Chapter 578

Yang Zhanhua looks up and down at Yan Zhaoge with little change, but everyone around Guangcheng mountain can feel the sky become cold.

He slightly bent his head and asked Huang Xu, "he is the Yanzhao song, right?"

Huang Xu nodded: "yes, he is Yan Zhaoge. He didn't make it to wusheng. He should not survive if he was involved in the East China Sea border. He didn't expect to appear here now."

"Live well, it's him you're looking for." Yang Zhanhua said lightly: "I don't know who you are. I won't kill you, but I will break your mouth first."

After that, Yang Zhanhua no longer paid attention to the people of Guangcheng mountain, but directly clapped his hands to Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge only felt that the sky and the earth were white in the moment, and could not see other scenes.

With the continuous improvement of his cultivation and strength, this kind of situation has not been met for a long time.

In this way, we can know the strength of Yang Zhanhua, which is not comparable.

"The way of Youming saints in those days Well, is it not the light sect, whose source is the same as that of the dark sect but the enemy of the dark sect, that supports the sun sect in the upper world? "

Yan Zhaoge thought in his heart that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but the color did not change.

Next to him, Beiming steps forward. His body is shining with ice blue light. He becomes a pair of light armor, which shows the true face of the proud cold martial suit.

The vast ice sea expanded, and the ice dragon went to sea.

The fierce Kunpeng rises from the ice sea, whirling the boundless giant force and the ice sea dragons to attack Yang Zhanhua with boundless brightness!

When the two sides fight, Kunpeng is broken and the light is lost.

Yang Zhanhua raised his eyebrows slightly: "is this your spirit? You can survive from the seal of the East China Sea, but you need this person to save you? "

Jin Jie also looked at Beiming and said, "your cultivation is not weak. There are few people like you in the lower world."

Those who are strong in the first level of wusheng can compete with those who are strong in the second level of wusheng.

However, Yang Zhanhua is the lineage of Guangming sect, who is orthodox and transcendent. His cultivation strength is not refined among the martial artists of the same realm. Even if he is barehanded, there are not many people of the same realm, who can fight against him with one inferior Saint soldier.

Huang Xu of the sun emperor, Zhang Kun and he Ning of Guangcheng mountain were also shocked.

Yang Zhanhua just attacked the mountain. Although he was only trying to make a small test, he also made a lot of martial artists in the eight extreme world feel heavy.

In their view, the leader of Bihai City, song Wuliang, has a sword of Bihai's heart. I'm afraid that he can't bear the present Yang Zhanhua from the upper world.

"Unfortunately, that's all." Yang Zhanhua's face calmed down after a slight surprise.

A golden crown rose from his head.

Infinite light envelops all sides as if it were a burning sun.

Feeling the powerful and vast power fluctuation, people on Guangcheng mountain sink to the bottom of the valley: "holy soldiers!"

With the power of the golden crown, Yang Zhanhua's momentum suddenly soared, overwhelming Beiming and sharing the same proud cold martial clothes.

Fu Enshu stood behind Yan Zhaoge and frowned: "it's not only personal strength, but also high strength......"

Yan Zhaoge's face didn't see the unexpected color: "it's like that people who are higher than the four realms of wusheng can't come from the upper realms. Even if they come to the strength, they will be suppressed to the three realms of wusheng. The middle-class saints can't come, but the lower class saints can."

He looked at Yang Zhanhua and suddenly smiled, "it's no use saying that you're not qualified. If you're not convinced, let you know why you're not qualified."

Before the voice fell, the roar of the dragons rang out. A brilliant palace suddenly appeared in front of the martial saint of Beiming, blocking the way for Yang Zhanhua and his holy soldier, xuriguan.

The gate of the palace opened and Yang Zhanhua felt the real dragon like atmosphere. He was surprised: "how can there be so many dragon people here?"

On the Dragon hall, the road shines brightly, enveloping Yang Zhanhua, temporarily suppressing yang Zhanhua and sun crown together.

Yang Zhanhua let out a roar of anger, and his whole body was full of light. He wanted to rush out of the brilliant range of the Dragon hall.

His strength is really strong. He rushes left and right. The Dragon hall above is shaking constantly, as if it will be overturned at any time.

Yan Zhaoge looked at everything calmly and calmly, but in his heart, he experienced the other side's martial arts power mood.

Jin Jie's expression was gloomy.

Although Yang Zhanhua can get out of trouble soon, the sight still makes him feel that there is no light on his face.

All around the great sun emperor and the people of Guangcheng mountain watched. Jin Jie shook his head and stepped forward. The whole person became sharp and sharp in an instant.

Although it is not as magnanimous and domineering as Yang Zhanhua, Jin Jie feels more forceful and fierce.

His sword went out of its sheath and turned into a green light, aiming at Yan Zhaoge.

Jin Jie didn't go to help Yang Zhanhua, otherwise the other side might not appreciate him, but he won Yan Zhaoge without any hesitation.

However, his sword was fast, and Beiming split faster. He was dressed in arrogant cold martial clothes and blocked in front of Jin Jie.

"It's a pity that the sabre was damaged before. It's kept in the upper world." Jin Jie frowns, but his strength is also very strong. He is not inferior to Yang Zhanhua. A top-grade spirit soldier is in his hand, and he also plays a very powerful force. The sword light spreads out and covers Beiming separately.

This quiet heart to fight, Jin Jie gradually found out wrong.

In front of him, Beiming was silent. Although his martial arts cultivation was astonishing and showed incisively and vividly, he always felt a little stiff.

Jin Jie paid attention to observation and suddenly came up with an idea in his mind: " Shouldn't it? "

At this moment, it was amazing to see all the people, no matter whether they were Da RI Sheng Zong or Guangcheng mountain.

From the upper reaches of the world, the two great masters of martial arts could not win yanzhaoge for a while, which inevitably surprised them.

"What treasure is that palace? That wusheng, why help Yan Zhaoge? It seems that the saint soldier is the proud cold martial clothes of the former ice dragon martial saint, but this man is not the ice dragon martial saint. After all... "

All of them were shocked. Huang Xu, the leader of the sun emperor, stepped forward to Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge took a look at him and said lightly, "you will choose the right time."

"You don't pick the right time. If I were you, I would not appear," Huang said

Jin Jie did not fall. Although Yang Zhanhua was trapped, he was able to get away at a glance. On the one hand, they still won. Guangchengshan did not see a real chance to turn the table.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to take yanzhaoge, not only made a contribution, but also did not let the Guangming sect in the upper world despise their great sun sect.

Huang Xu is really good at calculating. The only question is whether he has the ability to win yanzhaoge.

A black and boundless light appeared in Huang Xu's hands. He raised it high and the void was shocked.

Originally belongs to the holy soldiers of the vast mountains, Zhuo Tianfu!

Huang Xu's axe fell, and the void suddenly appeared a crack, which came to Yan Zhaoge's head.

Yan Zhaoge saw this, not only didn't avoid it, but chuckled.

When the purple light flickered in his hand, he suddenly had another dark green bamboo stick.

The bamboo stick is divided into five sections, five feet in total.

There is no spirit to show, and no wonder, just like ordinary bamboo pole.

But Yan Zhaoge picked up his bamboo stick and hit Huang Xu head on head!

The dark green bamboo stick collided with the sky axe.

It turns out that the holy soldier's axe shakes!

Huang Xu is astonished. The saint soldier is shaken by a five foot stick?

Zhutian axe was in the air for a meal, but Yan Zhaoge's movement did not stop at all. Immediately, it was the second time to continue to hit Huang Xu.

Huang Xu was shocked, his body was shining, his robe was shining, and nine golden days on his robe were rising.

"Pa!"

With a muffled sound, nine suns fall together!

A superior spirit soldier was destroyed by Yan Zhaoge's staff!

Huang Xumu gapes!

"How to fight between Guangcheng mountain and Dali Shengzong is also a matter of the eight polar world." Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "now you find an outsider to come in and lift the table and tell me that you are not going to follow the original rules?"

"It's OK. It's a kind of ability to find people. Everyone depends on their own abilities. If you lift the table, I'll burn the house. Neither you nor the person you're looking for will leave. "