History’s Strongest Senior Brother

With Jianguang rising from the sword, a sinister evil, the greed and arrogance of the atmosphere is also pervasive.

Under the black Jianguang shrouded, a sleek long sword hilt appeared at the gate of the open sword.

Originally, it looks like a long sword made of red copper, and the color is rapidly changing from red to green.

The material looks like it is now bronze.

Bei Ming split his hand and held it in the handle of the bronze ancient sword, then pulled it out of the sword.

Suddenly, the black light filled.

The sword is turned into a huge black hole, which straddles the void.

Evil sword!

The black swords that are dark and unclear are everywhere, and they will be swallowed up by the fire.

The black sword light after the devour of the fire, no reduction, but more powerful!

The young man under the phoenix light and shadows saw the shape, his eyes provoked, his palm was like a knife, and he split out toward Beiming.

The blazing flame condenses into a knife-shaped light, criss-crossing in the air.

The flaming knife is very condensed, and each knife is like a silk thread.

It is difficult to count the gap between the knife and the light, and the crochet is woven into the sky and the giant net, which is impenetrable, and the north facing the body is shrouded in the head.

North Ming did not scorn, and urged the evil sword to fight.

The Yanzhao song deity came to the back of Bei Ming, and the **** in the food stood like a sword, and the point was in the back of Bei Ming.

The infinite immortal sword meaning has evolved into a sword method that fits the evil sword, in order to facilitate the power of this sword.

Black light, turned into a sideless mixed hole, the edge continues to stretch, as if infinitely huge, greet the opponent's Fengyi Tianluo knife.

"This evil sword, the quality is very high..." The youth in the flame, seeing the eyebrows.

His strength is far better than the strong Wushu six realm of the realm, and Yan Zhaoge deity and Bei Ming have not reached the level of Xianqiao, not enough to play the full power of the evil sword.

In this case, he can actually block him, and again he is unexpected.

He snorted and suddenly reached out.

The dark red light flashes in the hands of this person, but it is the top sacred soldier who used to wear it for the body.

The light faded, Yan Zhao song carefully looked, but found that it was a big bow.

The other side pulled the bowstring, the blazing flames condensed at the fingertips, and quickly formed a fiery red arrow, and the arrow aimed at Yan Zhaoge.

This is a treasure bow of the top grade.

Used for body protection, it is completely incapable of its power.

At this moment, this talent is really using this top quality sage.

The bowstring is shocked, and a fire hole pierces the void, directly shooting the Yan Zhao song, and the sound is shocking!

There is no time interval between the fire and the arrival of the target.

In the void between Yan Zhaoge and the other side, there is no trace of burning through the fire.

This arrow seems to completely ignore the boundaries between time and space.

Until the evil swords and black swords flashed, the rockets were traced and blocked by black holes.

But this time the black hole did not swallow the rocket.

When Wu Guanghua broke out, the rocket actually penetrated the barrier of the evil sword and Jianguang, and still insisted on shooting to Yan Zhaoge and Bei Ming.

The other party urged this treasure bow, has been infinitely close to the full force of its power, combined with his own powerful strength comparable to the Xianqiao Wusheng, two in one, the real terror.

However, Yan Zhaoge was prepared, and the sun was falling from the sky and squatting on the rocket.

The rocket that penetrated the black hole and had been greatly reduced in strength was suddenly extinguished by the sun.

The young man’s eyes flashed in a stern color, and he was annoyed that he could not take Yan Zhao’s song.

He has been treated seriously, but he can't stand the other's family's bottom thicker, more baby.

This also made him a little crying and laughing. Compared with his own body, there are very few people who can make him suffer. But today, he was crushed by a warrior from the lower bound.

"How many real yuan do you have, can you motivate two top-class sacred soldiers at the same time, and can withstand such consumption?"

This young man is incredible. If he does not say anything, he will open the bow directly and it will be another arrow.

The result is still stopped by Yan Zhaoge!

The other party's eyes widened: "How is it possible? A Wu Sheng double, a Wu Sheng four heavy, can simultaneously motivate two top sacred soldiers?"

The Yanzhao songs are quiet, and the promise of the Promise and the Tianyu Book are usually consumed.

The practice of the yin and yang sacred book helps him to constantly recover the loss of energy.

At the moment, it is not as easy as it was with Zhang Wei and Kang Maosheng. Even with the support of Yin and Yang, his real yuan is also consumed.

However, Yan Zhao’s song is not in the heart, he is waiting for the right time.

This timing lies on the other side, the battlefield between Feng Yun and Meng Xi.

There, it is also a terrible battle.

When Zhang Hao died, Meng Hao was a little bit lost, but he quickly recovered his attention.

In addition, between her and Feng Yunyi, the intensity of the battle is not inferior to Yan Zhaoge.

Both women have come up with all the hard work and are hard to find.

A blue-black fire dragon, the same silver-white phoenix, made a battle.

Although in the underground palace, but by the two people, the outside world, there is a big change between the real Xinghai.

The cold and secluded moonlight, the Taiyin star, runs to the top of the sky, as if to replace the position of the sun.

At the same time, the black fire magic is overflowing, devours the brilliance, and with the boundless eclipse power, the power of the dark 睺 睺 star is also highlighted.

Some of the real and flamboyant powers of the nine dynasties began to cross the heavy voids, and they were blessed in the Taiyin crown and the Japanese swords.

At the beginning, Feng Yunxiao fell slightly.

After all, the Taiyin crown is a real top-class sage, perfect.

The Japanese sword is still recovering, and it has not really regained the charm of the old sword.

Feng Yunzhen inspires all the power of the sacred sword at this moment, and can only maintain a short time.

In the process of playing against Meng Hao, she did not take this kind of adventurous play.

However, as the battle progressed, the ray of sunlight in the eyes of Feng Yunyu became more and more prosperous, and the light of the sword was also brighter and brighter.

The fierce black fire magical atmosphere is also rising and is constantly being stimulated.

Later, after the war, Feng Yunqi pulled back the situation and began to defend against attack and gain the upper hand.

In the past test of the Taiyin, the battle between the dragon and the phoenix was repeated, but this time, the Phoenix is ​​an ox, the dragon is nine!

凛Sunlight and black fire magic intertwined, forcing the cold moonlight to be depressed.

Feng Yunyu fights himself and suffers from some injuries. The hard life will separate Meng and the Taiyin crown.

She took a deep breath, holding a knife in the right, and her left hand volleyed out, like a real dragon claw, reaching into the glory of the crown of the Taiyin.

Meng Hao forced his own injury and still did not give up the crown of the Taiyin.

However, the blue and black brilliance flashed on the next day, blocking her from the outside.

In the eyes of Feng Yunying, the blue light of the eyes is scattered, and the whole body is swaying in the same time. The cold moonlight emerges from the middle, and it is the same as Mengzi. It is the purest body of the Taiyin.

In front of her, there seems to be an invisible ladder, and she picks up the stairs.

At this time, Feng Yunyi has also approached the end of the oil, and it is difficult to fight again.

The tiredness that spurred the sword of the next day surrounded her and made her extremely weak.

But Feng Yun's eyes looked straight at the top of the Taiyin crown, and the body straightened up all the way.

The light dragon that soared in the sky took the bright moon into his arms.

"After all..." Meng Hao sighed softly, and Tang Yongzhen also looked complicated and full of emotion.

Yan Zhao song looked at the light dragon to the sky, and even smiled: "Finally..."