History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhao Song Jianfeng all the way forward.

Nongyu Xuan’s eyes flashed cool and crazy.

He completely gave up his defense and turned to attack Yan Zhao songs. He was completely playing the same game!

Before today, if someone told Nongyu Xuan that he was going to fight with a person who first entered the realm of Wu Sheng, trying to die with the enemy, Nong Yu Xuan would probably think that the other party is talking nonsense.

Without the glory of the sword, his strength is also the same as the one that was previously killed by Yan Zhaoge, and the Guangzong elder of the later stage of the conjunction is stronger.

Refining part of the glory of the knife, with the help of the two forces of daylight and solar eclipse, his strength is skyrocketing, the same realm of the opponents, the strength is absolutely.

But now, he is now, apart from that, he can't afford more!

"It’s a small look at you. I know that today, I should attack the eight great world at all costs and remove you and Guangcheng Mountain."

In Li Xiaosheng, Nongyu Xuan made a full effort to hit Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge smiled instead: "You use this style of play to die faster."

The singularity of the white scorpion is divided into two in the heavens and the earth.

A sword gas intercepted the attack of Nongyu Xuan, and another sword gas is still in the forefront, kneeling on the Nongyu Xuan!

Nongyuxuan’s eyes were awkward, and his eyes were a little distracted.

He can clearly feel that his true elements, blood, and even the soul, this moment is going to perish.

Nongyu Xuan stared at the sword of Yanzhao singer: "What kind of kendo are you, so fierce and sharp, the sword is like the end of everything, the end is extinct?"

He suddenly burst into shock: "Wait, is it the legendary four swords of the immortals?! Only the sword of extinction that shows the end of the law, will there be such a power conception?"

Guangmingzong split from the sacred sacred religion, and the sacred sacred religion is the martyrdom sacred place that existed before the great destruction.

Although many things have been lost under the twists and turns, many of the insights are still on top of others.

Nongyuxuan is an important figure of Guangmingzong, and he reads the records of Zongmen.

He felt the horrible sword of Yan Zhao Ge, suddenly blessed the soul, and remembered some legendary existence.

Compared with other powerful Supreme Schools, the four swords that represent the end of the law are undoubtedly more fierce.

Nongyu Xuan does not know the sword, but just heard a name.

But he really can't think of it, there is another kendo, so powerful, so fierce.

Yan Zhao singer Zhong Hui Hong Jian Jian Feng turned again, intercepting the attack from Cheng Song.

After all, Cheng Song is the fourth of Wu Sheng, the strongest in the realm of the early days of God.

Although Bei Ming’s avatar is outstanding, it also accounts for the cheapness of weapons. However, it can only be blocked and cannot guarantee a certain degree.

In the long battle, Cheng Song found the opportunity to break through the defense, but his attack was stopped by Yan Zhao.

At the moment, when he heard what Nongyu Xuan said, Cheng Song was also shocked: "The Qing dynasty, the four swords of Xian Xian?!"

He stared at Yan Zhaoge: "Yes, in addition, how can there be such a fierce and powerful kendo?"

"So power, it will not be a branch of evolution, it must be a rumor in rumors, orthodox in orthodoxy!"

Nongyu Xuan looked at Yan Zhaoge and suddenly laughed and laughed so madly: "Ha ha ha ha! It turns out that your root is a rumor!"

"No wonder there is such strength, no wonder, no wonder, I am not defeated!"

"But your good days won't last long!" Nongyu Xuan's face ran red, as if returning to the light.

His smile is mad and eccentric, but resentment is also a pleasure: "The emperor passed the command before the millennium, and the descendants of the Qing Dynasty must not set foot in the upper realm!"

"The offender is to leave the upper bounds afterwards, and it will not be awkward!"

"By the sidelines, this is still the case, let alone your rumor?"

Nongyu Xuan looked at Yan Zhaoge and shook his head and said, "You are dead!"

Yan Zhao song heard the words, the brow gently pick: "Oh? Shangqing Yimai can not step into the upper bounds?"

Three emperors and five emperors, the ten parties are supreme.

This is what happened to the old man of the ink before Yan Jie’s song came to the upper bounds.

These eight words represent the supreme rule of the world.

After coming to Huangpuhai, I came into contact with the warriors of the Dark Emperor and the Daxuan Dynasty. Yan Zhaoge also knows that the current upper bounds are still the world of these eight characters.

The people of Huangpuhai, even if they don’t know what is strong in the Huangpu, do not know Xuanmu Wang, do not know the Guhai of the North Sea swords, and do not know the Guangzong sect Luo Zhitao and others, but they also know these eight words.

The Three Emperors and Five Emperors are not the Three Emperors and Five Emperors of the legendary era before the great destruction, but the name of the top strongest in the upper bounds of the world.

Among them, the emperor, the rumor is the Three Emperors.

Nongyu Xuan looked at Yan Zhaoge: "You are crazy now, you will not have a good end!"

Yan Zhao song does not see the color of dignity, peace and still.

He looked at Nongyu Xuan and suddenly laughed: "I have a good end, it has nothing to do with you."

"Even if I have any trouble in the future, it is not what you brought to me. What do you have to be proud of?"

Yan Zhao song smiles coldly: "How do I, don't care, care about yourself."

"The difference between me and you is that your current work is like praying for God to reward me in the future. You can't do anything yourself."

"And I, I’m clear to you now, you’re definitely not going to end, all this, I will give it to you.”

Said, it is a sword stabbed.

Nongyu Xuan is stunned, but there is no sound.

Under the sacred sword, his vitality is quickly annihilated, and the step is over.

The majestic martial arts source has no use and is constantly dissipating.

Strong flesh and blood, no use, and continuous defeat.

Tough spirits, no use, no annihilation.

Looking at the ruined Nongyu Xuan, Cheng Song’s heart also gave birth to chill.

All the Guangming Zongwu people were killed, and the strength of Yan Zhaoge seemed to be bottomless.

If Nongyu Xuan is also degraded, Yan Zhao Ge Zun and North Ming have joined forces, and Cheng Song has a feeling of being difficult to parry.

Between his thoughts, he turned and turned and walked away!

At the moment, Wu Sheng’s four realms are strong, and they dare not fight again and flee.

Yan Zhao song looked at him.

In the group of dragons, there was a voice from Ahu: "The son, let him escape, will there be problems?"

In the main hall, on the other side, Feng Yunqi sat on the knees and closed his eyes to meditate.

The black fire magical atmosphere was gradually absorbed by the Japanese sword. The faint blue light formed by the force of the Japanese sword on the surface of the Japanese sword gradually faded, as if it was swallowed up by the darkness.

But the fierce and savage atmosphere of the disaster is even more arrogant.

When Yan Zhao songs started, the gates of the group dragon temple opened, and the suction came out inside the door, and they pulled the clouds and flew back to the door.

Feng Yunyi also opened his eyes at this time.

Cheng Song is a four-strong Wu Sheng, who sees the strongest realm in the early days of God. If he does not want to stay dead, but wants to run, it is not easy to leave him.

Yan Zhao sang his eyes and looked into the distance: "We don't chase, he can't run." (To be continued.) 8