Yan Zhao songs footed in the void, standing behind the green tree.

He held out a hand, and the **** in the food stood like a sword, and the fingertips were poked on the temple of the green tree.

The fierce swordsman, coming in through the brain, hit the head of the green tree, and rushed out from the other side of the temple.

The strongest of the martial arts of the Wushang Jiuzhong Realm was killed in the Jiuqu Yellow River.

In the upper bounds of the whole world, Qingshuzi is recognized as the most promising master in the short period of time to reach the realm of humanity.

With his age, the potential shown, even the position of the emperor, can be expected.

Not only is the current strength winning, but its future is far and wide, and it is also above Peng He, Zhang Shuren, Guan Lide and others.

But life is impermanent, swords have no eyes, today's World War I, dust to dust, soil to earth, and then the future of the great, but also all empty.

Yan Zhao song looked at the green tree lost his life, falling from the air in the body, shaking his head slightly.

His body shape also descended, and the turbid Yellow River water below was separated.

There, Zhang Shuren was suppressed by the sun, and he could barely support it, but he could no longer open the sun.

He was eroded by the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, and his strength continued to fall, and he was increasingly unable to do so.

At this time, I saw that the body of the Qingshuzi fell and fell into the water. He could not help but rise up in despair and despair.

Followed by, the face of Yan Zhaoge appeared in front of the eyes.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it..." Zhang Shuren was calm at the moment, but he shook his head again and again: "You killed Li Jinshi, and helped Wang Hui, the southeastern Jinting Mountain, to break down the good things that Zhaohui brought back to the Phoenix bone. At that time, the door went up and down. No one thought that things will eventually develop to the present result."

"This should only last for more than six years, less than seven years..."

Yanzhao song is more calm, as if Zhang Shuren’s gossip is the same: “Beyond that, there are about three years or so, Yan is in a lower bound with a faster time flow than the upper bound.”

"For me, from the time you killed your disciples, it’s about eleven or two years to go."

Zhang Shuren sighed: "Eleventh, two years...haha, good for eleven or two years! Compared to you, I waited for the old man, and I have lived to the dog for a lifetime."

"But you have to be proud of it. The green trees that have just died in your hands often give birth to such feelings."

The old man’s body shape is more and more overwhelmed.

But his face is only indifferent at this moment: "The killer is always killing, the stronger is stronger, you are stronger than us, you kill us, but there are always people who are stronger than you, and see who you die. on!"

The sun above is printed as a brilliant day, and it is dazzling in the dimly yellow river nine songs.

But the blazing sun, also turned into a devastating flame, gradually swallowed Zhang Shuren's body.

Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "At least not you."

Zhang Shuren’s body was swallowed up by the Huanghuang Day.

In the embers of the flames, the clear and phoenix sounded, and a figure gradually reappeared.

Yan Zhao song does not look carefully, it is a palm shot.

The Nirvana rebirth of the strongest of Fengyishan Wutongpo, under normal circumstances, after the rebirth, the human cultivation is generally the same as before the rebirth, not just life-saving.

However, at this moment, he was born again in the Jiuqu Yellow River Array. It was still due to the adverse effects of the Jiuqu Yellow River Array.

After Zhang Nie, Nirvana, the strength is still being squandered, and it is only about the level of his own in the seven realms of Wu Sheng.

Yan Zhao song fell in the palm of his hand, Zhang Shuren four Germans to promote the palm of the Indus, it is also difficult to resist.

The Fengyishan Wutongpo was old and also followed the footsteps of Penghe, who died in the Jiuqu Yellow River.

The wind is blowing, the black fog is covering the sky, and only the turbid dark yellow river is turbulent.

The nearly broken wind and boat, this moment completely disintegrated.

The pieces of wood generated by the disintegration of the ship floated on the river, but as the waves undulating, they gradually sank and were swallowed up by the river.

On the ship, the martyr, Yuan Xiancheng, and other southern warriors were groggy, and they were drowned by the Yellow River with the shipwreck, and they disappeared.

Yuan Xiancheng relied on his own left eye to form a phoenix, and there was a chance for Nirvana.

But at this moment, it will also lose its meaning.

Yan Zhao songs stepped on the sky and swayed, watching it all quietly.

Ahu, Xia Guang and Panpan appeared beside him and their expressions were different.

At the moment, Xia Guang looked at the sight of Yan Zhaoge. In addition to the envy of the envy, there was more fanaticism and awe.

Panpan narrowed his figure, and the dog’s leg was squatting beside Yan Zhao’s song and screaming at him.

Ahu learned the appearance of Yan Zhaoge, while he touched his chin and said: "See God Wusheng killed three Wushu Jiuzhong realms of Xianqiao late Wusheng, which is unique in the past!"

"The son, you can really play big hair this time. It is difficult to think of the world."

Yan Zhao song smiled, palms in front of the chest, and then together to smash.

The gust of wind began to calm down, and the black mist dissipated.

The dimly lit river began to recede and re-expanded the Fangyuan Mountain.

The flow of water returned to the Chao River, and the river continued to rush from north to south.

All previous changes have never happened.

Seeing the sky again, Yan Zhao song turned to look to the east.

There, the sword lights up and several figures appear.

The person who is the first is a white-haired old man, and Yan Zhaoge is also familiar with it. It is the southeastern Yangtian Jinting Mountain, the Wusheng Jiuzhong, the Xianshu late realm, and the southeast sword.

Wutongpo has Zhang Shuren sitting on the border of Fangyuan Mountain, adjacent to the Huangpu Sea, and Jinting Mountain is also naturally strong.

Over the years, most of the time, the old lady was sitting in front of her.

Yan Zhaoge has a friendly relationship with Jintingshan, and is also very familiar with the southeast sword.

Although the temperament is rigorous, but the swordsman's talent for Yan Zhaoge, the same appreciation, quite optimistic about this new young man.

Only at this moment she saw Yan Zhao song, still surprised.

She is also always paying attention to the movements on the side of Fangyuan Mountain. She suddenly notices that there seems to be something wrong here, and she hastened to bring people to check it out.

Who knows that when I first arrived at the border, I saw that the clouds were bleak, and the wind was whistling, and I could not see the situation inside.

Zhang Shuren's Indus Qifeng array, the southeast sword is very familiar, but this front of the scene, but she is strange.

Trying to get inside, but a dizzy, almost trapped inside.

The distant and ancient name of the Jiuqu Yellow River Array emerged in its mind, and the southeast sword could not help but be even more shocked.

She is not sure what the front is, what people are under the cloth, can only not provoke, and wait and see.

Finally, the formation gradually dissipated.

The sword is also a person who is determined to be resolute, and directly leads people to cross the border line and enter the southern real world.

Who knows not to look okay, at first glance, everyone is on the spot.

Only Yan Zhao songs seem to be nothing, laughing and arching their hands: "Swords, I haven't seen you for a long time."