History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge Bei Ming split his arms and showed his wings. In the north of the meditation gun, he smashed into the city. ★

After all, the rifle refining the spine and white bones of the sect of Fengzong Zongjing is not a real weapon and can only be used temporarily.

But at this moment, it is also awe-inspiring to use guns to make guns and turn guns into boxing.

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In the turbulent part of the gun, Qian Qiancheng is like a black shadow body, and suddenly the water waves are shaking, as if to be shredded.

He did not dare to continue to stay, turned into a group of shadows, flew away into the distance, and fled to the depths of the lost sea.

Yan Zhao song eyes sewed a bit, did not stop, spurred Bei Ming to continue to pursue.

The Thousand Cities are at the time of their prosperity, and they are not as good as the North Ming dynasty of Yan Zhaoge.

Therefore, although he tried to take it away, he could not escape the tracking of Yan Zhaoge.

However, there seems to be some kind of special treasure in the hands of Qian Qiancheng. When Yan Zhaoge and Bei Ming are too tightly chased, there is a flash of light in the hands of Qian Qiancheng.

Yan Zhao song pays attention to it, it seems to be a round bead.

This bead, like the dragon's eyeball, every time it flashes, and the surrounding air is rolling, it becomes more and more concise, showing the shape of the real dragon, helping the Qiancheng City to block the Yan Zhao song.

It is like a finishing touch.

The longan flashes, and the surrounding dragon is a bit thicker and concise.

After being smashed by Yan Zhaoge's Bei Ming, it was re-created as a cloud of smoke, but as the longan of Qian Qiancheng flashed again, the surrounding clouds re-agglomerated again.

In this way, with the help of the different treasures, Qian Qiancheng stumbled and fled into the deepest part of the lost sea.

According to the general cognition of the Bohai World, when this place is reached, the Wu Shengqiang also needs to pay attention and rarely get involved.

Yan Zhaoge did not hesitate, and after the North Ming dynasty followed the Qiancheng City, he set foot on this inaccessible danger.

When you get here, you can feel the true dragon's spirit is more intense, let people feel that the surrounding dragons are in the clouds, as if they really have hidden dragons.

If Yan Zhao’s song is thoughtful, then he will see the shadow of the Qiancheng City in front of him falling toward the sea below, and plunging into the sea.

Bei Ming fell into a fist, the sea was separated, but below it was a sea level that seemed to be bottomless.

The shape of Qian Qiancheng is integrated into it and gradually disappears.

However, Bei Ming was stalked with Yan Zhaoge all the way down, always staring at the Qiancheng City.

Qian Qiancheng looked back at Wang Yan’s song, and he scored a point in the palm of his hand. He shot it away, not to chase the soldiers, but to sway around the sea.

In the sea, suddenly there was a lot of black gas coming out, which seemed to be like a dragon, and it was attacked by Yan Zhao and Bei Ming.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at these black gas, and he was aware of the exuberant vitality of life. The reverse turned into a dead air. How strong the vitality before his death, how heavy the meaning of death and silence is now, and it is almost suffocating.

It’s as if you want to devour the creatures who entered here, let them step into death together and stay here forever.

Yan Zhaoge said: "No wonder this is a big place, and few people are on foot."

Once upon a time, no one can tell the origins of the dead air here, but Yan Zhaoge now has a lot of thoughts in his heart. This extremely strong dead air, the source is probably the place where the dragons are buried.

The dragon, born with a strong spirit, is extremely powerful, and the young dragons have a strong body and vitality.

The death of a dragon can produce a majestic death, let alone a group of bones.

When Qian Qiancheng arrived here, there was a feeling of being like a fish. When he was in a period of weakness, his power seemed to be gradually recovering.

Yan Zhao song knows that this is the magic power of the phantom konjac, which is good at plundering the essence of life.

Although it is suffocating here, but there are souls and spirits transformed, Qian Qiancheng can absorb the dead air into the body in a short time, but promote the strength.

Yan Zhao’s songs did not change color, and Bei Ming’s arms were shaken, and the black dragons like the dragons were cut off, and then they rushed to Qiancheng.

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The two martial arts clashed, and the violent turbulence suddenly spread to the surrounding areas, and even the black gas in the abyss of the sea was dispelled, causing a vacuum in the abyss.

The power of both sides has been pushed to the extreme, and the phantom konjac is hard to fight.

The northern meditation is like the right hand of white jade carving. At this time, it completely loses its luster and moisture, and becomes thin and thin, dry and withered, and resembles a dry body.

The right arm of Qian Qiancheng turned into a vague shadow, trying to dispel the powerful power of the Beishen gun, but in the end it bursted open and completely broken!

Between the two moves, the battle between the two sides will heat up!

Bei Ming had a deep breath, and he sneaked on Xuan Gong. The real thing was still flowing, but his right hand was still dry, but it was a little bit more **** and slightly fuller.

When Qian Qiancheng saw it, he snorted and turned away again, and continued to dive below the abyss.

Yan Zhaoge and Bei Ming are closely chasing each other.

The two sides stopped and stopped, all the way down, the more deadly around, it is that Qian Qiancheng does not dare to absorb into the body, otherwise it may die at any time.

Walking and walking, Qian Qiancheng suddenly stopped.

Then he saw him suddenly raise his hand, and a stream of light flashed in the darkness of the sky.

It’s the longan.

Yan Zhao sings in the heart, then sees the black gas madness gathering, centering on the longan, and finally turning into a huge black dragon.

The black dragon has only one eye, but this moment, it seems to be the resurrection of the real dragon.

The horrific powers are overwhelming, and it’s heart-rending.

But even more terrible is still behind.

Thousands of city hands raised continuously, and eight longanes flew out, then gathered in the abyss of the majestic death, and turned into eight giant black dragons!

A total of nine one-eyed black dragons roared wildly and intertwined, sealing the entire abyss.

Yan Zhaoge and Bei Ming were separated, and Qian Qiancheng was locked by nine powerful black dragons.

Only in the blink of an eye, Yan Zhaoge feels that his life is as if he is disappearing.

Looking at it, the back half of the nine black dragons are buried under the abyss, and the dragon tail seems to be connected with something.

In the dark abyss, there was a flash of brilliance, which gradually formed a flashing closed door.

The nine black dragons hovered, the dragon tail pulled the door and was trying to open the door!

The power of opening the door is clearly derived from the life essence of Yan Zhaoge, Bei Ming, and Qian Qiancheng.

"Sacrifice?" Yan Zhaoge looked at the Qiancheng City, only to see the other side ran the phantom konjac to the extreme, the whole person seems to be a vain shadow, does not exist in this world.

Nine one-eyed black dragons swallowed up their vitality, and some of them ignored this time. Instead, they focused on Yan Zhaoge and Bei Ming.

In particular, the body of Wu Sheng, the vitality of the North Ming, is the main goal.

In the illusory shadow, there is a voice of a thousand cities: "To open this legendary dragon gate, you need to sacrifice a huge vitality, only Wu Sheng."

"I can't open the door myself. I am here to wait for someone who is smart. It can be Zhao Zhong, Lin Shi, or you."

Yan Zhao sang: "You are welcome, as you said, I can't open a door alone." (To be continued.) 8