History’s Strongest Senior Brother

"Brother Dao must make mistakes again and again." Yang Di sighed, while holding up the lamp in the mirror with one hand, and grabbed the halberd with the other hand.

Yingdu Halberd didn't even want to talk to him, and the tail of the euphorbia slammed into the palm of Yang Di.

The Yang Emperor's palm was changing, the light and shadow were interlaced, and the palm of his hand was radiant, and he even rushed out a fiery red pole.

The long pole looks exactly the same as the tail of the Phantom Halberd, and even the strength and mood are poor.

Under the collision, both bodies vibrated together.

Yang Di's palms retracted, and the fiery red pole and the light in his hands dispersed at the same time.

After the light disappeared, there was a trace of burns in his palm.

The same is the true inheritance of Daomen, and the faint halberd has been used for thousands of years. Although others have suppressed the waste in the dragon tomb for a lot of time, it is still much older than the Great Emperor Zhuoyang.

The Great Emperor Zhuyang was not discouraged either. He held the lamp in the mirror with the other hand, and the candlelight reflected in the ancient mirror shook violently.

Then a stream of milky white flames flew out of it and fell to the halberd.

Ying Duo halved back, and the crimson flame broke through the milky fire.

But at this moment, under the shaking of the candlelight in the ancient mirror, the red Fangtian painted halberd was reflected, and then broke out of the mirror, and again touched the halberd.

Yang Di's eyes were solemn, his own fairy gas rolled down, combined with the lamp in the mirror.

He practiced the biography of the true monarch of the Qingxu morality, and at the same time he also served as the mystery of the many scholars of the Qingxu moral monastery, the Fantianshu, the Yinyangyangshu, the Senluo Vientiane Heavenly Shu.

From this, a method of turning a mirror into a serenity and a candle-burning universe is endless, and the changes are endless and graceful.

The power conception of the lamp in the mirror of its fairy soldiers is in the same vein.

Now he himself urged this unique skill. Under the combination of the two, the power of the reflection in the mirror seemed to be completely inferior to the real halberd.

The two sides touched each other.

On the contrary, little flames of milky white color flew out continuously, and flew towards the real halberd.

This flame seemed to be light and flimsy, without any harm.

But Yingdu Halo clearly knows the destructive power of it. It can't be avoided, and it's not covered, and the true immortals of the authentic origin of Sanqing will not be better.

What's more, a finger without warning, as if crossing the boundary of time and space, appears so abruptly on the side of the halberd.

Congenital Five Tais, God's Finger in the Beginning!

Emperor in black!

The surface of the halberd was stunned, and the flame suddenly converged.

In the void, there is only one carved dragon pattern, and the red body of Fang Tian draws a halberd.

On the surface of the euphorbia, a little streamer flashed past.

This glory finally fell on the tip of the euphorbia.

Then the halberd crossed a graceful arc in the air.

At this moment, he was no longer as violent as before.

Its movement can no longer be defined by rigidity or softness, nor is it simply a combination of rigidity and softness.

But beyond it, crossed a fiery red curve, first flicked the entanglement of the lamp in the mirror, and then avoided the white candlelight fire and rain, and finally pointed at the fingertip of the black emperor's index finger.

Both figures were shocked at the same time, and each bounced back.

And after bouncing off, the Phantom Halberd once again traversed the graceful trajectory, and it almost passed the mirror light of the subsequent pursuit of Yang Di.

With the help of this explosion, the Phantom Halberd quickly traveled through time and space and walked towards the other side.

His goal is another true immortal emperor from Xianting.

There are a total of six strong courtesans here.

Five of them joined forces to set up battle fronts, communicate with each other, draw on each other's strength, and echo each other with a battle position.

The remaining one is empty.

It was the first woman who shot the silver and white Xiaguang to intercept the way to the halberd.

Seeing Ying Duoji rushed towards herself, the woman sneered: "Take me as a soft persimmon?"

"You laymen are always proud of the little profit in front of your eyes and complacent. There is no one in your eyes, but you have to know that nothing is absolute!"

She was suddenly short, letting Yingying halberd sharp, and then punching the halberd body of Yingying halberd from the side.

The silver light on his fist shines like a bright silver spear.

Using boxing techniques to display the marksmanship, horizontal interception, directly hit the middle of the waist of the halberd, hitting his fulcrum, his vision is not poisonous!

The flash of the halberd flashed, the red flame inside exploded, forming a rolling wave, which made the woman's fist slow.

But Ying Fu's progress was a little slower.

He turned sharply and slashed towards the opponent.

"I'm afraid you won't do it!" The woman did not evade this time. She used her fist as a gun and went straight up and down, fighting hard with Yingdu Halberd!

When the two sides collided, they all shook back together.

The woman looked down at her hand, there was a red mark on it, but no blood was seen.

The pure killing weapon such as the halberd halberd, the materials used in refining, regardless of the characteristics of the side, in terms of hard sharpness, it will certainly surpass the fairy soldiers in the mirror lamp, the Sitai Congenital Banner and so on.

The woman shook her fist hardly, just like a mortal used her flesh and blood to resist the cold sword and halberd.

"It's just that," she sneered.

The Yingdu Halberd, who had just continuously hard-worked with the lamp in the mirror of the Xianbing in hand, the Emperor Zhuyang and the Emperor in Black, had not been able to soothe at a stretch, and it was already the end of the crossbow.

However, he did not care about the other party on this issue, but just asked calmly: "What do you call it?"

The woman said indifferently: "Xian Ting Ruan Mingyan, Emperor Han Lei, dipped in the incense of Yuan Gong, Square Ruler, Purple Plain, Jade Edition, Gao Zhen's Five Party Fairyland."

Ying Duoxi nodded: "You really can't be the same as other outside warriors. Over the years, like you, even better than you. I have seen the genius who was delayed."

"It is a pity that you are all talented."

Emperor Yang and Jinyi in black did not change their expressions, and were unconcerned about the conversation between Ying Duo and the woman.

Ruan Mingyan said coldly: "The big words are not ashamed, as you do not know the advance and retreat, do not know the life and death, there is no need to refining and refining, destruction is your only destination."

"I have heard that you died once in the past, and Gouyan regenerates as a weapon to rebirth before he lives until now. Today, it will be your second day of death."

While she was talking, the other five emperors of Xianting attacked together.

The five true immortals did not come from the same discipline, and each practiced different martial arts.

But at the moment, under the impetus of the battle front, the martial arts conception of each other is divided into five elements, and the momentum is through, and the flow is endless.

In this way, the immortal qi of the unrelated families are subtly united as if they are all in one.

The power of terror attacks the halberd from five directions.

The halberd responded calmly, recruiting a series of hits, one hit faster than one hit, looking specifically for the subtle gaps when the opponent's formation was running, to crack the opponent's killing trick.

But at this time, Yang Di and Jin Yi in black have attacked again.

"Brother Dao, you have no chance to win. Leave with the poor." Yang Di still had to persuade.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

Because he felt that there was a distance in the distance, and there was a sudden wave of fluctuation between the ruins of the heavenly palace.