History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Although the glorious sea of ​​clouds shattered and turned into a stream of light and scattered around, the brilliance quickly turned and crossed an arc in the void, just like a dragon, and turned to Yan Zhaoge to continue to fight.

"Oh, Meng Zhang Cang Yunlu." As soon as Yan Zhaoge touched the glorious sea of ​​clouds, he had a count.

Mengzhang is the Qinglong, the head of the four spirits, also known as Mengzhang Shenjun.

Just like Suzaku also called Lingguang Shenjun, this is the Taoist name for the Four Spirits.

Before the Great Destruction, there was a scholarly book called Lingguang Fei Xianshu.

In front of him, the martial arts studied by the Xianting Tianjun was called Mengzhang Cangyunlu, which explained the power conception of the former Mengzhang Divine Monarch.

The two sides have no connection with each other, only because they both figured out the images of the four spirits.

Before the Great Destruction, both of these unique skills were included in the Book Store of the Heavenly Palace.

Although Yan Zhaoge didn't practice this method before, but he also read it, so he recognized it immediately when he saw the opponent's action.

"Compared with Mengzhang Cangyunlu before the Great Destruction, there is still some development and progress. It is really rare for the martial arts who came from Xianting." Yan Zhaoge was surprised, and he also had some leisure time to experience changes in his opponent's martial arts.

Although admiring, Yan Zhao singer did not slow down, referring to the sword, and walked around for a week.

Qinglong bloody, purple red Limang suddenly spread all over the week.

The light dragons were immediately beheaded!

For a time, in the void, there were broken and broken dragon bodies.

The sorrowful dragon roar and bloody hostility permeated the Quartet universe, and this piece of universe seemed to turn into a bloody hell.

The light dragon was beheaded, and the broken dragon turned into countless light and light.

This time, these streams of light could not continue to differentiate, as if they were real creatures, and after being beheaded, they could no longer be resurrected.

The scattered light flow diffused, making everyone seem to be covered with a heavy fog of light, and the borders were nowhere to be seen.

In the mist, a figure of a middle-aged Taoist gradually emerged.

"This swordsmanship ..." The middle-aged Taoist stared at Yan Zhaoge, looking shocked.

"Oh, this is Yan's own swordsmanship, named ..." Yan Zhaoge smiled very sunshine: "Cut the green dragon."

The middle-aged Taoist prince suddenly became ashamed.

He clasped his hands together, suddenly boosted his strength, and then pushed forward in unison.

The sky and mist turned into cyan at this moment.

Between the flashing blue lights, Xiangyun reappeared, followed by the sound of Long Yin, shaking the universe.

A roaring dragon roared from the cloud and rushed towards Zhao Yan!

Yan Zhaoge was about to move, but he saw this pale green dragon, and his body scales opened and closed together.

Each dragon scale seems to be turned into a treasure mirror at this time. The dragon scales are like thousands of treasure mirrors. A countless amount of mirror light shines out from it, crisscrossing.

The Dao Dao mirror and light interweaving room quickly formed an enchantment that enveloped and suppressed Yan Zhaoge, making him seem to have fallen into thousands of chains and bound his movements.

While the Canglong roared, the real dragon explored its claws, picked the stars and took the moon, and shielded Yan Zhaoge's sight.

Yan Zhaoge smiled aloud, stood still, and the air flow appeared all over his body.

In an instant, he seemed to turn into something like an axe, not an axe, or a streamer.

Opening up the earth, the magnificent artistic conception of the revolution is revealed, sweeping in all directions, breaking open the blue light enveloping itself.

His figure shook, and the phantom open streamers shook, and the dragon's claws couldn't move on.

Yan Zhaoge is not slow, his left hand stretched out, crossed the stiff dragon claw, and pressed directly on the head of the dragon!

It was huge, like the head of the Canglong dragon of the ancient mountain, in front of Yan Zhaoge's palm, as if instantly shrinking.

In the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, the palm of Yan Zhaoge's hand instantly became larger and covered the world.

Canglong Longshou was caught by Yan Zhaoge in one hand, and he couldn't move.

Let his huge body twist, disturb the void, sweep the universe, and even smash a lot of little stars with one tail, but just can't get rid of Yan Zhaoge's palm!

Yan Zhaoge calmly watched the Canglong, who was like a long mile, struggling in his palm, raised his right hand in a hurry, and his two fingers stood side by side like a sword front.

Seeing Yan Zhaoge raise his sword, Canglong couldn't help but struggle more violently.

But everything was just in vain, he could only see the butcher knife falling slowly towards him, getting closer and closer!

The sword of the chopped green dragon reappears, and the sword flashes through the universe.

As if the mountaintop at the top of the ancient God Mountain broke and collapsed, the big dragon head was cut off by Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge held the head of Canglong in his left hand, and the sword-blade in his right hand continued to move forward.

Zihong Limang cut through the blue, showing the shape of a middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist finally appeared horrified.

He didn't dare to stay, turned into a blue light, and tried to fly away.

This turn is tantamount to selling his back to Yan Zhaoge, and the slashing of the sword of the green dragon will surely be cut on him without obstruction.

However, this fairy court Tianjun also had his own plan, it was to prepare to be attacked by Yan Zhaoge in order to obtain the opportunity to escape.

Yan Zhaoge's slashing the sword of the green dragon is no longer fierce, and Xuanxian Xiangang can't break his body of five qi dynasties.

But if he continues to struggle, he may have the possibility of being suppressed!

In just a few rounds, he has clearly felt the gap between him and Yan Zhaoge.

What's more, Long Xingquan, Yan Di and others are nearby.

God knows whether there will be other Yuanxian passed down from the Taoist Immortals. By then, he will be really in danger.

Therefore, the middle-aged Taoist priest took the initiative and retreated immediately.

At this moment, relying on the realm to suppress people, Xuanyuan came to seek opportunities, and some of his face was long gone.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the sword light coming behind him seemed to have changed.

The murderous intention is no longer, but it is even more distant.

However, this mysterious mysterious sword made the middle-aged Taoist suddenly feel cold, and the threat is greater than the sword of the green dragon!

Brushed by the sword light, he suddenly froze.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was illusory, and there were many visions. He just felt like the whole person fell from the cloud.

His five spirits are broken, broken!

Although there was only a moment, but at this moment, the second sword of fierce slash came!

When Li Mang flashed, the middle-aged Taoist screamed and his body was cut directly into two sections!

Yan Zhaoge took a leisurely step to follow behind, then stepped forward, his left hand was tight with five fingers, and the clutched Canglong first-level shattered, and the streamer disappeared.

Then he reached out and grabbed the middle-aged Taoist priest who was still struggling.

The middle-aged Taoist Gouyan continued to breathe, suffering to the utmost, bloody, the five qi of the Xian family reunited, and there was a tendency to regenerate the immortal element, protecting his life, even if he was cut by the waist.

But Yan Zhaoge stretched out his hand, and the power was suppressed. The middle-aged Taoist was as good as life!