History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhao singer held the sun to resist Pei Hua's palm.

He smiled and said: "Is this my baby, you are also very worried?"

Pei Hua looked at the Sun Seal and said slowly: "It was only at first glance that I wasn't sure yet. Now I can see it. Is this the Sun Seal?"

"Among your aliens, a former strong man named Sun Yat-sen Sun Sovereign owned."

Yan Zhaoge blinked: "Do you still know Sun Yasun Supreme?"

Pei Hua said indifferently: "I have heard about it and heard that its original teacher's history has some incense with my Haoyang Palace."

"I think the power conception contained in this Sun Seal is indeed somewhat similar to Haoyang Zhenjing."

"That being the case, this holy soldier has a real connection with my Haoyang Palace, and I deserve it."

Yan Zhaoge listened, and he smiled: "You plan to arrange so well, have you asked me this current owner?"

Pei Hua also smiled: "You will have converted to heaven and entered my Haoyang Palace to learn art."

In the laughter, the five fingers of his palm opened suddenly.

The moral conception is similar to that of the Sun God's Code, and it is inherited from the Youming Holy Church.

Jin Guangcancan's fist is like the coming of the sun, the glory is everywhere, everything is broken!

Faced with Pei Hua's Hao Ri Shen fist, Yan Zhaoge's expression was calm, and he quickly combed the original plan again, ready to meet the enemy.

But at this moment, the distance was empty, and suddenly shook.

The dark space broke apart, and then saw a long river, instantly crossing the void and passing in front of everyone.

Upon seeing this, Pei Hua couldn't help frowning: "Why did you come to the Wonderland?"

The comer is also a martial saint who is the most powerful fairy in the world.

That vast breath is not as strong and fierce as Pei Hua, but more thick and long.

The long river transformed by its true element is endless, traversing the universe as if it were a Tianhe.

"Tianhe Wudian?" Although Yan Zhaoge didn't know anyone, he quickly recognized the martial arts displayed by the other party.

Before the Great Destruction, there was a famous school, known as Tianhe School, and the disciples under the door were known for their majesty and trueness.

At the moment, a man in a green robe stood above the river. When he saw Pei Hua, he said anxiously: "You are the best here, so come and help ..."

Before the words fell, he saw the direction of Tianhe in the distance, and suddenly a figure appeared.

"How about two?"

As the indifferent voice sounded, a white sword gas appeared without struggling behind the Qingpao man.

The Qingpao man was frightened, rolled up the boundless Tianhe River, and faced the white sword spirit.

The white sword qi only has a slight ray, which looks like a cloud of smoke and is almost undetectable.

But as if cutting the cloth with a sharp blade, the white sword gas lightly stroked, and the vast Tianhe was cut off from the middle!

As if running through the long river of the void, it was directly cut apart by a ray of light white sword gas!

Pei Hua, Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting unanimously said: "... the ultimate fairy sword!"

A sword is everywhere, there is no aura, no dimples.

Only destruction, annihilation, killing, and ending will survive.

Mo said that the man in the green robe, separated by Yan Zhaoge and others from afar, saw a touch of white sword spirit, and there were illusions in front of him.

In the world, all things, no matter tangible or invisible, seem to perish due to this sword, marking the final period.

Yan Zhaoge practiced the Sword of Immortals by himself. At this moment, seeing this sword, you can be sure at first glance that this is the most authentic heirloom of the Qing Dynasty.

At the source of the Tianhe River in the distance, the figure seemed to have not moved, but it had already arrived nearby.

He stood there quietly, only a few steps away from the Qingpao man.

It seems that he has always stood in his present position and has never moved.

Yan Zhaoge, Fu Ting and Pei Hua looked closely, but they saw that it was a young man.

The white shirt is like snow, wearing a jade crown, and there is nothing else besides a blue steel sword.

The appearance of this teenager is only fifteen or six years old, but his real age is difficult to figure out.

Yan Zhaoge found that it was difficult for him to see clearly the other party's appearance.

Because when he looked at the teenager, his spirit would be slightly trance, as if he would lose consciousness.

It felt ... as if I were dead, my soul was out of my body.

But Yan Zhaoge can be sure that it is not that the other party's martial arts can confuse people's sanity.

It is an extremely fierce sword!

It was so sharp that someone looked at him and would be hurt.

Without even realizing it, he died under the sword!

In contrast, Lin Hanhua, who looks like a sword, is much more moderate.

At least, Lin Hanhua's fierceness can still be seen.

And the young man in front of him has just been hurt by his thoughts and movements!

Although the appearance looks young, this is obviously a master sword repair.

A martial art ten heavy, the top strong man in the supreme state of the world.

A supreme martial saint handed down from the Taoist Orthodox Sanqing.

Compared with Yan Zhaoge's personal contact with the southeastern supreme Cao Jie, who is also a sword repairer, the supreme martial saint who looks like a young man in white shirt in front of him will not say which one is stronger or weaker, but he is more aggressive and aggressive.

Pei Hua actually recognized the boy in white shirt: "Dragon Snow Silence ?!"

At the same time, Fu Ting said another name: "Zunjia is ... Qian Xuejing, the 'Little Sword God' of the past?"

Yan Zhaoge turned his head and asked, "Know?"

Fu Ting murmured to himself: "I don't know how it looks, but such a sharp sword, and the white dress and jade crown are dressed like a senior in the past. The senior was strangely missing, but he never thought that ... he was Warriors of the Qing Dynasty. "

The young boy in white shirt ignored Pei Hua and was not at all loyal to Fu Ting's title.

He glanced at him, biting, and finally stayed on Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting: "Why are you two here?"

Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed slightly: "You know Fu Ting, you know me ..."

"He's actually a surname ... Dragon?"

Although he was talking with Yan Zhaoge, the young man in white shirt didn't stop.

A sword cut off Tianhe, followed by another sword, and slashed at the Qingpao man.

The man in the green robe urged his top-ranking holy soldiers to parry.

However, a shocking scene happened.

The young man in white shirt directly cut off the opponent's top class soldiers!

Yan Zhaoge sees clearly.

The sword of the Qing Dynasty was a long sword, not to mention the Holy Soldier, not even the Spirit Soldier and the Bao Soldier. It was an ordinary blue steel sword, a common weapon that can be seen everywhere in the weapon shop of the mortal world.

The ability to cut off the Paladin is entirely due to its own cultivation.

Even more frightening is that a sword cut off the opponent's Paladin, and the sword continued to fall on the man in the green robe.

"How about opponents like you?" Said the white shirt boy indifferently. "It's a shame to the name of the Supreme."

The Qingpao man was desperate and wanted to struggle.

But with a sword, the body was directly cut into two pieces!