History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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Under the control of Xiao Sheng, the puppets of Day Sun Sage flipped their palms and flew like a phantom.

Just like the sunset, the last afterglow turned into thousands of scenes, sad and unpredictable.

Xizhao afterglow thousands of magic palm.

Day Sun Shengzong inherited the martial arts and tied up with the seven heavenly gods in the sky.

It is a rare martial art famous for Daji Shengzong.

Xiao Sheng has been immersed in this martial arts for many years, and has already gained the true meaning of its essence.

It is because many elders in the same discipline are stronger than his elders, and his accomplishments and understanding in this martial art are not as good as him.

Inspired by Xiao Shenggang's qi, the puppet resembled a living warrior, and even interpreted this highly varied pattern.

"The manipulation of puppets is still the same. What would happen if Xiao Sheng himself came?"

All the disciples of Guangcheng Mountain who were watching the battle felt bitter in their mouths and their palms gradually began to sweat.

Yan Zhaoge's gaze did not look at the puppet of the Sage of Dayi, but at the palm of Xiao Sheng's manipulation of the puppet.

Faced with a fierce enemy, Mr. Dong's puppets have nothing to say, just a knife!

In the eyes of everyone, the original stupid puppet seemed to be transformed into a correction dragon, flying up and breaking through the illusion generated by the heavy sunset evening photos.

The blue awn is excited, just like a real dragon shaking its armour, and it is vertical and horizontal.

Every illusion is broken, like a dream bubble.

Although the wooden weapon in Mr. Dong's hand is a sword, Yan Zhaoge replaced the sword with a sword, and he was not limited in shape. The sword skill of the green dragon in his one-piece sleeve was still at its peak and resolved Xiao Sheng's evening light.

The disciple of Guangcheng Mountain immediately cheered in unison.

Xiao Sheng's mouth showed a cruel smile.

"I thought I was Chao Yuanlong's stupid cow who was only a bit brute?"

With that said, Xiao Sheng's manipulation of puppetry has become more complicated, and the subtle changes of the evening light and the illusion palm are all unfolding.

Stimulated by the qi, the puppet of the Sage of the Sun rolled up a faint streamer, as if the afterglow of the setting sun shrouded Mr. Dong again.

This time, in addition to being unpredictable and ever-changing, the illusion is more desperate.

Sunset returns to the mountain, the earth is about to step into the dark night, and there is only the last ray of sunset in the sky.

It is futile for any world to keep and how to give up.

It should come, after all!

The deep-seated martial arts meaning of Xizhao Afterglow and Thousand Illusion Palms was interpreted by Xiao Sheng at this moment.

The glow of the setting sun was like a cage of despair, covering Mr. Dong's puppets.

The blue dragon sword in Yan Zhaoge's sleeves, like the sky dragon vacated, was not correct.

But at this time, he could only widen his eyes and watch the sun setting, which could not save the changes of the natural sky.

The blue swordmang was instantly dimmed, the sunlight was murky, watching the battle before everyone saw the sudden darkness, swallowing the two puppets together.

Xiao Sheng said with a smile: "The one that should fall will eventually fall."

"Memories are nothing but vain!"

He was shocked, and the palms of the puppets of Sage Sage have been hitting the chest and belly of Mr. Dong's puppet!

"Hehe ..." Yan Zhaoge looked at the scene, and in both eyes, Hanguang suddenly shot.

At the same time, Mr. Dong's puppets twisted suddenly and his wrists shook!

The wooden knife blade shrank, and the puppet's body clumped.

Originally sharp, suddenly suddenly attributed to mediocrity.

It was as if the sword had been put into the sheath, and it seemed as if the real dragon flying over the sky for nine days had penetrated into the cloud.

Green dragon in the sleeve, Yunlong hidden sword!

Xiao Sheng smiled on his face, and his heart suddenly felt bad.

Uncomfortable, unhappy, like a man in the back!

Yan Zhaoge manipulates Mr. Dong in a Tibetan sword style. At this moment, Xiao Sheng only feels that the other party disappears from his front.

Obviously still there, but the palm he was determined to get, but it was defeated!

"Carving insects, clown tricks!" Xiao Sheng yelled angrily, and the rough man's voice even seemed a little sharp.

He manipulated the puppets of the Sage of the Sun, and forcibly took hold of his power without condensing, and carefully sensed the existence of his opponent.

Just caught a trace of meaning, Mr. Dong's body has stretched out!

Like a cloud burst from the thunder, the majestic Jianfeng burst out, aiming directly at the Sun Sage.

It's like a dragon digs into the cloud and suddenly pops its head!

Just like the back carbine in the martial arts of the secular warfare, dragging the knife and killing the enemy was caught by surprise.

Xiao Shenggao smiled, and his unshakable palm also burst out, just in front of Yan Zhaoge's attack.

"Catch you this time!"

Still thinking, but stunned to see Yan Zhaoge on the opposite side, the sword momentum that was originally angry at the sky suddenly once again closed, disappeared without a trace!

Another trick is the Tibetan sword!

Yunlong hides the sword style, and the real and the virtual are coexisting, like the head of the dragon, hidden in the cloud, without a trace and no signs!

Xiao Sheng's evening light, afterglow, and thousands of fantasy palms completely fell through!

At the next moment, the flaming blue sword-mansions light up, sweeping the sky, tearing the night, and letting light return to the earth!

"The sun will rise as usual, and the clouds will cover your eyes for a while, and eventually the clouds will disappear, and you will see the sun and the sky again."

Yan Zhaogeman laughed, and replaced the sword with the sword, and Mr. Dong's blade pointed directly at the chest of the day sun saint!

Xiao Sheng's pupils shrank, but it was too late to manipulate the puppets of Sage Sage.

The invisible airflow flashing with metallic luster, circulated on the puppet of the Sage of the Sun.

The gang defense was elevated to the extreme, and Mr. Dong's attack was blocked with a slash.

But on the edge of Mr. Dong's blade, the sharp green mangoes were vomiting, and the metallic luster also flashed.

At this moment, the wooden knife seemed to turn into a real stainless steel sword, forcibly breaking through the opponent's defensive defense, and piercing the chest of the puppet of the Saint Sun!

"Humph!"

Xiao Sheng snorted with a slap in the palm of his hand.

The puppet of the Sage of the Sun broke apart first, and the wooden knife pierced into it broke together.

This power extended along the wooden knife to Mr. Dong's puppet, and the body of Mr. Dong's puppet suddenly shattered together!

Yan Zhaoge was also not annoyed, withdrew his palms, his hands behind his back, and looked at Xiao Sheng leisurely.

Xiao Sheng's eyes were fixed on Yan Zhaoge, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his vicious eyes flashed in it.

There was a big beard on his face, and he kept shaking as he panted heavily.

Although unlike Chao Yuanlong, he lost all his face and lost all his underwear, but Xiao Sheng was also angry and angry at the moment, and his face was hot.

He chose the method of comparison, but in the end, he first broke the rules and smacked himself.

He seemed to have died in a tie, before he had lost.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at Xiao Sheng, shrugging his shoulders: "Actually, I agree with you, people really should not live in the past."

"Based on the present and looking at the future, it is right."

What did he mean, how could Xiao Sheng not hear?

Xiao Sheng stared at Yan Zhaoge and nodded slowly: "Yan Zhaoge, you are fine."

"I confess that I used to look at you as a child, but it doesn't matter, let's, come, Japan, Fang, Chang!"

After all, Xiao Sheng said nothing more, turned around and left.

Yan Zhaoge chuckled: "The more time passes, the less you think about it."