History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Zhao Zhen was leaving, but Yan Zhaoge didn't plan to let him go and immediately caught up.

Jianguang together, as if a river of time runs through the void, blurring the boundary between time and space.

The purple sea sword tactics of the purple tide sword school are magnificent, both offensive and defensive, but they are not good at speed.

Yan Zhaoge's figure and Yunzhuan Tianguang sword unite, swords into the long river, and quickly chases behind Zhao Zhen.

When the Sun Seal fell, Zhao Zhen avoided it and could only pull out the Purple Sea Sword again.

He shot this time, still taking a defensive position, trying to deal with Yan Zhaoge.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen's approach was similar to that of Yuan Xiancheng, Yan Zhaoge's eyes moved again and he said, "Who are you waiting for?"

Zhao Zhen heard his words, and his heart tightened.

There was an expression of anxiety and helplessness on his face before gradually dispersing and regaining his composure.

"Let me guess, the person chasing behind me should not be so fast." Yan Zhaoge said: "Since this is the case, it is the person who was waiting in front of you like you."

"Could it be that 'Baowu Zhenyue' Zhang Shuren has left Fangyuan Mountain, is he here?"

Yan Zhaoge asked casually, Zhao Zhen did not answer, but the sword became more stable, and the needle was hidden in the cotton.

The other southern martial arts listened, but they were all energized.

"Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren, Elder Wuqi Mountain Elder, Wu Shengjiu, and the powerful state of the late Xianqiao.

The entire southern Yantian Realm, one of the strongest people under the Southern Supreme, is also a top master for many years in the world.

Nowadays, the most powerful warrior in the eastern part of Yantian Realm in the south is the principal of Wutongpo, Fengyi Mountain.

"Feng Tong" Yuan Xiancheng had to bow his head in front of him, regardless of strength or seniority.

Yan Zhaoge looked to Zhao Zhen: "Do you want to drag me here and wait for Zhang Shuren to come over?"

"It's better not to come to Zhang Baowu, we will solve you." Zhao Zhen finally spoke again at this time: "It just seems that it doesn't work now."

Fang Cai, he did have a retreat, and called Yuan Xiancheng to evacuate together.

Qingshan was left without worrying about firewood.

However, Yuan Xiancheng told him one thing and made Zhao Zhen change his mind eventually.

Although there is no basis, Zhao Zhen chose to believe Yuan Xiancheng.

At this moment, he looked up and down Yan Zhaoge with a very strange look: "Now, I really believe that you had defeated and chased down the rumors of Wusheng in the middle of Xianqiao when you were in the southeast Huanghai.

"There are people like you in the world, like you, the red lotus under your knees under the emperor Miaofeifeng Jin's knees is not comparable."

Zhao Zhen said with amazement: "You are the first person of the young generation that has risen in the upper realm in recent years."

"Wu Tongpo said that it is a coincidence that you got the sun seal from one side of the lower realm, but I really doubt that you are indeed the sun shining on the sun."

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "Wu Tongpo is right, I really just got the sun mark by chance."

He spoke in his mouth, but his hands were not slow, and a sword fell, slashing through the purple sea.

"The clichés don't need to delay the time." Yan Zhaoge said lightly: "Zhang Shuren came over and let him come over. I didn't plan to avoid it, so I was waiting for him here in Haolingshan.

"However, I can naturally wait for him, if you can wait, it is not necessary."

The sad purple-red sword is overwhelming, making Zhao Zhen unable to parry.

He is unavoidable at this moment and can only resist.

"We can't wait, it doesn't matter." Zhao Zhen said in a deep voice: "Just leave you alone."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Zhen and understood its meaning.

Zhao Zhen came to the Xuanning Mountains to help his fist this time. On the one hand, he sold Wutongpo's face, on the one hand, for his personal friendship with Yuan Xiancheng.

Normally, he is selling Wutongpo's face, not selling his life to Wutongpo, and he doesn't need to fight desperately.

He is the first strongman of Tongminghai, and the Zichao Sword School is the first force of Tongminghai.

But if he falls here along with the Purple Sea Sword, the strength of the Purple Tide Sword will drop greatly.

Although it is still a top force in Tongminghai, it is impossible to continue to occupy the throne.

It may even face the siege of Tongminghai's other forces.

It was like the Great Xuan Dynasty of the Emperor Lihai in the southeast Yangtian.

At the first glance, Zhao Zhen stayed dead and frightened.

But if it was Yan Zhaoge, he would choose the same.

If Zhao Zhen died here in battle, Wutongpo will certainly not ignore the situation in Tongminghai, and the Zichao Sword School will be clearly supported by Wutongpo, and his prestige will not fall.

And if Yan Zhaoge is allowed to flee, Zhao Zhen will not survive even if he returns to the Minghai alive.

Because, Yan Zhaoge in front of him, made him sleepy and sleepy!

Now Yan Zhaoge has not been on the Xianqiao, it is already so terrifying.

If you let the tiger return to the mountain today, and later Yan Zhaoge will make a comeback, how can the Purple Tide Sword School resist it?

It is Wutongpo who takes care of it, and I am afraid that it cannot be guaranteed.

He now has only one way to go to the black, only to gather the power of the strong men in the eastern Yantian Realm in the south, and leave Yan Zhaoge here forever!

"It's a good idea, but ..." Yan Zhaoge's sword fell, and Yunzhuan Tianguang Sword slid across the blade of the Purple Sea Sword, cutting Zhao Zhen's finger.

If you don't abandon the sword, just break your finger!

Zhao Zhen seemed silent and not astonishing, but at the moment he made up his mind, but he was extremely stiff.

Yan Zhaoge's sword edge was cut off, and Zhao Zhen did not let go, but pushed forward the Purple Sea Sword in his hand and also cut Yan Zhaoge's finger.

Yunzhuantianguang sword is faster and blood shines, directly cutting off the finger of Zhao Zhen's right hand.

Zhao Zhen's face did not change color, and he was prepared for it. His left hand was connected with lightning, holding the handle of the Zihai sword, and continued to slide forward.

"Good!" Yan Zhaoge praised softly, shaking his wrist.

On the Yunzhu Tianguang Sword, Zihong Limang converged, giving birth to a pliable force, and bouncing the Zihaijian slightly.

Jian Feng did not touch the fingers of Yan Zhaoge by a few centimetres.

At the next moment, Yan Zhaoge shook the cloud and turned to the sword of light, Zhirou re-emerged to the top, with a sharp edge and another sword.

Zhao Zhen couldn't change much, at this moment the left hand holding the sword was directly cut off by Yan Zhaoge!

On the other side, in the flames, the sound of Fengming sounded again.

Yuan Xiancheng was born again.

However, this time, his right eye was closed, only the Phoenix light and shadow in his left eye fluttered.

Even so, being able to escape from death and rebirth Nirvana is naturally a matter of great joy.

But the joy of vivid vitality is full of sadness at the moment.

After the rebirth of Yuan Xiancheng Nirvana, the first picture in the eye is that Zhao Zhen was severed by Yan Zhaoge's arm!

But at this moment, Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhen, who were originally bleak in expression, appeared happy on their faces at the same time.

A strong breath suddenly came from afar.

Fangyuan Mountain from the east.

That breath belongs to Wusheng Jiuzhong, a powerful player in the late stage of Xianqiao!