History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge stepped on the void and stood behind Qingshuzi.

He stretched out a hand, and his two fingers stood like a sword, his fingertip poked on Qingshuzi's temple.

Fierce Jianmang penetrated the brain, punched the head of Qing Shuzi, and rushed out of the temple on the other side.

This strong man at the pinnacle of Wu Sheng Jiu Zhong Realm was killed in the Yellow River Array of Jiuqu.

In the upper realm of the whole world, Qing Shuzi is recognized as the most promising master to reach the supreme realm of humanity in a short time.

With his age, he showed the potential that even the position of emperor can be expected.

Not only does the current strength win, but its great future is also on top of Peng He, Zhang Shuren, Guan Lide and others.

But life is impermanent, swords are blind, and today's World War I will return to dust and earth to earth. No matter how great the future is, it will be empty.

Yan Zhaoge watched Qing Shuzi lose his life and shook his head slightly as he fell down from the air.

His figure also fell, and the muddy yellow river below separated.

There, Zhang Shuren was suppressed by the Sun Seal and could only barely support it, but he could no longer push the Sun Seal.

He was constantly eroded by the Jiuqu Yellow River formation, and his cultivation strength continued to decline, and he became more and more powerless.

At this moment, it happened to see Qing Shuzi's body falling and falling into the water, and he could not help raising sadness and despair.

Immediately after that, Yan Zhaoge's face appeared.

"Unexpected, unexpected ..." Zhang Shuren was calm at the moment, but just shook his head again and again: "You killed Master Li Jin's nephew and helped Southeast Jinting Mountain to capture Wang Hui's nephew. It was a good thing that Zhaohui brought back Phoenix bones. No one thought that things would eventually develop to this result today. "

"This should only be more than six years in the past, less than seven years ..."

Yan Zhaoge is calmer, as if it were the same as Zhang Shuren ’s gossip: "Longer than that, it takes about three years or so. Yanmou is passing through a lower realm with a faster flow speed than the upper realm."

"For me, from the time you killed your disciples, until now, a total of about eleven or two years have passed."

Zhang Shuren sighed a long time: "Eleven or two years ... Haha, a good eleven or two years! Compared to you, I waited for an old man, and I really lived on a dog all my life."

"But you shouldn't be complacent. The green tree that just died in your hands often makes people feel so emotional."

The old man was rickety at this moment, becoming more and more overwhelmed.

But on his face, there was only indifference at the moment: "The killer kills everybody, and the strong one has the strong middle hand. You are stronger than us. You kill us, but there are always people who are stronger than you, and it depends on who died. on!"

The sun above turned into a glorious day, and on this dim yellow river nine tunes, all were dazzling.

But the blazing sunlight also turned into a flame of destruction, gradually engulfing Zhang Shuren's body.

Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "At least not you."

Zhang Shuren's body was engulfed by Huanghuang Day.

A clear phoenix sounded in the embers of flame, and a figure gradually reappeared.

Yan Zhaoge didn't take a closer look, but slapped it.

Nirvana, the strong man of Wutongpo in Fengyi Mountain, was born again. Under normal circumstances, after rebirth, the cultivation of human beings is generally the same as before rebirth.

But at this moment, he was reborn in the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, and the adverse effects previously suffered by the Jiuqu Yellow River Array still exist.

After the Nirvana, Zhang Shuren's cultivation ability was still being worn away, which was only about the level of himself in the state of Wusheng Qizhong.

Yan Zhaoge fell down, and Zhang Shuren's four virtues urged Wutong's palm, which was also difficult to resist.

This old man of Wutongpo, Fengyi Mountain, also followed in the footsteps of his fellow Peng He, and died in the Jiuqu Yellow River formation.

Cloudy winds and dark mist cover the sky, and only the turbid dark yellow river has rough waves.

The near-broken wind boat was completely disintegrated at this moment.

The wood fragments generated by the disintegration of the big ship floated on the river, but as the waves undulated, they gradually sank and were swallowed by the river.

Lan Dao Ren, Yuan Xiancheng, and other martial arts soldiers on the ship were groggy, and they were drowned along with the shipwreck by the Yellow River Jiuqu.

Yuan Xiancheng's Phoenix avatar, made with his left eye, also had a chance of Nirvana.

But at this moment, it will be meaningless.

Yan Zhaoge stepped on the turbulent waves and watched all this quietly.

A Hu, Xia Guang and Pan Pan appeared beside him, their expressions were different.

Xia Guang looked at Yan Zhaoge at the moment, in addition to envious yearning, a little more fanatic and awesome.

Panpan narrowed his body, lying on the side of Yan Zhaoge, and rubbed him.

Ahu learns what Yan Zhaoge looks like, and touches his chin while saying: "Seeing the god Wu Sheng killed three Wu Sheng Jiu Zhong realm of the Xianqiao later Wu Sheng, unique throughout the ages!"

"Son, you're really playing big this time. It's hard to move the world without a name."

Yan Zhaoge smiled, palms together on his chest, and then knotted together.

The breezes began to subside, and the dark fog disappeared.

The dim river began to recede, and Fangyuan Mountain world reappeared.

The current returned to the river, and the big river continued to run from north to south.

All previous changes seem to have never happened.

Seeing the sun again, Yan Zhaoge turned to look east.

There, the sword light turned on, and several figures appeared.

The headed person is an old woman with white hair and gray, and Yan Zhaoge is also familiar with it. It is the Jinting Mountain in the southeast Yangzhou, the Jinting Mountain, the Wusheng Jiuzhong, the late Xianqiao strong state, and the southeast Jianmu.

In Wutongpo, Zhang Shuren sits on the border of Fangyuan Mountain, adjacent to Huangjiahai, and Jinting Mountain naturally has strong men stationed.

Over the years, the old lady has been sitting in front of him most of the time.

Yan Zhaoge has a friendly relationship with Jin Tingshan and is familiar with Southeastern Jianmu.

Although the temperament is rigorous, Grandma Jian also appreciates Yan Zhaoge's talent, and is quite optimistic about this new young man.

But at this moment she was surprised when she saw Yan Zhaoge.

She was also always paying attention to the movements on Fang Yuanshan's side, and suddenly noticed that there was something wrong here, and hurried to check it out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the border, he saw the bleak clouds in front of him, the wind screamed, and he couldn't see the situation inside.

Zhang Shuren's Wutong Qifeng Formation is familiar to Southeastern Jianmu, but the situation in front of her makes her feel strange.

Trying to enter, but dizzy for a while, almost caught in it.

The remote and ancient name Jiuqu Yellow River Array emerged in his mind, and the southeast Jianmu couldn't help but be more surprised.

She was not sure about the situation in front of her. Who was responsible for the situation?

Finally, the formation was gradually dispersed.

Grandma Jian is also a decisive and resolute person, and directly leads people across the border to the ground of the southern Yantian Realm.

Who knows whether it's okay or not, at first glance, everyone is on the spot.

Only Yan Zhaoge seemed to be alright, smiling and arched his hands towards them: "Grandma, I haven't seen you for a long time."