Chapter 913

On the body of Yan Zhaoge, five colors flash, which come from five internal organs and incarnate into five gods.

Under the operation of the five elements, there is no end to creation and endless vitality.

His physical defense and recovery have been greatly improved, as if his incarnation is a human shape, which is just like a slap in the face.

Shangjun's top-grade holy soldiers are fighting against heaven and earth. They are sharp weapons. At this moment, they can only defend passively.

At the same time, Yan Zhaoge murmured to himself, "the superior soldiers are of good quality."

With one stroke, he almost got rid of the White Jade axe.

"But in addition to the limited strength of people themselves, can't the use of superior soldiers be perfect?"

"Although it can give full play to the power of the holy soldiers, it can't enhance each other with the holy soldiers. It seems that there is a veil between them."

Yan Zhaoge clearly smiled: "it's also Baoguang when it's finished, but it's also Baoguang when it's defeated."

He had an extra thing in his hand, growing like a dagger, but without a sharp point.

The top is flattened as if it is broken, but the port plane is engraved with an imprinted pattern.

It is the time sword print.

Yan Zhaoge claps it with one hand and suppresses Shangjun. At the same time, his time sword is printed on the counter heaven and earth axe.

Engraved on the seal code printed by time sword, the brilliance of the counter heaven and earth axe suddenly darkens a lot.

The axe blade in the shape of white jade seems to be covered with dust and lose luster.

The next one, still can't resist, the tiger mouth is broken, the White Jade axe is shaken off and flies out.

Yan Zhaoge looks at Shangjun and shakes his head slightly: "seeing Yang Chong, I still have some disbelief. At least it's also the six realms of wusheng. I've practiced martial arts for many years. Haven't you ever thought about how serious the problem is with my own practice?"

"Now when I see you who are higher, I seem to understand a little."

"The power of your body will not only affect your practice of Qi and martial arts, but also influence your concept and mind."

"All things, gradually engraved in the soul, become accustomed to instinct and common sense, do not want to question and oppose."

Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips: "however, the closer the road is, the more true it is. It's reasonable to say that when the cultivation reaches a certain level, there will still be awareness, right? It's just that you don't feel it yet. "

"So how high is it to realize the problem?"

Yan Zhaoge looked up and down at Shangjun, and Shangjun's face was livid: "heresy, even if it's rampant for a while, let's see how you are after a hundred thousand years."

He took the wrong step at his feet. He stepped twelve times in a row. The void was full of ripples, as if flying through the clouds and mist. The whole man flew back.

Yunmiao Xingzong's earth branch covering rain hand, named "hand", actually has both palm and body skills.

Twelve steps in a row can almost move the void.

Shangjun is afraid to continue to compete with yanzhaoge. He wants to escape.

In the distance, his immortal court has the top ten martial saints and the most powerful realm in the world.

As long as he can escape, he will be safe immediately.

But how could Yan Zhaoge let him escape?

The left hand pinches a sword Jue, the right hand time sword prints the oblique finger.

Yan Zhaoge's whole person and sword are one, as if incarnating a long river of time, chasing Shangjun at full speed.

Time is surging, and the empty time around Yan Zhao's body seems to speed up suddenly.

It seems that his speed is also suddenly fast. For Shangjun, it takes a few breath to move. Yan Zhaoge suddenly catches up with him in one breath.

Shangjun is forced to look at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhao's sword light disappears, avoiding Shangjun's palm power.

With one blow, the light and darkness mingled, and the chaos loomed.

At the next moment, chaos converges, and light and dark constantly change.

The boundless darkness recedes and is counted as the boundless light.

In the light, the twelve heavenly rings rotate in the void, like twelve glorious gods, illuminating the endless void.

Next, the light is broken, the two instruments do not exist, the universe is broken!

Hidden in the mystery of Wuji Tianshu is the breaking bright fist. The ferocious blow is still in the heart!

The ten shining runes around Shangjun's body rotate together, and all the real yuan body guards.

In the roar, the ten runes were all broken, and even a gulp of blood burst out.

Yanzhao singer under does not stop, the fist stops in still all chest, again makes efforts!

At the next moment, Shangjun's chest is completely smashed through by Yan Zhaoge!

Shangjun's eyes widened, and he stared at Yan Zhaoge. He died in peace.

At this moment, for the first time, Shangjun, who has always been full of confidence and superiority in his own orthodoxy, had some doubts.

He is a powerful man of Xianqiao in the eight realms of wusheng. How could he die on one hand alone?

Fu Ting looked aside, and suddenly said softly, "you don't have to be so unwilling. I'm afraid that a person like him, who is a true disciple of the Sanqing Dynasty, will not be able to produce one for thousands of years."

She had planned to join forces with Yan Zhaoge.

Fu Ting, who had a brief encounter with Yan Zhaoge and had a general understanding of the strength of Yan Zhaoge, was not worried that Yan Zhaoge would not defeat Shangjun.

But it's quite different whether we can defeat an enemy or kill an enemy.

Even if it is the inheritance of Xianting, a martial saint of Xianqiao in the eight realms of wusheng doesn't want to fight to death, and he wants to run away. At least Fu Ting is not sure that he can stay with each other.

But in the whole battle, Fu Ting fell silent.

She has always been a proud girl. She grew up in a place like the upper world. Since she started her career, she has never been defeated by her rivals in the same realm or the same age.

Zhuang Chaohui, the prince of Phoenix, is a genius among the talents. If it is still the six realms of wusheng, Fu Ting, the five realms of wusheng, is not afraid of him.

It's Fu Ting's own father, the beautiful emperor who has crossed the gap between human beings and immortals. When she was in the realm of martial arts in the past, it's unknown whether she can be surpassed in the same realm.

Fu Ting, who grew up in this kind of environment, is really under some impact today.

She is not a man of arrogance and ignorance, but a man who can match her.

Bi you Tian's Gao Qing is not weak in talent and strength.

But a person who is completely superior to her, so suddenly appears in front of her, still makes her mind extremely uneasy.

This unprecedented experience makes Fu Ting feel strange, even a little confused.

However, she was very determined and soon recovered her tumultuous mood.

Looking at Shangjun, who was unwilling, Fu Ting shook her head slightly and couldn't help saying that.

That's actually her most intuitive idea at the moment.

Still all smell speech, the corner of the mouth moves, as if want to smile, but can't smile.

If you want to talk, you'll end up with one breath and die.

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile, "Miss Fu is flattered. After a long time, there are many talented people. Yan is not one of the common people who grope for progress on the way of martial arts."

Fu Ting squints at Yan Zhaoge.

I don't know why, the content of the words is very modest, but from Yan Zhaoge's mouth, how she listens doesn't feel right.

This, along with the complex feelings in my heart, is gradually fading.

"You just didn't use the martial arts of Wuxiang magic Scripture, so you killed him directly?" Fu Ting asked in turn.

Yan Zhaoge shrugged: "it's used, but it's mixed with other martial arts. I'm not interested in practising Wuxiang magic Sutra, just for this purpose."

Fu Ting looked at the other side: "maybe, there is no difference between using and not using."

Yan Zhaoge looks in the same direction as her.

There, the strong breath is interlaced, and it is clear that there is another immortal supreme. Come to this neighborhood!