History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The injury of the sky wall was violently shaken, and several figures appeared faintly in the glory formed by the force of the boundary squeezing each other.

When they rushed out of Tianbi's injury, they saw the first one, but it was King Xuanmu.

It's just that the contemporary master of the Great Xuan Dynasty is described as extremely embarrassed at the moment.

The crown on his head was completely broken, his hair was scattered, and there was a tragic wound on his left shoulder and right abdomen, bloody.

There was a red scar on his forehead, and blood ran down his forehead, staining his half cheek.

Behind King Xuanmu, he followed a few great Xuan Wang dynasty warriors who had followed him to the Eighth Great World.

It was just that there were thousands of troops at the time of the trip. When I came back, there were only a few people left.

Everyone's face even had a lingering expression on their faces, and they were rushing to get out of the sky wall behind them, as if there was a ruin of destruction.

"What kind of world is the Eight Greatest Worlds? In addition to the two fathers and sons Yan Zhaoge, there are actually powerful people!"

"Are they really people born and raised in the lower realm? Wouldn't it be a force of the upper realm, stationed there?"

"The monsters are endless, and they are incredible!"

At this moment, the Daxuan Dynasty fighters who could return to the upper realm through the wounds of the sky wall coincided and came up with the same idea.

Fortunately, the other party cannot catch up!

It ’s great to have this sky wall injury, and the heaven and earth barrier between the upper and lower realms!

No one dared to say this, so it would be too weak, increase the morale of his opponent, and extinguish his own prestige.

But everyone thought so.

And, this idea, circling in their minds for a long time, can not be dissipated.

Everyone in the Daxuan dynasty was mourning, but the Xuanmu king himself also looked ashamed.

The imperial conscription and the lower bound came, and the result was that he was seriously injured and almost died below!

Yes, yes, his cultivation practice was suppressed to the realm of Wu Sheng San by the power of heaven and earth.

But Rao is so. His strength is also triple than that of the real Wu Sheng. In the later stage of the unity, the real warrior is much stronger.

But his opponent is stronger than him.

That kind of knife like the king came to the world, let Xuanmu King, who has been sitting in Huangjihai for many years, even had an illusion.

The other party is supreme, and he can only submit.

He wanted to crush this illusion, but it turned out that this feeling was right!

His dignity did not allow him to lose, but the fact is that he only hesitated a little and did not release the ban soaring in time.

He broke free from the Eight Greatest World in time and ascended to the upper bound of the realm of the world, which barely avoided the strongest sword.

The horrible blade still shattered his crown, leaving scars on his forehead.

Slower, his whole head will be split with that knife!

The Daxuan dynasty had already suffered a lot from Yan Zhao singers, but the people who directly confronted Yan Zhaoge and formed a life and death feud were mostly characters in Ten Swords of Ascension.

Before Xuanmu King, he was somewhat hostile to Yan Zhaoge, but he still appreciated a bit.

But this time he personally entered the world of the Eight Greatest Kingdoms, and he returned home. He was still alive, and the mood of King Xuan Mu could not be relieved.

Unprecedented depression and resentment.

"Shang Wang, we ..." asked a great Xuan Dynasty martial artist.

King Xuan Mu's face was calm, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

After breaking away from Tianbi's injury and returning to the upper bound of the realm, his cultivation strength immediately recovered.

The cutting edge of the body that had been bleeding unceasingly was gradually closed at this time, no longer bleeding.

At the wound, the arrogant knife gas is still raging, but returning to the upper realm, he can finally suppress it and expel it, so that he will not continue to cause damage.

The strong in the Wusheng Realm, how powerful is the flesh, and how subtle is the control over oneself.

But in the Eight Greatest World, Xuanmu Wang couldn't even stop bleeding for himself!

Even now, although the injury has been temporarily suppressed and does not continue to deteriorate, the serious injury is still solid and can be recovered in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, King Xuan Mu's face was so dark that he could drip water.

He uttered a word and squeezed out of his teeth: "Back to Beijing, ready to fall into the sky!"

He went to Kangping, He Dongcheng and Gu Zhang for help.

Preparing to drop the treasure bag in the sky and bring the high-quality saint soldier Xuanwang gun to the Eight Great World, he must find this face in person.

The great Xuan Dynasty dynasty is like a cloud, and the four great dukes are all top-notch powerhouses.

This time he rushed to the Eight Greatest Worlds. He was not prepared enough. This time he went back and prepared properly, and was about to step down the lower bound of the variance that made him guilty.

A large number of great Xuan Dynasty martial artists heard the words, they were all revitalized.

"Son, don't even talk nonsense with them. If the Xuanwang Gun can come to the lower realm, then the ban will be liberated, and the world will be destroyed directly from the inside!"

Some people gritted their teeth and said, "That Yan Zhaoge's family clan, and the world he came from, turned into dust!"

Xuan Mu Wang did not express his position, and was hurt by Tianbi, and immediately shouted: "Where is Yao Hai ..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed greatly.

It's not because he couldn't see the warrior of the Great Xuan Dynasty who should have stayed outside the wound of Tianbi.

Instead, he felt that the connection between Xuanwang Gun and himself was broken!

When Xuanmu King looked at him, he saw the empty world, Yan Zhaoge stood on the void, a huge palace, suspended beside him.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xuanmu Wang and said with a smile: "Does Yao Hai mean him?"

Bei Ming's avatar stood next to Yan Zhaoge, picked up a corpse in his hand, and was still wearing a golden armor.

Looking at the huge blood hole on the forehead of the Golden Armored Warrior, and then looking at Yan Zhaoge with a smile on his face, King Xuan Mu only felt that his heart was rushing to the top of his head, which was difficult to suppress.

"Xuan Wang Gun ......" Xuan Mu Wang Ning Shen felt a careful feeling, and finally felt a trace of aura that was so weak that it was almost undetectable, stemming from the Xuan Wang Gun he was most familiar with.

And this fluctuation is clearly from the dragon palace beside Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "Are you still looking for something?"

King Xuan Mu's eyes were black, and he gave Chen Zhiliang a fierce look: "Does Jin Tingshan have to make an appointment?"

Chen Zhiliang frowned slightly, and before he could answer, he heard Xuanmu Wang Hansheng say: "Do you not kill Yan Zhaoge's son, what is the face of this king standing between his heavens and earth? Today is Jin Tingshan to help him, and this king is also absolutely No compromise!"

After all, he suddenly had a long spear in his palm, and the flames screamed to Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge said: "Yan's presence here has nothing to do with the door of the Southeastern Supreme Master. Don't defame the reputation of the Southeastern Supreme Master."

Beiming avatar turned into Kunpeng light and shadow, swallowed Yan Zhaoge's deity and Qunlong Temple together, fluttered its wings, and rushed to Jiuxiao.

Xuanmu King was chasing, but Beiming's doppelganger was too fast, and he could hardly bring the distance closer.

Looking at Xuanmu Wang's face was more angry, Yan Zhaoge laughed.

Kang Ping shot, he was not sure to leave him, let alone Xuan Mu Wang who had no Xuan Wang gun in his hand.

More importantly, King Xuanmu was covered with injuries at the moment, and his strength was greatly damaged.

If it were not for him to use the Sun Seal now, Yan Zhaoge wanted to touch the strong man of Wu Sheng Liuzhong Realm.

Seeing that he was smoky, but he couldn't help his own Xuanmu King, Yan Zhaoge waved at him, and he smiled.

"Have the ability, come and beat me."