History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The humiliation and anger in Yang Zhaozhen's heart reached its peak, but his mind calmed down at the moment.

Although he felt humiliated and unacceptable, he clearly determined a fact at the moment.

He is not Yan Zhaoge's opponent.

Even with Wuyu's golden torch in hand, the youth in front of him was accompanied by a paladin.

Continue to fight to the end, there is only one result, that is to die on Yan Zhao singer, there will be no second possibility!

Even if there is hope to fight for the same thing, Yang Zhaozhen, a brave and brutal man, will still fight back, but knowing that there is no chance of winning, he calms down and suddenly retreats.

Yan Zhaoge looked up and saw that Yang Zhaozhen, who was beaten by his own palm, did not stabilize his body this time. Instead, he took advantage of the tendency of flying backwards and walked away.

The cyan flame converged and the white light spread out, as if turning into wings, Yang Zhaozhen flew directly into the distance.

Yan Zhaoge smiled: "It's easy to go when it's difficult,"

In the sky, the dragon chanting sounded, endlessly, a huge palace appeared in people's sight.

All the light dragons cross the heavens and the earth, and the majestic power intimidates the Quartet.

When Yang Zhaozhen looked away, he saw that the hall was black, flashing gold, and countless spells and spells were prominent on the wall of the hall.

Daodao golden clouds diffused into the sea of ​​clouds, directly covering the sky, completely blocking the void around Laofeng City.

Yang Zhaozhen is not an ignorant person, so when he sees the appearance of the hall before him, he is more shocked than other bystanders.

This huge hall is made of bricks and tiles. It looks like there is no difference from ordinary materials, but it seems to be made of keels and scales!

The whole hall, every brick and tile, is worth a city and contains extraordinary power!

Converging together, it also shows the infinite prestige. In addition to Yang Zhaozhen in the state of Wusheng, other creatures around the world, looking at the dragon palace in the sky, all feel the sense of obedience to worship.

Within the mighty dragon's auspicious cloud, the hall is hidden in it, as if the real dragon is hiding its head, but it has its own monarch to rule the world and dominate the power of everything.

The gate of the palace was open, and there was a huge suction inside. Between the flashes of Dao Dao's light patterns, Yang Zhaozhen was to be gathered into a raging tide.

Yang Zhaozhen was frightened, and quickly launched Wuyu's golden torch, urging the valley's own power to resist the terror capture power of the Dragon Hall.

At the corner of his eye, Yu Guang noticed that Yan Zhaoge also rose from the ground and flew towards himself. Yang Zhaozhen's face was blue, his wrists were raised, and a blue firelight rushed to the sky.

The flames were to burst in the sky, but the surrounding void suddenly darkened.

Yang Zhaozhen's pupils shrank, and he saw the sky above him shrouded in darkness, silent and silent, without light and light, and the cyan flame was directly swallowed by darkness.

At the next moment, there was a thunder in the darkness.

The pale thunder light illuminates as if it were the first light that was born in eternal darkness.

The thunder burst, and the pale white light thundered toward Yang Zhaozhen.

Yang Zhaozhen had no choice but to mention Wuyu's golden gun to resist the bombardment of Yan Zhaoge's Yongye Thunder.

Yan Zhaoge walked to him in a hurry and looked at Yang Zhaozhen with a smile, and then he gave him another palm.

Yang Zhaozhen's eyes were split, but he was unable to dodge. He gave Yan Zhaoge a blow and flew out again, falling into the gate of the Dragon Hall.

The door slammed shut, and a violent shock soon came.

After Yan Zhaoge slapped Yang Zhaozhen into the Qunlong Hall, he did not rush in, but turned to look at other great Xuan Dynasty martial artists.

Originally, after the initial shock, the warriors of the Great Xuan Dynasty rushed subconsciously to support Yang Zhaozhen and siege Yan Zhaoge together.

However, the situation changed rapidly, and the appearance of the Dragon Hall, directly restrained and suppressed Yang Zhaozhen.

Among these great Xuan Dynasty martial artists, there are many strong masters in the realm of great masters.

But at the moment, Yan Zhaoge's sight was swept away, and they all felt cold all over, even feeling numb.

Seeing that Wu Sheng Yang Zhaozhen, who only guards the Luan Xiangzhou alone on weekdays, is not Yan Zhaoge's opponent, a group of great Xuan Dynasty martial artists felt the body trembling irrepressibly.

Yan Zhaoge robe's sleeves flicked. In the cuffs, thousands of green light dragons roared out and swept the world instantly!

All the green dragons crossed the heavens and the earth, sweeping all the great Xuan Dynasty martial artists.

The sensational sword light made the entire Laofeng City immersed in a cold.

Not only the warriors of the Great Xuan Dynasty, but also the old Wei family who came with Wei Yunsheng, were also slaughtered by Yan Zhaoge's sword light!

As the robe sleeves rolled, Jianguang converged, and Yan Zhaoge walked slowly into the dragon palace.

As soon as he entered the temple, there was a tremendous amount of fire rising in front of him.

In the sea of ​​fire, Yang Zhaozhen's face sank like water, staring at Yan Zhaoge.

At this moment, it was already the situation of death. Yang Zhaozhen also gave up all the thoughts of escape and tried his best to kill Yan Zhaoge.

He now has to go one way forward, either killing the day of birth, or dying without a burial place!

In the turquoise fire, the golden light rose, and a Dapeng flew out, rushing to Yan Zhaoge.

Seven bird treasure gun, Dapeng treasure gun!

It's not as flexible as the white crane treasure gun, but it is faster, more violent, and more violent!

Dapeng spread his wings, and the edges of the golden wings set off the blue flames, overwhelming!

Yan Zhaoge shook his head, stretched out his palm again, and returned the mark.

The blue flame extinguished instantly, Dapeng wailed, the golden light in the dragon palace burst, a little light fluttered, as if countless bird feathers were scattered everywhere.

Surrounding the ice sea, all the ice dragons roared, and surrounded by the dragon spirit of the dragon palace, they strengthened and flourished.

Yan Zhaoge, dressed in Aohan Camouflage, stretched out a hand and directly held the gun barrel of Yang Zhaozhen's Wu Yu Tu Jin.

The gun front is right in front of Yan Zhaoge. Yan Zhaoge can even feel the sharp edge of Ling Yun's coldness and anxiety.

But the gun barrel that was caught was firmly in place, and it was difficult to move anymore.

Yan Zhaoge calmly looked at Wu Yutu's golden spear front in front of him and Yang Zhaozhen, who was close to himself, and smiled slightly.

The Aohan Wuyi instantly turned into an ice dragon, wrapped around Yan Zhaoge's arm and wrapped around the Wuyu Tu Jin.

A magnificent glory lit up on the barrel of the gun, and in the glory, a black feather Dapeng fluttered its wings, and the majestic force set off a raging storm.

But by the ice dragon, the glory dimmed instantly.

A flash of gold flashed on the surface of the black lance, a layer of frost had condensed.

With a wave of Yan Zhao singer, Wu Yu's golden torch flew out of Yang Zhaozhen's hand, but landed with Aohan Wuyi together.

The two sacred soldiers were full of spirituality and majestic power. They were entangled at the moment, even if they had no masters, they were also turned upside down in the dragon palace.

But Yang Zhaozhen appeared desperate.

With the Aohan Wuyi falling the Wuyu Tu Jin, Yan Zhaoge did not stop, but continued to slap Yang Zhaozhen!

The world in Yang Zhaozhen's eyes seemed to be closed into a line at this moment.

Then in a line where the limit of heaven and earth is blurry, squeeze out a palm and turn the room between them, growing bigger and bigger, as if replacing the existence of heaven and earth, everything disappears in the world, only this palm!

There is no light in the sun and moon, like an ancient mountain, lifted by the god of the world, and then smashed to the top of Yang Zhaozhen's head!