MTL - History’s Strongest Senior Brother-~ 1723. Although there are many heads, I am not enough.
All the people present, listening to the songs of the Taishang Avenue, are more or less affected.
The influence of Feng Yunqi, Nianyu, Luguanjun, and the original demons is relatively minor and almost negligible.
However, considering that he is only a spectator, it is not that the nine-headed worm is generally facing the enemy with Yan Zhao, and the land pressure and the original demons are still serious.
As for the others, looking at the double flower gathering at the moment, it is still the Yanzhao song of the Yuanxian, and all of them look dignified.
This is not a surprise, but a shocking thing.
The onlookers are still like this, and it is natural to face the nine-headed worms of Yanzhao.
He used it as a killer for defeating defeat, and was solved by Yan Zhaoge's Taishang Tao.
On its own, it was slow because of the influence of the singer.
Yanzhao sings into nothingness, through the golden red flame storm, the footsteps are not blocked by the slightest, and immediately came to the front of the nine-headed worm, and a palm shot toward the opponent.
The nine-headed worm can't dodge, but only slightly sideways, raising a wing to resist.
However, the moment of contact between the two sides, Yan Zhaoge's body seems to disappear suddenly, and the Taoist body fades.
On the contrary, it is the body of the nine-headed worm, which manifests an image of no transparency and marginal blur.
It seems that the two sides exchanged their own state in an instant.
However, it is not like Yan Zhaoge's ability to display the Taishang Tao body movements freely. At this moment, the nine-headed worm is like a virtual body, but it is standing still in place.
His eyes were sluggish, as if he had lost his vitality and ecstasy in an instant.
"Well?" Lu Guanjun, the original demons and other people looked blank.
The appearance of the nine-headed worm at this moment is like a person below the realm of quiet and immortal fairy tales. It was suppressed by the avenue of Taixuan Yuanxian, and was forced to forcibly fall into a state of unspeakable and thoughtful!
Yan Zhaoge Yi Yuanxian, actually forced to suppress the spirit of a demon sage!
Fortunately, just in the blink of an eye, the nine-headed worm is shaking and you have to restore the entity.
He loses his focus and glorious gaze, and he has to regain his energy.
But in this short instant, Yan Zhaoge has already taken up the palm of his hand, and the palm of his hand smashes the nine-headed worm.
The huge nine-headed bird has broken light and shadow, and a nine-headed bird with a small size is the one that is the original shape of the nine-headed holy.
Yan Zhao song right hand firmly grasp the nine-headed worm that wings do not let go, then the left hand more than the mixed yuan hammer will shoot down the other side!
The eight heads of the strange birds made a painful scream in the same voice, but there was a skull that had been hammered by Yan Zhaoge!
"The second one." Yan Zhaoge said as he said, the mixed yuan hammer fell again, and suddenly the nine-headed worm broke a head!
Between the nine-headed worms, they earned hard.
Yan Zhaoge still clung to his wings, and the opposite force of the two tore apart, the feathers fell, like rain.
The nine-headed worm himself added a force, and forcibly broke his own wing!
He quickly retreated and wanted to escape.
Although it was previously agreed that today's World War I is a life and death battle, the nine-headed worm has no courage to fight with Yan Zhao at this moment.
If you fight again, you must decide to live and die. The only thing that will die is him. It will not be Yan Zhaoge.
In the roar of the nine-headed worm, picking up the hurricane, first of all, blowing to the top of the Yanzhao song.
Then, his figure flashed, and the image in the void was heavy, as if it existed at any point in time and space.
Yan Zhao sings the hole in the green and the brilliance of the brilliance into a rune, flashing non-stop.
He put aside the broken wings of the nine-headed worm, and at the moment when the nine-headed worm escaped, he had already added another thing in his hand, and then took the first step.
It was a wooden stick that was only three or four inches long. The wooden stick was covered with three iron rings and flashed with colorful brilliance.
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When the land pressure road was suddenly, the brows were wrinkled, and the body was faintly flashing.
But this time it was the turn of sneer, the foot on the hot wheels, the land pressure road Jun and Yan Zhaoge two separated from the battlefield.
Others, the Yaozu, the Nine Monsters, and the Buddhas are also ready to move.
They may also be in conflict with each other, but at the moment, because of the apricot and yellow flag, because of the Qinglianbao flag, and even because of the Yanzhao song, they are all faintly formed into the same camp.
But Feng Yunqi, Wudang Madonna are also with them, greet them and stop the other side.
Yan Zhao Ge seems to turn a blind eye to the surrounding situation.
He sacrificed the dragon pile, and the wooden stick grew up in the wind and suddenly became bigger.
The three small iron rings on the wooden sticks quickly turned into three colorful apertures and set them to the nine-headed worm.
The nine-headed worm is cracking, but it is too late to be evaded under the severe injury. It is covered by the aperture on the spot.
An aperture clasped on his neck, leaving him with seven remaining heads unable to move.
The second aperture is on his body, and the last one buckles his two feet.
The nine-headed worm struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the more the colorful apertures were tightened.
The next moment, Yan Zhaoge has already caught up, picking up the mixed yuan hammer and laying it down again!
The sound of "砰" was muffled, and the third head of the nine-headed worm was broken by Yan Zhaoge!
"So I said it before." Yan Zhao said with a smile: "At the end, don't run."
As he said, he kept his hand, and it was another hammer, and then broke the head of the nine-headed worm.
The nine-headed worm does not die when the nine heads are broken. At this moment, Yan Zhaoge has broken four heads in a row, and he is already dying. The remaining five heads are all ventilated with less air intake.
Even if there is no dragon pile, he has no resistance to escape at this moment.
Even if Yan Zhao’s song is released, it will take a long time for him to die and die.
At this point in the war, life and death have been decided, and the outcome has been divided.
"There are many heads, not enough for me to play."
Yanzhao song is unwelcome, it is a hammer, completely killed the demon!
The Middle Ages also swayed the waves, and the nine-headed sacred priests were rampant.
Following the new generation of swords and buddhas of Bailian Pure Land, Yan Zhaoge is in a virtual and emptiness, and then smashes the demon sacred worms!
"I don't expect him to have a dragon pile in his hand." The Shadow Magic looked at the nine-headed sacred one killed by Yan Zhaoge's hammer. He couldn't help but smile: "Fortunately, this thing is useless to me, or else I I was afraid that it would be difficult to get out before."
"With their relationship with Bailian Pure Land, this thing can't be borrowed naturally, which means that Jin Hao is also dead in his hands."
The original demons heard nothing, just watching Yan Zhao song quietly.
He also had the intention of helping the nine-headed worm and the scorpion, and secretly, and no one is better at him than he is.
It is a pity that he had just eaten a loss in him not long ago, so he kept staring at him. Yan Zhaoge himself did not have such an obvious mental flaw, so the original demons could not start.
"Today, I can see a lot of things..." The original demons were silent for a while, muttering to themselves.
