History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Swallows and songs are in the shape of a flash, pointing to the palms of the move, yin and yang.

Zhang Wei tried his best to make a purple dragon wheel. After the deflection, he directly broke the leg of Kang Maosheng who was joining the enemy at the moment.

Yan Zhaoge's own movements do not stop, after the left hand yin and yang refers to the merits, the right hand Hui Hongjian brings a ruin of the arc, and then smashes to Zhang Hao!

Zhang Xin’s heart is cold.

He can almost foresee that most of the offensive against Yan Zhaoge will not be useful.

His own moves will be deflected by Yan Zhaoge and will fall to Kang Maosheng again.

And Kang Maosheng’s attack will fall to him.

They seem to never attack Yan Zhaoge, but only attack each other.

While welcoming each other's attacks, they also have to face the swordsman who seems to be invincible from Yan Zhao.

Tolerate the injury, Zhang Hao shouted, and his body shape moved sideways, like a big day, across the sky.

On the day of the Great Day, the sacred sect of the Great Day, the day of the dynasty, and the celestial ritual of the sacred sacred sacred ancestor.

However, under the traction of the air machine, the Jianguang of Yan Zhaoge is also more rapid, and he is not chasing after Zhang Hao.

Far away from Kang Maosheng, Zhang Wei finally shot to resist the Jianfeng of Yan Zhaoge.

But in the Jianguang, a sudden burst of brilliance broke out, and the silk was white.

The white sword is everywhere, and the shadow of death suddenly envelopes Zhang Xin’s heart.

He has always been stable in spirit, and there is a illusory scene in front of him. The end is the end and the world is shattered.

Everything is going to the end and dying together, the sky is falling, the sea is exhausted, the fire is everywhere, and the whole world is destroyed together.

Zhang Wei was miserable, with a wounded left shoulder and left hand, while blood was sprayed and burned in the air.

He forcibly reversed his body and took the sword of Yan Zhaoge with his left arm.

In the moment of the sword, Zhang Wei’s left arm burst into a **** fog.

This is his own initiative to break the left arm!

The broken left arm was twisted by Yan Zhao Song Jian, and the flesh and blood suddenly collapsed together.

The blood mist that permeates the heavens and the earth is instantly floating.

The hot blood and bones of the moment were all broken and shattered.

How strong is the flesh and blood of God Wusheng? Zhang Wei took the initiative to give up his left arm, and the flesh and blood exploded, forming a **** rain.

If the Wushu, who is below the four realms of Wusheng, is close enough, it will be directly killed by this.

But this horrible explosion was smashed by Yan Zhao’s sword and light, and suddenly disappeared into invisible, it appeared thunderous, the rain was small, and the tiger’s head and tail.

However, this scene fell in the eyes of Zhang Wei and Kang Maosheng, and made them sink to the bottom.

Zhang Wei’s right hand licked the wound on his left shoulder, and his left hand had broken shoulders.

"I can't think of it. I don't think of it. The old man didn't die in the hands of the exhibition hall, but he was going to be folded here by his former grandson."

Zhang Wei looked at Yan Zhaoge: "You have the treasure in your hand, and the sun."

"Unfortunately, unfortunately, the old man did not want to provoke nine secluded times, and did not venture into the abyss of the region. Otherwise, if the old man got the sun seal that cracked the gap between the nine secluded, everything would be different afterwards."

Zhang Wei long sighed: "Unfortunately, it is a pity that there is no such thing in this world. If you work hard for half a lifetime, you will fall into this field and regret it!"

After Yan Zhao’s sword was over, he did not look at Zhang Wei, but his expression was slightly moving, turning his head to look to the other side.

In the passage of the underground palace, suddenly there was a fire.

A phoenix sounded in the underground palace, not as bright as Meng, but it seemed more majestic orthodoxy.

Yanzhao songs are fixed in the eyes, but it is a phoenix.

The phoenix did not rush to Yan Zhaoge.

This is not the fact that the southern temperament is coming in person, but with the help of the secret method, it creates a shackle that is maintained in a short period of time, and the strength is equivalent to the Wu Shengwu who is at the level of integration.

The fire phoenix opened its wings, but it was thrown at someone who had never thought of it.

Tang Yongzhen!

Zhang Wei and Yan Zhao played against each other, Meng Hao and Feng Yunqi played against each other, Tang Yongzhen retired to the side, Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunyi did not attack him.

Although Tang Yongzhen did not agree with Zhang Wei’s move to abandon Guangmingzong’s participation in the Daxuan dynasty, he did not flee alone at the moment, quietly standing in the distance, waiting for the final outcome of the war.

At this time, the phoenix that suddenly rushed to him, Tang Yongzhen was also surprised.

After a brief sigh, Tang Yongzhen had a clear understanding: "Is it for the bone I just got?"

The speed of the phoenix is ​​fast, and the flame wings are covered with Tang Yongzhen.

The raging fire, as if to burn Tang Yongzhen into ashes.

Although the gap with the opponent is very different, but Tang Yongzhen did not succumb to the meaning of seeking mercy, straighten the backbone, face the powerful opponent.

Amazed by the flame, Tang Yongzhen suddenly burst into five colors of light.

Sudden changes, such as Yan Zhaoge, Zhang Wei, Meng Hao, Kang Maosheng and others are also surprised.

Seeing the top of Tang Yongzhen, there is a light and shadow of the gods.

Chicken head, swallows, snake neck, turtle back, fish tail, dressed in color weaving, carrying five virtues, clearly is the phoenix!

This Phoenix is ​​on Friday, and the waters of Saint De, the merits of virtue, the whiteness of Yinde, and the purple of Ford are all illusory.

However, the morality of black and white is actually real, and it is constantly flowing.

When Yan Zhao’s song was seen, it was a big surprise: “I have never seen Tang Yongzhen’s appearance.”

He looked at it and saw Tang Yongzhen's body as if there was a shining radiance.

Phoenix Light Shadow and Moral Xia, all from there.

The rest of Tang Yongzheng has not yet fully blended and seems to be independent of each other. It should be a kind of foreign object, a kind of treasure.

The treasures are integrated into the body of Tang Yongzhen, but they have not yet been completely united.

The fire phoenix spit out people: "This is something that belongs to me. How can you do it?

He didn't know the existence of the swallowing sword before, so the reason for coming to this submarine palace is for this phoenix bone!

This phoenix bone contains moral truth, and value is not just about itself.

More importantly, it can make up for the lack of his phoenix true volume, meaning more than heaven, for him, the value even exceeds a top sacred soldier!

Unexpectedly, Tang Yongzhen, who was admitted to the underground palace, inadvertently got it and accidentally integrated into the body.

The fire phoenix now has no Yan and Zhao songs, and the fire is lowered, covering Tang Yongzheng.

The Phoenix bone has been united with Tang Yongzhen, but it has not yet been completely integrated.

At present, this phoenix has the only chance, that is, refining Tang Yongzhen together with the Phoenix bone, fading away the body of the flesh and returning to the phoenix bone.

The word morality, Hong Dao Bude, the legend of the world, the source of various laws.

The black and white moral xia 霭 surrounds the body of Tang Yongzhen, constantly reducing the fire and turning into a harmless aura.

However, the gap between the two sides was too large, and the fire finally gradually engulfed him.

When Meng Xi saw it, he wanted to temporarily hang up the cloud, and first rushed to the phoenix, but it was too late.

Just then, a sword light flew, and the fire suddenly faded! (To be continued.)