History’s Strongest Senior Brother

One green and one red gold, two spirit swords fighting in mid-air.

Yan Zhaoge waved his sword. In the artistic conception of the move, there was a faint chaos shattered and the magnificent scene of the universe reopening.

As if the end of everything and the beginning of everything.

Wherever the sword light reached, the sword light of the golden flame flashed by the sky of Zhao Hao's fire suddenly disappeared.

The Burning Sword in Zhao Hao's hand, the sword light aura was suddenly suppressed by the spirit sword Bilong, and became dull and dull.

Yan Zhaoge's horrible sword intention went all the way up and slashed Zhao Hao himself.

A slightly stunned expression appeared on Zhao Hao's face, and he only felt that Yan Zhaoge's sword edge contained a great terror force conception that destroyed everything.

His own sword spirit, completely collapsed, is difficult to resist.

"I haven't seen him cast it on the Tongtian Huimeng, his sword is in the end ..." Zhao Hao could feel Yan Zhaoge's weakness at the moment, and even the difficulty of letting go of the air.

At the level of cultivation, Yan Zhaoge did not have the advantage at the moment.

If the vision and insights brought by the higher realm, Zhao Hao's last life was Wu Sheng, how could he suffer in this respect?

However, for no reason, no reason, at this moment, he simply defeated!

Zhao Hao shouted sharply: "Eating the ground!"

He flipped his palms, and suddenly a whole black, unremarkable little red furnace appeared.

There is no breath coming out of this furnace, nor a flash of aura, nor any unique power fluctuations.

It's like an ordinary thing.

But Yan Zhaoge's sword was spotted on the black little dan furnace, and the power contained in the sword's edge, like a mud bull entering the sea, disappeared instantly.

The lower-grade spirit soldier spirit sword green dragon stabs on the surface of the dan furnace, leaving no trace on the dan furnace at all.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed, his movements were not delayed at all, and he immediately struck again!

Zhao Hao held the Dan furnace, as if holding a shield, moving to resist Yan Zhaoge's attack.

Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows: "Can't urge it, but can only rely on the treasure itself to act as a resistance?"

He slammed into Zhao Hao's palm, suddenly changed direction, and the subtle changes of style unfolded.

Zhao Hao fought back with his sword: "Yan Zhaoge, I will kill you today!"

The Golden Tower collapsed, the red light door disappeared, and the large array supporting the Demon Realm suddenly reversed.

The world of red light that everyone was in was gradually disintegrating, and the black magic energy above his head suddenly stopped, and then quickly dissipated!

That one black and one red, two god mountains like the pillars of Qingtian appeared again above Yan Zhaoge's head.

Elder Mo growled angrily on the black body: "Children Yan family, you are looking for death!"

The towering mountain directly hit Yan Zhaoge.

The light in Yan Zhaoge's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a dark shadow on his head grew larger and larger, covering the sky and the sun.

The terrifying breath almost paralyzed him, unable to move.

"Take care of yourself first." Yan Zhaoge smiled indifferently without changing his face.

The Great Devil's formation reversed, and after the Dao Dao Qi dissipated, he began to crazily rush into the bodies of the fallen demon.

The demon warrior who was originally boosted by the magic energy not only can not enjoy the power of the bonus at this moment, but the magic energy that is quickly reversed, but instead forms a huge threat and violently impacts their body!

The black mountain was originally pressed towards Yan Zhaoge, but at the moment it shook violently like a landslide.

The huge rune set off the black mountain, which was not stable at this time, began to fragment!

One after another, the Rune Mantra disappeared, turned into a streamer, and floated in the air.

Elder Mo shouted: "Little Thief!"

At the same time, the red god mountain transformed by the mountain stone Wengquan's strength suddenly hit the black god mountain!

The black mountain, which was already crumbling, suddenly began to collapse and shatter!

Elder Mo kicked back for a great array of demonic energy. He was originally pressed by the downhill mountain stone man, and his power immediately overcame Elder Mo!

The battle immediately reversed.

The Black God Mountain and Black Rune Fragmented together, revealing Elder Mo ’s manic and unwilling face, a pair of golden eyes, staring at the Red God Mountain in front of him, and Yan Zhaoge at the bottom. Flashing, angry.

But Shan Shi Weng was not in a good position, and the red body transformed by the fisting intention shot down again, and the elder Mo shocked with blood!

Elder Mo roared with resentment, connected with one after another thin chains of black light and shadow runes.

The slender chains transformed by the devil qi flowed upside down into his body, and the elder Mo suddenly spit out another blood!

And Shan Shiweng's attack did not give him the chance to counterattack, hit again!

"Yan's children, you will not have a good ending!" Elder Mo knew that he was hard to escape. In the roar, he completely abandoned the rock and stone Weng and ignored his final strength. He would fight Yan Zhaoge and put out his hatred. .

But the black rune chains rolled up on his body overwhelmed his severely injured body, and his flesh and blood were violent.

Elder Mo ’s body was stagnant in the air, and Shan Shiweng ’s attack had already caught up with him!

A loud noise of "boom", as if the sound of thousands of years of basalt shattered completely.

Elder Mo ’s life came to an end, a spur of blood spewed out, a gang of fist, all destroyed.

He did not look away, staring at Yan Zhaoge with his eyes: "... the old man is unwilling!"

An veteran great master and strong man, just fell!

The violent vitality in the sky spread out, and the boundless wind and clouds rolled up, and the people blowing below were also unstable.

Ye Chongzhou, Zhang Yao, and others who stood up arduously all turned upside down again.

Yan Zhaoge is under the impact of the airflow, and it seems to be a flat boat in the wind, but his hands are as steady as a rock!

A sword pierced Zhao Hao, and Zhao Hao fought back with Fenhua Sword.

Yan Zhaoge's empty hand punched Zhao Hao with one punch, the chaos shattered, and the universe's re-opening concept of horror power appeared again!

Facing Yan Zhaoge's iron fist, Zhao Hao's eyes coexisted with coldness and heat, holding up a small black incense burner to resist Yan Zhaoge's attack.

But Yan Zhaoge's fist, while touching the small black incense burner, suddenly broke down, and everything became silent.

It seems that the process of reopening the universe is temporarily terminated, and everything is back to chaos.

No yin, no yang, no front and back, no beginning and no end, ignorance.

Zhao Hao's face changed slightly.

Yan Zhaoge's face was expressionless, his hand movements changed suddenly, his fingers spread, and he grabbed Zhao Hao's wrist!

Zhao Hao's experience is extremely rich, and his response is more rapid. While Yan Zhaoge's moves, his hand holding the small incense burner suddenly increased, and the back of his hand fell like a sledgehammer, falling down Yan Zhaoge's arm.

But it is the vast mountain heir to spread martial arts, breaking the sky!

Yan Zhaoge's eyes are as bright as electricity, he quickly regains his strength and works hard again!

Thunderbolt!

With five fingers spread out, he suddenly became blended and flicked gently on Zhao Hao's wrist, as if waving a lute.

But Zhao Hao's arm shook like an electric shock, his wrists ran wild and his meridians were broken!

Zhao Hao's hand can no longer hold the small incense burner.

Without waiting for his response, Yan Zhaoge's other hand, the Spirit Sword Bilong screamed out, breaking the terror of the chaos, and slashing to Zhao Hao again!

"Yan Zhaoge!"

In the unwilling roar, Zhao Hao had a cold neck!

Then, a broken sword, spreading from the wound on his neck to the whole body, torn his whole body!

Flesh, broken!

Bone, broken!

Soul, broken!

Everything, broken!

Yan Zhaoge's expression was cold and indifferent: "For the second time, now I feel, it seems that it's no big deal?"