History’s Strongest Senior Brother

"Yuan Keng's side? Not necessarily." Yan Zhaoge came to He Mian in an instant: "The last time Yan left the words behind your disciples, it was left to you and your master His Majesty Yundi. Ever? "

"It's just that it's not as close as it is now."

During the speech, Yan Zhaoge reached out and grabbed the Xuanxiao Purple Gold Furnace, and immediately fixed He Mian's retreating form.

"I haven't handed it, naturally it's the side of Yuan Keng." He Mian's eyes were pan-gold, and Chi Mang flew out of his eyes directly.

As if there was no time interval, Chihong Jianguang instantly reached Yan Zhaoge.

As soon as He Mian's sword came out, Jian Guang was endless.

He was faster than a sword, red light flashed in all areas and corners of the void, flying around.

Tens of millions of sword lights slashed to Yan Zhaoge at the same time.

"Supreme saints are of no use to you, but if it is a sword that you personally sacrifice, it is more or less better than empty hands." Yan Zhaoge said indifferently: "Pull the sword, I will use it with you empty hands." Sword, not to despise you. "

He grabbed the Xuanxiao Purple Gold Furnace in one hand, and raised it with the other, striking forward with a simple punch.

In an instant, Yan Zhaoge's fists were everywhere in every corner of the void universe!

At the moment when the red crimson sword light just lighted up, an iron fist fell and wiped out the sword light.

As soon as countless sword swordsmen lighted up, countless fists shot down, making it extinct before they could bloom.

Before it really started, it was over to see the end.

He Mian's attainments in the immortal sword sutra are extremely advanced, and the sword cuts through time and space.

He is full of sword light, no matter when, no matter where his opponent is, he can't escape, no matter how fast, he can't avoid it.

However, Yan Zhaoge's fist always comes first, as if he had been waiting there in advance, waiting for He Mian's Jianguang to appear, and then before he really took off, he broke one punch!

Immortal swords ignore the limitations of space, and beyond time, it is almost impossible to be faster.

But Yan Zhaoge's fist seemed to blur the concept of time at this moment, and punched from a higher level.

It seems that before the beginning of time and space, it seems that the end of all time and space is ready for work.

At the moment, He Mian felt as if he had pulled his sword out of the sheath. As soon as he reached halfway, someone punched him on the hilt, dropped the long sword that had just pulled out half of the blade, and hit it back into the sheath .

Severing time and space, the fastest sword in the world can no longer be defined by half of the speed. At this moment, it was beaten and unable to draw the sword!

"... Congenital Five Tais, too easy!" He Mian snorted, and Chimang was more prosperous in his eyes.

He finally let go of the Xuanxiao Purple Gold Furnace.

But it did not mean to retreat and walk away.

The young figure of the robe circulated in the hood twirled in mid-air, and in the sky of the red sword light, the green manga appeared.

The green and red sword light shone in the void, and finally avoided Yan Zhaoge's fist of Taiyi.

In addition to being trapped in the Immortal Sword Classic, He Mian practiced the Zhuxian Sword Classic!

The Zhuxian sword, the head of the four swords of the Lingbao, breaks all methods with one sword and destroys the heavens and the earth!

Although it was impossible to break Yan Zhaoge's fist of fist, Qingmang resisted Yan Zhaoge's fist everywhere, making time reappear.

Between the river and the galloping, red light flew all over the place, as if the dragon entered the sea, the tiger returned to the mountain, and was finally liberated.

"Okay, not only the sword of Zhuxian, but also the swords of Zhuxian and Xianxie can be brought out together. Sure enough, there are no empty soldiers under the famous name." Yan Zhaoge lamented.

Zhuxian sword in the Qing Dynasty, Yuqing opened the book, all are not easy to practice.

The warrior's talent is not enough, not only a problem of inability to practice, but even his own soul will be torn apart, and his life is in danger.

He Mian succeeded in building Zhu Xianjian, and he could make both Zhu Xianjian and Xianxian both come out together. With this one move, he is worthy of the name of Tianjiao.

He didn't have a proud look on his face, but was full of solemnity and concentration.

With the introduction of the sword tactics, there are countless crimson sword lights, criss-crossed, integrated into beams, and connected into pieces, instantly turning into a huge sword array!

When the sword array appeared, Yan Zhaoge was already surrounded.

The entire sword array is running, and instantly destroys the time and space of this corner of the universe in the hall of the Dan Temple into nothingness!

"I have heard that the Grey Spirit Valley is a vein, the combination of swordsmanship and array art, and the mystery is endless. When I see it today, I am not prestigious."

Yan Zhaoge's voice rang, and then there was the power of Peiran Moyu's horror, erupting from the Chihong sword formation.

Twelve light wheels circled behind Yan Zhaoge, and he punched out. The light of the chaotic light shook between the dark and the dark, and there was only endless light.

Then the light shattered and the road collapsed!

A violent and violently shattered big bright fist, exploded from the inside, and the terror force swept outward, blocking the internal encirclement and suppression of He Mianjian, and breaking the entire sword array!

Yan Zhaoge's fist, still unhurried, unshakable, fought towards He Mian.

He Mian's eyes were so serious that he squeezed the sword tactics with his left hand and set it on his chest, while the two fingers of his right hand stood like a sword and pointed forward.

Between the flashes of red light, the green mangoes reappeared.

In addition, there is also a black sword spirit, like silk thread, wrapped around it.

Kill the fairy sword!

The four swords of Lingbao, He Mian not only cultivated Zhuxian sword and Xianxian sword, but even cultivated Xianxian sword.

Moreover, he can not only make two swords out, but also make three swords out.

The three swords of strangulation, killing, and trapping emerged together, and there was boundless anger in the air. The heaven and earth seemed to be coming to an end, turning into a dead place!

"No wonder, no wonder ..." Yan Zhaoge kept the punching posture unchanged: "No wonder you have always kept the name of 'Eight Heavenly Supreme', there is indeed a bit of anxiety to remember fighting with Dragon Master Uncle again."

His fist suddenly changed again.

Crimson sword light emerged, the luster turned dark, and turned into dark red, more fierce.

Yan Zhaoge's fist seemed to be coated with a dark red.

Between the fist and the fist, there was also the sword intention trapped in the fairy sword.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of black sword spirit appeared, and it was as dense as a silk thread wrapped around Yan Zhaoge's arm.

A thread cut through the void, as if the vitality of countless lives was cut off.

At the moment, countless black lines criss-cross and crisscross.

Finally, in addition to the black line and the red light, more blue swords and awns emerged, which were unstoppable and unfavorable.

Qingmang resembles that of dingding and decomposing cattle, cutting and decomposing all the truths in the world so that they no longer exist.

He Mang's eyes rose sharply in his eyes, revealing a shock.

Between Yan Zhaoge's punches, the sword's meaning is implied, making it hard to tell that punches are swords.

And with his blow, it was also the three swords of Lingbao!

"However, no matter whether you will fight against Dragon Master Uncle, after today, your name of" Eight Heavenly Supreme "will be changed to" Evenly Seven Heavens. "

Zhuxian vs. Zhuxian, Xianxian vs. Xianxian, Xianxian vs. Xianxian.

Three Swords vs. Three Swords, Yan Zhaoge forcibly settled He Mian's sword-like storm like the end of the world.

Then, with the aura intertwined, his fists seemed to be like axe, not axe, like a streamer and a streamer, breaking the storm before him.

Yan Zhaoge's fist fell on He Mian's heart, passed on the super-clear heir to Tianjiao, and directly flew out!