MTL - History’s Strongest Senior Brother-~ 1804. All destroyed!
In the illusion of dreams, Yan Zhao’s eyes are clear and clear.
He stepped forward as if he was riding the wind and breaking the waves, separating the fog from his eyes.
Between the steps, Yan Zhao song appeared in front of the king, as if the vision is nothing.
He fell in the palm of his hand, but the king's tube in front of him seemed to be a phantom.
There is a shadow, but it does not seem to exist here.
The palm of Yan Zhaoge’s palm, looking through the shape of the king’s pipe, is like falling in the air.
"Today is awakened, why bother to sleep?" Yan Zhao song looks calm, palms paused in the air, pressed on the top of the shadow.
In his palm, it seems to give birth to a whirlpool.
The whirlpool rotates, stirring the surrounding fog, and the phantoms appear one after another, and then are attracted to the Zhaoyan Zhaoge gathering!
The Yanzhao singer continued to shoot at the moment, and the "king of the tube" under the palm of his hand was safe and sound.
But in the fog around, there was a sigh.
The real king, the body stumbles and sway, the whole body is like a water ripple, and it keeps shaking.
He clenched his teeth, standing on his chest with one hand and the other with his fingers.
The eyebrows are cracked, then spread, and even the shape of the king's tube is broken.
The action is self-defeating, but it is true and false, realizing illusion, trying to forcefully ruin the actual damage it has suffered.
However, although Wang Guan did his best, he still felt the power of Yan Zhao’s songs coming from all over the place and destroying his vitality.
The Xianting Dreams took a deep breath and his eyes became decided.
Almost at the same time, just in front of Yan Zhao’s song, the “Wang Guan”, which looks like a phantom, is shot at this moment!
Illusion, at this time becomes true, and false becomes true.
Wang Guanxing was in a hurry, and both palms were in unison, and he did not intend to attack his unprepared attack on Yan Zhao’s heart.
However, Yan Zhaoge stood still in the same place, and surrounded by the clouds and clouds, the palm of the hand called Wang Guan could not touch his body.
Wang Guan’s face was quiet, and his hands and palms swayed again like water waves. The intention was to change the Xiangyun’s Xiangyun to falsehood and open the way for his own offense.
Although, he knows that he has no chance...
Yan Zhaoge’s movements have never changed, just standing still, and then stretching out.
This time, Wang Guan can no longer avoid it, and Yan Zhao’s song breaks his head!
Covering the fog of Xianting, it instantly dissipated.
"It's better to go to sleep than to go to sleep..." Wang Guan’s voice was once again tired and lazy, and it became bigger and smaller, and gradually disappeared.
Yan Zhao song said faintly: "Go well."
Since the first buddha of Bailian Pure Land was sent to the extinction eight hundred years ago, Yan Zhaoge killed the first Da Luo tube of Xianting today.
The two foreign arrogances of the outer roads are mutual enemies, and they have fallen into the hands of the same person.
The other big Luo Tianxian of Xianting, when Wang Guantong Yan Zhao songs played against each other, they rushed away and sought to get out.
But they just had movements, and they turned into shadows in front of them, showing the appearance of Yan Zhaoge!
Everyone in front of me will not lose.
The value of the year is too old, Tianzun Yinjiao looked at the Yanzhao song in front of him, and the face is now: "This day, finally came."
"Let the gods of the heavens, you accept it." Yan Zhaoge said, palms lifted.
As if to lift a large print, it seems to lift one side of the world.
Then the sky collapsed, the sky fell, the two instruments were reversed, and the world of creation was turned over as a whole.
It seems that it is impossible to escape the glory of this world.
It’s the Yuqing dynasty’s rumored book, the most pure sacred seal!
At this moment, Yinjiao seems to see the figure of Guangcheng, the master who died in the great destruction that year, looming.
In front of this type of Tiantian, it is even stronger than the peak of Guangcheng Tianzun in the past!
The strongest type of print in history!
More than the Guangcheng Tianzun urging to Baofan Tianyin and the absolute school Fantianyin two or two are even stronger!
A palm falls, the value of the year is too old, the Tianzun Yinjiao bones are gone!
Even the dross and ash are not left.
At the same time, the great emperor Lu Yue, also faced another Yan Zhao song.
"Lord of the Ministry, please." Yan Zhao song said faintly.
Lv Yue calmly said: "Since this road has been chosen, there is no need to mention the past. Lv is not as good as people. Today, it should be robbed, but never wait!"
He showed three heads and six arms, each holding a shape of the sky, the plague clock, the shape of the scorpion, refers to the sword and other treasures, Chao Yan Zhao song attack.
"Even if you are overtaken, you will leave a seat for you. You will also be able to grab the seat from Wang Guan and Yin Jiao. But..." Yan Zhaoge looked at Lv Yue and said: "You can’t live. One dollar, even if the eternal celestial detachment, can you really wait until that day? Is it more likely to be cheaper for your descendants?"
With the Yanzhao song pointing, Lv Yue’s hands were shaped like a seal of the sky, a shape of a dragonfly, and other treasures.
Before the collapse of Lu Yue in the past, he was able to take the Yuanxian as the throne of the Lord of the Skull in the Heavenly Shrine.
But at the moment, all struggles are in vain.
Yan Zhao’s finger is an understatement, a little on Lu’s forehead.
Seemingly slow movements, Lu Yue is like being given a body-building method, only to watch Yan Zhao songs pointing.
Then, on his forehead, he suddenly had a blood hole, like a deflated ball, and immediately disappeared.
The shape of Yan Zhao’s song covers Xianting at this moment, and it suddenly disappears.
On the outside of the field, Da Luo Tianzun, no one was spared, and all fell into his hands.
It is no exception that the outer road is no exception.
However, thousands of years have passed. Since the death of Zhao Jiang, Yu Hualong, and Inspiration King, the new Da Luo Tian Xian has been added to Xianting in recent years. Although the number is still limited, there are always new people emerging.
It is more than a demon of the Da Luo level.
But today, they are all killed by Yan Zhaoge one by one.
When Yan Zhao’s song stopped, there was only one person in front of him.
An old acquaintance.
"Jiang Dao brother, long time gone." Yan Zhao song looked at the old man in front.
It is the first emperor of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors in the upper reaches of the world.
Many years ago, Yan Zhaoge replied to Nie Jingshen, staying up late, killing He Wei, and smashing the big golden body to make fun of Xianting.
Since then, as a revenge, Xian Ting annexed the upper bound.
In a blink of an eye, it has been for many years.
After Yan Zhaoge’s departure from the upper bounds of the past, he is now seeing Jiang Shen again.
The other party was robbed by Xianting and was smothered into the outer road. Jiang Shen, who was newly registered in the realm of Taixu Yuanxian, now walks outside the law and becomes the Da Luo Tianxian of Xianting.
Fang Cai began to appear from Yan Zhaoge. Jiang Shen looked calm and stood still. He did not like Yan Guan’s general confrontation with Yan Zhao Ge, nor did he escape like Lu Yue and Yin Jiao.
He seems to be an outsider, standing there, waiting for Yan Zhaoge to come to the front.
