History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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Sanqing ancestor, the gate is the highest.

From ancient times to the present, there are countless people who have high or high ambitions, and countless people who have lost their talents or who are truly geniuses have tried the roads of Sanqing fellow practitioners.

But in the end, either failing, or giving up, or simply not coming in.

There are very few people who can keep going on this road.

Because it is too difficult.

Yan Zhaoge also asked himself before he practiced the Swordsmanship. Do you want to go this way?

The first rumor of Yuqing, the Promise of Heaven is the foundation, and it has ensured that the road ahead will be smooth.

As long as it does not die, it will certainly reach the height that many people dream of.

I have to take risks, but instead go on a difficult road, and I have added many difficulties and obstacles to myself.

It may even block your own path of advancement.

After thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge’s answer is, go!

I am a person with a lot of vanity, but this time I am not trying to satisfy my vanity.

Everyone will have some perfectionism, have a good collection, and have the mind to want a perfect harvest.

Yan Zhaoge also has, but this time it is not for these.

The reason is only because, although the road is more difficult, it may go to a higher altitude.

The great destruction, the heavenly shrine turned into historical dust.

This is always buried in the heart of Yan Zhao's song, never forgetting, urging him to keep moving forward, constantly moving up, never stop, never burnout.

Now, he is a warrior and has long been used to being a warrior.

The warrior will always break through to higher goals, challenge all foreign enemies, and challenge themselves.

Perhaps it is not customary, but Yan Zhaoge is happy to follow this path.

So he went on!

Yanzhao song feels the vibration of Tiandi Avenue, because he has set foot on the Wusheng situation, and gathers the surrounding heaven and earth aura to penetrate into the body and wash his body.

This difficult road, extraordinary sanctification is not the end, not a success.

Just the starting point, the road ahead, will only be harder and harder.

Yan Zhaoge is very clear about this, but he is in a very calm mood.

He is not necessarily the lucky one. He is not necessarily the one who wins forever. He is not necessarily the last successful person.

But this does not affect the person who is self-confident, the person who is proud.

I am frivolous or ignorant. This road, I dare to go.

The twelve-day time has arrived.

However, Hui Hongjian re-entered the Yanzhao singer. He was thrown out of the sword, a pure white sword, straight to the Nongyu Xuan!

Nongyu Xuan's look changed greatly, and the sacred sacred sacred sacred radiant light appeared on the body, as if the starlight gathered into the armor.

But that pure white sword, as if cutting the tofu, the sky will be broken, and its light will be extinguished instantly!

Nongyu Xuan was shocked, and the body could not move. He could only force the glory of the knife that he could control to gather in front of him.

The white sword turned and fell on the invisible black fire.

Nongyu Xuan snorted and his body fell.

Under the cover of the smoky clouds, I felt the change of the sorrowful knives and breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is an accident, Yan Zhaoge can't do it in time, she will fight for it, and she will continue to support what she says.

At the last moment, Nongyu Xuan was frustrated and it has been said that Yan Zhaoge has succeeded!

In the void, Yan Zhaoge first set off a sword and fell back to Nongyu Xuan.

Other bright martial artists have already rushed to him.

They all want to stop the Yan Zhao song from being extraordinary.

But it is not expected, Yan Zhaoge actually succeeded so quickly.

Yes, if not, how dare to take this last step in the face of a group of enemies?

It’s just such a bizarre truth, it’s at the moment, and it makes everyone feel unreal.

They are only a little slower, but this is a long way to go.

Now they even keep their rush to Yan Zhaoge!

The courage of everyone dissipated, and the chill of my heart rose.

I only feel myself, as if I was rushing to death, and sending my head to Yan Zhao’s sword.

A loud bang in the sky.

The gate of the Dragon Palace was shaken by a hard life, and a figure rushed out of it.

It was the elders of Guangming who were previously detained by Yan Zhaoge, the three realms of Wusheng.

As soon as he appeared, he did not say anything, first rushed to Yan Zhaoge.

Seeing this elder, other bright martial artists have regained some hope in their hearts.

Everyone clenched their teeth and stormed toward Yan Zhaoge.

The youth in front of us, but just stepping into the holy world.

The Guangming Zongwu who were present were all Wusheng!

All of them joined hands to besiege, and they did not believe that they could not take a single realm of Wu Sheng, who was just in the early stages of conjunction.

No, it should be said that there is no one who can't take advantage of the Wusheng realm.

Yan Zhao song saw it, haha ​​smiled.

His figure suddenly exploded, flying in the sky, the sword front, and the white sword strolled through the void.

There is that sword, suddenly changed appearance, there are a few points of darkness, the power of the glory of the atmosphere.

The sword that contains the power of eclipse suddenly washes away the golden sunlight in the void.

There is that sword, it has changed its appearance, but it shows a little bit of concealment, and it turns into a dark glory of half the water, overwhelming.

The swordsmanship, which contains another kind of eclipse, sweeps the silver moonlight.

The two swords merged, the solar eclipse and the lunar eclipse co-occurred, and the power of extinction and annihilation reached its peak, specifically targeting the sun and moon gods of Guangmingzong.

There is that sword, but it turns into a very strong daylight and moonlight, which in turn breaks the light of the Ming dynasty.

There is that sword, turned into a black hole, swallowing innumerable light, aiming at the endless bright palm of Guangmingzong.

There is that sword, like a flowing time, eroding the brightest martial arts who are best at defending the light.

Time is like water, time is ruthless, and eternal light, in front of time, there is a bleak day.

The horrible sacred swords flow between the air, the endless changes, the mystery, in a variety of ways, to send a variety of existence to its own end.

The process is ever-changing, but the end result is the same.

There is only one end point for the same goal.

It is extinct!

Yan Zhao’s song was leisurely, and a sword attacked the Guangming ancestor of the three realms of Wusheng, and then attacked other people with a sword. Then he attacked the sword of the Emperor of the Ming dynasty, and then changed the target and attacked other Guangzong martial artists.

Under the attack of the horror of the sacred swords, even if the Wusheng triple, the condensed power of the bright body, the phase, the soul and the soul of the realm of the late stage of the conjunction can not bear, and it will hurt if you squat, and you will be disabled when you touch it.

In addition to the Guangming ancestor of the three realms of Wusheng, other Guangming martial arts who participated in the siege, no one can be a sword of Yanzhao song!

Sweeping the power of the audience, let the shadow of death envelope the hearts of all the patriots! (To be continued.)