. (To be continued.)