: 1476. Wu Jing four

At the same time as Bai Tao was shocked, Yan Zhao’s footsteps continued, and while holding the black dragon in his hand, he continued to go to the Emperor Xianyi, who came from afar.
The other party came to aid, and was planning to help the black dragon and the Shushan sword repair here, together with Kun Ningzi and Bai Tao.
But at this moment, I saw the power of Yan Zhao’s song, and suddenly stopped.
The black dragon, who is also a mysterious fairy, together with the quiet and sacred soldiers of the Huagai, was instantly touched by Yan Zhaoge, without any room for struggle.
This scene makes them feel awkward.
Even if you have the courage, you know at the moment that you can't throw yourself into the net and die in vain.
Retreat is the only option. They have other experts in this trip, or they can do it.
However, it is a pity that it is easy to go when it comes. Yan Zhaoge calmly looks at their backs and makes a light drink.
As if the silent thunder burst, the footsteps of the two outer roads really stopped, and stood still.
They have learned everything, and there is no room for them to play. Life has already begun to wither.
Ruyi heart thunder first blasted in the heart, making them clear and broken, the inner magic, the mood disorder, the distracting thoughts filled the mind, the end can not stop, the body shape naturally lost control.
Then, the invisible changes of the illusory, under the influence of Fan Tianshu, turned from reality to reality, and the spiritual scene shines into reality, turning into damage to the body.
Under the action of the sacred sword, the vitality of the two outer sects was instantly wilted and dried up.
Although it was born in Xianting, the two have already opened the door to the fairy, and at this moment it seems to be completely lifeless clay sculpture, quietly staying in place, motionless.
In their sluggish eyes, they have lost their life.
The emperor of the Xianting was suddenly stiff, and the speed of the flying dragonfly suddenly slowed down, stumbling, like drunkenness.
Yanzhao songs are full of emptiness, the speed of walking seems not too slow, leisurely more than the other side, stop the way.
"The demon outside, you can't be crazy for a long time!" The emperor's face was pale, but the fierceness remained: "You are contaminated with blood in my right path, thinking that I can escape the nine-day punishment?"
Yan Zhao song smiled and said: "You still have to worry about whether your site can hold it. It seems that you are now in the downside, and you have been attacked by the white lotus."
"The evils are invincible, and the evil spirits of Bailian Pure Land will eventually be destroyed." The Emperor Xianting screamed coldly: "As you are stubborn and ruthless, if you don't change your evil spirits and repent, you will be the same."
"If you are not infinitely merciful, can you stay with you today?"
Yan Zhao song laughed, and did not pay more attention to the other side, directly reaching for the Emperor of the Xianting.
The other party is unwilling to wait for the shackles, and the two palms are in a loop, and they smashed the universe and smashed the universe, as if they were unbreakable hurricanes, welcoming the palm of Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhao song does not look at it, the palm of the hand is moving forward.
It was like a hurricane with thousands of sharp edges, and touching his palms, all of which were instantly turned into fine rain, did not pose any threat.
Numerous hurricanes disappeared from the invisible. Yan Zhaoge’s palms stretched out and directly grabbed the other’s neck, like picking up a chicken, and grabbed the emperor’s outer priest.
The Emperor Xianting was also a hard bone, not asking for mercy, and his face still glared at Yan Zhaoge.
Being stuck in the neck, he spoke intermittently: "You... don't want to... proud, I am the right way, Tianjun... I got the news immediately... You kill me... I am waiting for you... give us a funeral!"

Really?
Yan Zhao’s song didn’t care:
Are you careful?

The other side struggled to see, and saw the three foreigners who were killed by Yan Zhaoge, only the body was dead.
At this time, he noticed that in the three bodies, Li Baoguang was still there, but he seemed to be sealed and could not leave his body.
Inside their bodies, there are green awns that make the skin's surface covered with a layer of cyan.
This Xianting Emperor first appeared in the face of ecstasy, and then despaired.
"...诛...仙...sword!"
Like the Buddhism outside the Bailian Pure Land, if the Xianting Warrior is fallen, the body will also be able to rise.
In this way, the higher level of the Xianting strong can grasp a lot of information.
This will force Baoguang not to be an entity, but it is not easy to block it.
However, in the Qing dynasty, the first ancestral spirit of the four swords of the Lingbao, the sword of the sword, the sword can break the law, and it can effectively seal the wish and the power of the Buddha.
This Xianting Emperor also heard about it, but the Yan Zhaoge Sanqing fellow practitioners, the 诛仙剑 造造诣 is not shallow, the two coincide, not exposed, so that others are hard to detect.
After discovering this point at the moment, this Xianting Emperor, the last hope of the moment was completely broken.
He looks more vocal and wants to say something more.
But "咔哧" sounded, Yan Zhao song five fingers clenched, has broken the other neck!
The powerful force runs through all the time, and this Xianting Emperor is alive and well destroyed.
The Yunzheng Taoist looked at this scene next to him and sighed in his heart.
The Yan Zhao songs, which were born in the Yuqing dynasty, have surpassed countless Shang dynasty orthodox descendants in the rumors of the ancestral swords and the celestial swords.
Previously, through staying up late, participating in the research of Xian Xian, undoubtedly let Yan Zhaoge's understanding of the Qing dynasty, have a deeper harvest.
For the celestial sect, the Yunzheng people ask themselves, their own gains, at least not inferior to the high-definition swirl of the Yuanxian, and may even be beyond.
But when I look at Yan Zhaoge, he always has a feeling. It seems that the other side is participating in the research and development, and it is more in-depth and more beneficial.
Looking at the dragon and snow, staying up late, and his own disciple, He Wei, the Yun Zheng Dao people often have the feeling of pushing the waves before the Yangtze River.
But all of them add up, and the impact of this young man is even greater.
Bai Tao’s heart sighs, isn’t it the case?
The first time I saw Yan Zhaoge, it was Yan Zhaoge who went to Biyoutian at the beginning of the year. He was far from watching Yan Zhaoge with a sword inscription behind his disciple Wang Shun and others.
At that time, although he admired the talent of Yan Zhao, he was amazed, but more of his elders appreciate the attitude of the younger generation.
When I was competing for the Dan Dian, the first time I met face to face, after the death of He Zhao was easily defeated by Yan Zhao, the Yun Zheng Dao also lost to Yan Zhaoge with a stroke.
At this time, he did not dare to be elders again.
After all, he has been in the fairyland for many years, is the oldest true fairy strong, can cross the real Xuan robbery at any time, and the Yan Zhao song at that time is Wu Sheng.
However, even so, the mindset of the Yunzheng people is still peaceful.
Because of the possession of the sword by Zang Feng, he is sure to cross the real Xuan robbery and achieve the realm of Xuan Xian.
The objective and powerful strength is full of confidence.
But nowadays, Yan Zhaoge has actually landed in the realm of quiet and immortal!
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