History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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As the young generation leader of Bihai City, Song Chao, one of the four sons of the world, Song Chao also has his own pride and self-confidence.

He is really willing to compete with Tang Yonghao.

If it were not for Tang Yonghao and Xu Fei to have a battle, Song Chao will definitely have a good match with Tang Yonghao.

Now, he has no intention of taking advantage of Tang Yonghao.

If he consumes too much to deal with him, it will seriously affect the battle between Tang Yonghao and Xu Fei. This kind of concern alone may make Tang Yonghao fall into the wind.

In many cases, the strong fight against each other and only compete on the front line.

Song Chao didn't want to take advantage of Tang Yonghao's advantage, and it was even less possible to use the tactics like monstrous tide as the disciples of the Great Sun Sect.

After seeing Tang Yonghao agree to come down, Song Chao nodded: "Please advise."

With that in mind, he shot Tang Yonghao with a palm, and the qi burst into an unreal world.

However, as a warrior in the realm of heaven, the unreal world transformed by Song Chao's qi is more real and condensed than that of the innate warrior.

It was not just Tang Yonghao who faced his front, but Yan Zhaoge and other people watching the battle. It seemed that there were huge waves in front of him.

In the eyes, the vast sea, the boundless sea, the endless waves in the ears, the tsunami landslide.

Tang Yonghao faced the scene, two fingers of his right finger stood like a sword, and with a tendency to divide the sea, a sword was thrust forward.

A golden sword light rising like the rising sun turned out, and the hot and warm breath like the sun suddenly enveloped everyone.

Biography of Day Sun Shengzong, one of the seven methods of Day Sun, breaking the sword!

Yan Zhaoge's eyes flashed, and he looked up slightly.

Seeing the sky above, the clouds and fog dispersed, and there was faint sunlight transmitting through it, falling from the clouds.

At Tang Yonghao's fingertips, the light skyrocketed, as if some powerful existence was conceived, and the sunlight in the sky above him was also madly converging towards Tang Yonghao's fingertips!

In an instant, the light became more and more radiant, as if forming a rising sun.

The pale golden sunrise exudes infinite heat, and there seem to be two suns faintly appearing between the sky and the earth, one above the sky above and one in front of everyone.

The sword light was originally like the dawn of the rising sun, soft but not weak, and light not strong.

But when the sun touched the sea transformed by Song Chaogang's air, countless shining and dazzling lights, like needle-pointed wheatgrass and fine needles, burst into a burst of light and scattered around.

As soon as each golden awn touched the surrounding tide, a violent explosion occurred.

Continuous explosions!Endless explosions!

The collision and explosion of hundreds of millions of golden rays and the endless sea!

The sea, like the dark clouds dispelled by the sun, rolled and retreated, fragmented, and finally turned into an infinite drop of water like a rainstorm.

Then each drop of water was pierced by the golden awn, bursting one after another, and disappeared without a trace!

Just like the accumulated water on the ground, all of it evaporated under the sunlight.

Tang Yonghao stood with his sword closed, looked at Song Chao, and sincerely said: "Brother Song, let me."

Song Chao did not take advantage of him. To be precise, the two people's consumption of energy and physical strength was almost negligible. It was more a change of competition skills and an understanding of the martial art concept.

If you do a desperate fight, it is far from a win-win situation.

Song Chao withdrew his palms and sighed: "Still lose your trick."

He shook his head, turned and walked away, and sat cross-legged directly at the edge of the suspended island, which obviously meant to start to be a bystander. The next Tongtian Huimeng had no intention of continuing to participate.

Tang Yonghao arched his hand to him, and then turned his head to look at Xu Fei, said: "Brother Xu waited a long time, Brother Mongolian and Song gave me up. The battle between you and me is going on as usual. I have nothing to consume and no interest rate adjustment.

Xu Fei held a skin sac in his hand, and a strong aroma of wine came out. When Tang Yonghao and Song Chao fought, he drank and drank.

At this time, he drank his last drink of strong liquor, hung his skin back to his waist, stretched out his mouth, and smiled: "Although you only had one trick with Brother Song, it also made me see many ways, especially to you The current cultivation has an understanding for entering the country. "

"You are arrogant, I don't take advantage of you."

After all, Xu Fei extended his palm and pushed forward flatly.

Under one palm, the breath is like a sky covering the four sides, and the earth carries the eight poles.

The palm of the hand is ancient and simple, and it looks even simple and cumbersome, but it is magnificent, as if it contains infinite mystery!

As soon as the palm came out, all the innate warriors on the spot lit up.

Everyone knows that although Xu Fei is magnificent in temperament, unlike his teacher Shi Tie, martial arts practice is the same as that of Shi Tie.

Different from Shi Tie's practice of the Vajra body, Xu Fei's choice is another great skill in Taishang Baji, Daxuan yellow sword style.

For many years as one day, Xu Fei did not practice other Guangcheng geniuses, and concentrated on practicing the Daxuan yellow sword style. His attainment in this martial art is well-deservedly the first person in the realm of the master. Many masters of the same class are not as good as him.

Today, however, Xu Fei did not display the Daxuan yellow sword style, and the rules and principles he used were the same as the Daxuan yellow sword style, but they were not the same.

It is not simply to transform the sword into palm power, or to change the sword into palm technique, nor to use the palm technique to display the sword technique.

It can be seen from the eyesight of Yan Zhaoge and others that although Xu Fei's power is still relatively primitive and primitive, it is clearly in the style of Daxuan Huangjian to bring forth new ideas and make changes.

This is a brand new martial arts, which belongs to Xu Fei's own martial arts!

Although it is not complete yet, the potential is amazing.

A Hu muttered to himself: "If Brother Fei continues to develop his palm and develop it to perfection, Guangcheng Mountain may have a ninth pole in the future."

Xu Fei stood in the palm of his hand, looked at Tang Yonghao, and smiled: "I have a little trick to figure out, which makes everyone laugh. Although it is still difficult to enter the eyes of Fang's family, Brother Tang, I can do both. Martial arts from one source can form a union. "

Tang Yonghao nodded seriously: "Thank you Brother Xu for reminding."

After the two held a fist face to face, Tang Yonghao waved his hand, and there was a golden sword in his palm, the light was blazing and not dazzling, like the birth of Chaoyang.

Xu Fei stretched his hand towards the back, and a black broad sword dragon sang out of his sheath and fell into his hand. Jianguang was plain and unpretentious.

As soon as they unfolded the Daxuan yellow sword style, as soon as they opened the dawn sword, they immediately fought together.

The Tongtian Huimeng has just started, and it may be the highest level of the competition, and it will be launched.

Yan Zhaoge watched Xu Fei and Tang Yonghao exchange swords and fought against each other, nodding one after another: "Both are well-deserved."

He turned his head to look in the other direction, where the other Sunri Sect disciples stared nervously at the battle, but there was only one person, his expression was always the same, no change was noticed, and it seemed as quiet as if it did not exist.

Pu Zhaozi, Huang Jie.