History’s Strongest Senior Brother

It's fiery like fire, but it's full of vitality.

The strong breath made everyone present almost suffocated and had hallucinations in front of him.

As if in a boundless blaze, a sycamore tree stood in the sky, and the sound of Fengyue from Qingyue came from the top of the tree.

Then I saw that the sycamore tree would fall from the sky and land on the top of Haoling Mountain.

Although there is no word, everyone already knows who is coming.

The elders of Qitong, Wutongpo, Fengyi Mountain, Wusheng Jiuzhong, the strong state of the late Xianqiao, Zhang Shuren, "Baowu Zhenyue".

All the martial artists in the south felt happy.

I heard Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Zhen talking before, although I already knew that Zhang Shuren was coming.

But hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Even if Zhao Zhen did not bluff, Zhang Shuren was really coming, but if he arrived late, the people here might have already died under the Yan Zhao singer.

And now, Zhang Shuren has really appeared, let all the southern martial arts eat a pill.

Yan Zhaoge naturally felt Zhang Shuren's approach.

Among all the people present, he first discovered Zhang Shuren, even earlier than Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhen.

Regarding the arrival of the Wusheng Nine Heavyweights, Yan Zhaoge's reaction was that after cutting off Zhao Zhen's handwriting with a sword, there was no stagnation and another sword.

With both hands exhausted, the swordsmanship was broken, and Zhao Zhen, who had his body protector collapsed, could only watch Yan Zhaoge's sword front reach him.

A low drink came from the sky, and a blaze of fire quickly fell.

The goal of this firelight is not Yan Zhaoge, but Zhao Zhen.

In the blazing flames, a ray of white gas emerged, guiding Zhao Zhen's vitality and leading him to escape to life.

But Yan Zhaoge's other hand stretched out, his index finger and thumb closed in the air, and pinched toward the middle.

That implied vitality of Yinde Baiqi was suddenly cut off, and Zhao Zhen's life was completely cut off.

Yun Zhuantianguang sword sword edge, Guanghua turned, a good head, flying straight into the sky.

The head rose to a high point, and then fell down, flipped between the rooms, revealing a deadly face.

One of the few masters in the eastern part of the Yantian Realm in the South, Wusheng Yazhong, a mid-level strong player in Xianqiao, Zhao Zhen, the "Purple Tide Swordsman" who dominates the Tongming Sea, died today under the sword of Yan Zhaoge!

Seeing this scene, the southern warriors who had just settled down shook their hearts.

The people retreated subconsciously, and the sycamore tree that fell from the sky and spread in the flames could not drive away their chills.

Yuan Xiancheng saw Zhao Zhen killed, his face suddenly changed, and rushed forward.

But the powerful and overbearing sun mark smashed down and blocked Yuan Xiancheng steadily, so he could only watch Zhao Zhen's head in a strange place.

"Oh, it's funny?" Yan Zhaoge turned around as if nothing had happened, looking at Yuan Xiancheng.

However, Yuan Xiancheng, who was reborn in Nirvana, is different from the previous one.

In addition to the closed right eye, Yuan Xiancheng at the moment is no longer the same as the old drape.

His appearance now looked like a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s.

Judging from the appearance of the five senses, the old man's appearance can be seen vaguely, but suddenly he is much younger.

When he was first reborn in Nirvana, his appearance did not change.

This time he sacrificed the avatar he had made with his right eye to rebirth, but it changed Yuan Xiancheng's appearance, as if rejuvenating.

It just looks like returning to the time when he was in his prime, but Yuan Xiancheng cultivated himself as a strength, a little bit darker.

It is still Wusheng Bazhong, the strong man in the middle stage of Xianqiao, is still arrogant, but in the true meaning of the four virtues, the thick soil of merit has become much thinner.

Reminiscing when Yuan Xiancheng had just shot, the two phoenixes in his eyes flew out, one with negative yin and white spirit, one with negative merit, Yan Zhaoge wondered: "If you blind your left eye, or force you to sacrifice your left In the third Nirvana rebirth, will you return to your youth? "

Yuan Xiancheng's true age is greater than that of Zhuang Shen's son, Zhuang Zhaohui, the "Princess of Phoenix".

But they are far smaller than Zhang Shuren and Bao Yi, who are "Baowu Zhenyue" and Peng He.

Of course, judging by the number of lives of ordinary people, Yuan Xiancheng must have been very old.

However, if calculated by the life span of Xianqiao Wusheng, Yuan Xian's achievements are extremely young.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is youth.

He used to look old, but now it seems to be related to his refining his double pupils for Phoenix.

The Phoenix avatar refined from his right eye bears a thick soil of merit, while the Phoenix avatar refined from his left eye bears Yinde Baiqi.

Taking advantage of this, Yuan Xiancheng had earlier needed to practise Ford Ziguang and Shengde Water Waves, so that he could see the Divine Martial Saint level as early as possible, and then add four virtues.

Nowadays, Yuan Xiancheng has become more and more cultivating, and besides Fude and Shengde, he has begun to practice merit and Yin virtue.

With the help of two avatars, his accumulation will be thicker than other Wutong Po martial arts.

But before there is a real result, once a doppelganger disappears, his own strength will also be affected, falling a lot.

Losing the avatar of refining and cultivating in the right eye, his accomplishments on the thick soil of merit declined sharply.

If the avatar of the left eye refining also disappeared, then Yinde Baiqi would also be greatly damaged.

Yuan Xiancheng closed his right eye, and stared at the left eye staring at Zhao Zhenyan, who just killed Zhao Zhenyan.

At the same time, an old man descended from the sky and appeared beside Yuan Xiancheng.

The southern martial arts people all recognized that this old man was Wu Tongpo Su Lao, Zhang Shuren, "Baowu Zhenyue".

"Isn't even even Xiancheng your opponent?" Zhang Shuren looked at Yan Zhaoge seriously.

Yan Zhaoge spread his palms: "Bullying the bully, bullying the widow, these are not true to the virtues of the virtue, and besieging me with other people, the power he can personally exert is actually weaker than one person, but he is alone It ’s true that it ’s not my opponent. ”

"Southeast Cao, I'm afraid I didn't see through your potential and strength." Zhang Shuren didn't have a lot of trouble, and turned to say: "Lao Chuan received a message from Brother Peng, you returned from the void outside the realm to the upper realm, and the place you were before Many people entered the door. "

Zhang Shuren stared at Yan Zhaoge and asked slowly, "How are they?"

"It's all dead inside." Yan Zhaoge replied calmly: "If you want to count it, it's all about me. Zhuang Zhaohui is my own beheading."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Shuren raised his hand: "That's the case, and let the old look at what's so outstanding about you."

It is different from Wutongpo Fengfeng Mountain where other people major in knife repairing.

Zhang Shuren is good at mastering the technique.

Its original phoenix palm is the first of its kind to add another unique skill to the inheritance of Wutongpo in Fengyi Mountain.

As Zhang Shuren's palm lifted up, the huge sycamore tree stood up to the ground, turning into substance, while showing strong vitality, but also brought a suffocating sense of oppression.

All the space under the range of sycamore branches and leaves is swallowed up by fire and turned into nothingness!