History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Seeing the unpredictable, infinitely endless, but fierce and utterly extinct all white swords, all the Guangzong martial arts are cold.

They suddenly remembered that the Yanzhao song in front of him, when he was in the realm of the great masters, had once killed the great martial artist Yang Zhaoxuan who was in the realm of Wu Sheng.

Now, Yan Zhaoge is finally sacred, and what kind of horror will it be?

At this point, everyone is reluctant to retreat.

Yan Zhao song is leisurely, but his eyes are cold.

No other martial arts are used, it is a one-man sword, and the infinite mystery of the sword is unfolded.

At the same time, the artistic conception of other forces dissipated. Only the end of the day, the fierce swords of extinction were more and more prosperous and pushed to the extreme.

This is a pure sword of killing and shattering. On the single point of killing, it is rare that other martial arts can match it.

Yan Zhaoge achieved the realm of Wu Sheng, the next product Sheng Hui Hui Hong sword is in his hand at this moment, the power is completely excited.

Although the sword meaning of the sword is not consistent, but under the control of Yan Zhao, Jianguang has become cold and pale, and Sen Han has never had an smash!

A group of Guangming Zongwu people took up the last courage and shot them together and attacked Yan Zhaoge.

Suddenly, around Yanzhao song, in all directions, all the bright light, the whole world seems to be filled with light.

Ruthless and innocent, the infinite and infinite brilliance is bright and pure, and the exclusion eliminates all other existences within its own sphere.

In this endless world of light, Yanzhao songs are like the biggest foreign objects, and are destroyed by all the light.

In his smirk, a sword swept, and the fierce sword directly smashed the endless brilliance.

Extinguish all the swords, sweeping up and down the square, everywhere.

A loud voice screamed, and the Guangming Zong, who was besieged, all lost.

The white sword's sword gas is another volume, and suddenly it is a big head flying to the sky!

Around the world, at this moment by the sword light reflected a pale.

The clouds in the sky dissipated, the voids twisted and collapsed, and the layers spread and shattered further toward the surrounding area.

The sea below freezes, then the sea water destroys the dry, revealing the reefs of the sea, and does not break.

The fire of the earth emerges from it and then goes out.

With more and more people being slaughtered, Yan Zhao songs are now more and more powerful, and they are still growing and rising!

Joining hands and fighting, why not Yan Zhao song, everyone finally no longer insisted, want to escape.

However, it is now impossible for them to stay, but Yan Zhao’s swords are unfolding, covering the Quartet and killing one Guangming Zongwu.

Seeing the bright martial arts who were present, they suddenly died.

The Emperor Guangming of the three realms of Wusheng made a roar, and both palms went out and hit Yan Zhao.

In the laughter of Yan Zhaoge, another sword is thrown out, and the sword of the white scorpion turns into a black hole, engulfing the infinite light.

At the gloom of the gloom, the white sword in the black hole re-emerged and continued to smash opponents.

The elders of the Guangzong sect were helpless and could only provoke their own sages to resist.

However, under the blessing of Yan Zhao’s horror, the Huihong sword seems to be invincible, directly smashing the other’s holy soldiers into two!

The other side's face is blue, and the method of illuminating the law of the light itself is pushed to the extreme, and the best defensive rumors of the dynasty of the Ming dynasty are not extinguished.

Time is like a radiant condensed in one body, making him look like a light man.

The light is shining, and the solid strength of the immortality is in vain.

Yan Zhaoge turned a blind eye to this and Jianfeng continued to move forward.

The fierce white sword is everywhere, and the endless glory suddenly fades, no longer the glory of the previous eternal shine.

The Emperor of the Ming dynasty, the elders of the Ming dynasty, can only watch the swordsman all the way forward, and it is like a broken bamboo.

Do not destroy the light, break!

At the moment of life and death, the other side clenched his teeth, and the two palms came out together, then they closed the middle of the shot and held the Huihong sword of Yan Zhaoge with both hands.

Just touching, his hands and flesh began to turn into fly ash.

This Guangming ancestor seems to have a lot of illusions.

He practiced this perfect unity of the flesh, the soul and the spirit of the martial art of the martial art. At this moment, it gradually disintegrated and re-separated!

After the separation, the martial arts spirit dissipated, the flesh and blood body collapsed, and even the invisible spirits were annihilated together!

Under the yelling, he left the mind to let go.

Yan Zhao Ge Jianfeng sent it gently and had penetrated his chest.

Under the sacred sword of extinction of all things, this eternal emperor of the three realms of Wusheng, the body is utterly collapsed!

Yan Zhaoge looked at the sword with ease and looked at it.

Cheng Song let Bei Ming split his body, and Nongyu Xuan stood in the void, his face was ugly, and he stood still.

From time to time, his face appeared black, and the glory of his eyes was stable and sometimes disordered.

Before the battle with Feng Yunqi for the control of the savage knife, the last moment was swept away by Yan Zhaoge, and Nongyu Xuan lost most of the glory.

The rest of the glory is also unstable because of the many twists and turns.

At this moment, Nongyu Xuan’s body turned over to the sea, and there was another suspicion of getting rid of the fire.

This allowed him to stand still in the same place, constantly adjusting his interest rate, and re-stabilizing his own true elements and the glory of entering the body.

It’s hard to rectify the temper, and I’ve seen the same door with myself to intercept Yan Zhao’s song.

Yan Zhao’s song is in the void, walking one step at a time: “I used to say in the Eight Great Worlds that I will come to the upper bounds, and I will have a bright sect for a while. Now, I am coming.”

In the hands of Hui Hong Jian Jian Feng, it is a white sword condensed, swaying to Nongyu Xuan.

Nongyu Xuan watched Yan Zhaoge, and he has always been determined, and his face has become extremely ugly at this moment.

He has a hot sun and a fierce black fire.

The two meet together to form an explosive force.

Sunlight and solar eclipse hedge each other, and Nongyu Xuan doubles his palms and then lifts his head up.

As if a huge knife, he was lifted up high, and then fell to Yan Zhao song!

Guangming Zong 嫡 绝 绝 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 绝 绝 绝 绝!

Half black and half gold, half is knife light, half is knife gas, and meets in a furnace.

At this moment, heaven and earth seem to be separated into two distinct circles.

The Yanzhao song does not change, and the white singer’s sword is all the way up.

The sword is over, and the boundaries between the two circles are obscured and become chaotic.

The place where the two sides played against each other, the void was broken, and the waves were constantly twisted and swayed, as if boiling water.

Show the infinite bright light, bleak, shattered!

Swallow the darkness of the day, dissolve, collapse!

The eclipse is over, and the sun is seen again, but this daylight appears, but it reveals the feeling of the end of the road.

The sun reappears, but it is already the sunset, the coveted year.

After the sunset, the reflection of Nongyu Xuan's face was gray.

It has always been graceful and elegant, and this moment looks old and weak, as if to reach the end of fate.

Those who greet him there, only perish! (To be continued.) 8