History’s Strongest Senior Brother

In the Bihai City, a group of strong people of the tribes attacked together, with the Yangquan Jing and the Bihai Invisible Sword as the center, and the Sky Axe and Yunliu Magic Sword as the auxiliary, together with the drawing of the old man of Shengmo in the center to coordinate and promote.

Rigidity and softness, the vigorous strength of yin and yang alternated, all exploded in an instant, and continued to grow and rise upward.

All the demon kings in Jingzhong also made a terrifying roar, and the flames gathered together.

The two met in the air and collided violently.

At this time, a huge foot stepped down from the top of Bihai City, as if the sky dome collapsed!

Song Wuliang et al.

The endless violent flames seemed to solidify together at this moment, constantly compressing to the bottom of the huge sole, violent and suppressed.

As the oldest resident elder in the Eight Greatest Worlds today, he experienced the first time in the year, and was also the most violent painting of the old man, Sheng Mo, who was now sinking into the water.

"Great Flame Lord!"

In fact, there is no need to go through that war, everyone at the moment has already had the most intuitive feeling!

The force of terror kept pressing, breaking the golden light and the blue sea.

Huang Guanglie, Song Wuliang and others shouted in unison, and the majestic reals gathered together and rolled up, turning into an infinite turmoil, blocking the pace of the other party.

The huge figure in the sky now also shows its true face.

It's as huge as Foshan Yue, with a lower body like a cow and an upper body like a tiger, with a huge cow head on his shoulder, a horn on the top of his head, a flame pattern all over his body and a burning flame.

A pair of red eyes, frantically and viciously, looked down at the blue sea below and boundlessly.

In the deafening roar, the blue sea was boundless and broken!

The sky water curtain was torn, turned into a flood and fell from the sky, falling to the blue sea city of Donglong Island below.

But before waiting for the flood to fall from the air to the ground, it has been evaporated into a heavy mist by the raging fire.

A huge black shadow suddenly rushed out of the white mist.

Chu Yan, the head of the nearest vast mountain, could hardly respond, completely lifting the axe and hacking out, with the spiritual guidance of the sacred soldier in his hand.

The terror cracked in the void, but the crack was instantly filled with fire.

Under the flames, the void gap healed.

At the next moment, Chu Yan and Xietian Axe flew backwards together!

The Paladin's Sky Axe was shaken and his black light dimmed directly.

Chu Yan, the head of the vast mountain, splashed the sky with blood, and his face was like golden paper.

Aside from the crown of Taiyin, the bright and bright moonlight was undulating like water.

Meng Wan's face was even paler under the radiance, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.

Only then did she help and barely save Chu Yan's life, but Rao was so, Chu Yan was almost killed directly, and the Paladin was hit hard.

The Great Flame Demon King, who was born with a bull's head, stood in the void, and with a single blow, the Holy Soldier was almost dead in the vast mountain head.

He did not continue to pursue, and Huang Guanglie, Mo Old Man, Song Wuliang and others had already attacked together again!

Huang Guanglie punched out, and the golden light shone, and the world was transformed into a golden one.

The golden day on the sky dome seems to be coming from nine days, shining everywhere.

Although the vast array of Bihai Wuliang is broken, Song Wuliang controls the patriarch Bihaidan's heart sword, the sword light is invisible, like a huge wave, impacting on the Great Flame Demon King.

Although it was only Wu Shengyi's rebuilding as the realm, Song Wuliang's driving of Bihaidan's heart sword was obviously much stronger than Chu Yan's driving strategy.

The fusion of martial arts sword and saints continue to promote their respective powers, and the invisible swords are endless but elusive.

Old Man Mo looked calm, but this time it was not volley painting.

Among his acupuncture points around him, he spouted blood lines and was drawn by his own truth in midair, turning into a bloody scroll.

Painting holy killings, painting with the blood of the enemy, and condensing in the void for a long time, is one of the terrifying legends of the Eight Greatest Worlds.

At this moment, he used his own blood as a painting, and the painting is a majestic scene that is falling apart!

The real void, as if it was merged with the paintings of the old man of Mo, also showed a tendency to fall apart.

There seemed to be a groan of laughter in the mouth of the Great Flame Demon, and then a roar that seemed to burst.

His claws came out together, his left paw was facing Huang Guanglie, and his right paw was facing the old man of Mo.

The flames of the left paws gathered like a cage, and enveloped Huang Guanglie.

Huang Guanglie's fierce martial arts from East Japan, trapped by the flame cage, could not explode.

The golden sun roared, colliding with the flames, and finally burst apart.

The sky of golden and red flames flew together, and Huang Guang retreated with a muffled voice.

The right paw of the Great Flame Demon is a blood painting against the old man of Mo, and he grabs fiercely.

The world is now showing a cracking situation, this time completely broken!

But the paws of the Great Flame Demon King were not affected, as if crossing the void, they were still attracted to the old man of Mo.

For Song Wuliang's sword light, the flame demon opened his mouth and spouted flames.

Infinite flames in the void, revealing tens of thousands of runes, each rune is written by flames, and keeps jumping.

Tens of thousands of flame runes converged into a sea of ​​flames, annihilating Song Wuquan's sword light.

The sea of ​​fire is spreading endlessly, which is even more magnificent and vaster than the invisible sword light that Song Wuliang's turbulent blue seas are constantly surging!

Raising his hands and throwing his feet to break Huang Guanglie's full-strength attack, the Great Flame Demon immediately moved forward.

Feet like cattle hooves trample on the void, with his feet as the center, and the rolling flame spread to the surroundings instantly.

The endless sea water of the East China Sea retreats, and the sky and the sea are transformed into the sea of ​​fire.

Although it did not induce the change of the fire pulse of the earth veins, although the area of ​​influence was much smaller, but at this moment, the foot of the big flame demon had a tendency to boil the sea!

The huge bull's head slightly lowered, the horns on his head pushed out, and the void seemed to burst.

Song Wuliang, the hero of Bihai City, was suddenly injured, and Bihai Danxin's sword and sword light were dim.

He pawed forward and grabbed the ground.

Huang Guanglie and Old Man Mo backed up again and again, it was difficult to resist, and there was blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

On the other side, An Qinglin, Meng Wan, Chu Yan and a group of martial arts soldiers from the Bihai City were even forced to death by a group of flame demon kings in Jingzhong!

In the laughter of the Great Flame Lord monster, a huge body fell on Donglong Island.

As he landed, Donglong Island suddenly began to completely crack!

The Bihai City on the island, like a sand sculpture castle facing the waves, is crumbling.

Old Mexican Mo said abruptly: "I can't hold it here!"

Everyone looked bitter.

Not only could not hold, but everyone on the scene, except for the old man Mo and Huang Guanglie, other people had almost no chance of escape!

It is unknown whether he and Huang Guanglie can successfully break through and escape from life.

Song Wuliang looked painfully at Bihai City and Donglong Island, clenched his sword in his hand, and his eyes were determined.

All the soldiers of the Bihai City were desperate in their hearts, looking up at the huge body as if they were a demon.

Suddenly, they discovered that the Great Flame Demon, with huge blood-red eyes, revealed unexpected colors, and looked away.

When everyone was stunned, they looked back subconsciously.

As soon as there was a glimmer of purple light on the horizon, the sound of Long Yin sounded.

The purple light is getting more and more prosperous, and at the end, it seems like a pillar of heaven, to open up the earth and split the endless sea of ​​fire!

In Ling Xiandao's light, a man came from afar, and instantly came close.

The appearance looked only in his thirties, but his temples were pale and stained with a little frost.

But the whole person not only does not have the slightest twilight, but has a sharp edge, and he is extremely domineering, like a long sword that cuts the sky!

Everyone looked at the person who came. Compared with joy, they were more shocked: "Yandi!"

"Are you extraordinary?"