Chapter 995

Yan Zhaoge stands behind the green tree.

He stretched out a hand, two fingers in the food stood side by side like a sword, and the tip of his finger was poked on the temple of the green tree son.

Fierce sword, penetrating the brain, pierced the head of qingshuzi and rushed out from the other side of the temple.

The strong man of the nine realms of wusheng died in the Jiuqu Yellow River array.

In the whole world, qingshuzi is generally recognized as the most promising master to climb the supreme realm of the world in a short time.

At his age, even the position of emperor can be expected.

It is not only the current strength, but also the future of penghe, zhangshuren and guanlide.

But life is impermanent, swords have no eyes, today's World War I, dust to dust, soil to earth, no matter how far ahead, it's all empty.

Yan Zhaoge watched qingshuzi lose his life and shake his head slightly as he fell down from the sky.

His body shape also falls, the turbid yellow river water below separates.

There, Zhang Shuren was suppressed by the sun seal. He could only barely support it, but he could not open the sun seal again.

Being eroded by the Yellow River array, his cultivation strength continued to fall and became more and more incompetent.

At this time, when he saw the body of qingshuzi fall into the water, he could not help but feel sad and despair.

Immediately, Yan Zhaoge's face appeared in front of him.

"Unexpected, unexpected..." Zhang Shuren is calm at the moment, but shakes his head repeatedly: "you killed martial nephew Li Jin and arrested martial nephew Wang Hui for Jinting mountain in Southeast China. It broke the good thing that Zhaohui brought back Phoenix bone. At that time, no one in my family thought that things would eventually develop to this result."

"It's only over six years, less than seven years..."

Yan Zhaoge is calmer, as if he is the same as Zhang Shuren's gossip: "it's longer than that. For about three years, Yan spent his time in a lower boundary with a faster velocity than the upper boundary."

"For me, it's about eleven or two years since I killed your disciples."

Zhang Shuren sighed: "eleven or two years Ha ha, what a year! Compared with you, I've lived to be a dog all my life

"But don't be complacent. The green tree son who just died in your hand often makes people feel this way."

At this moment, the old man stooped and became more and more overwhelmed.

But his face, at the moment only Indifference: "the murderer always kills, the stronger is the stronger, you are stronger than us, you kill us, but there will always be someone stronger than you, and see who killed you!"

The sun on the top turned into a glorious sun, shining brightly on the dark nine curves of the Yellow River.

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

Yan Zhaoge smiled: "at least not you."

Zhang Shuren's body was engulfed by the bright sun.

In the embers of the fire, a clear Phoenix chirped, and a figure gradually reappeared.

Yan Zhaoge doesn't look closely, it's a clap.

, Phoenix's Phoenix mountain slope is reborn. In normal times, after rebirth, the strength of human cultivation is exactly alike to life.

However, it is now reborn in the Jiuqu Yellow River array, and the adverse effects previously suffered by the Jiuqu Yellow River array still exist.

After nirvana, Zhang Shuren's cultivation strength is still greatly diminished, which is only equivalent to his own level in the Seven Realms of wusheng.

Yan Zhao song fell down, Zhang Shuren four Germany added to urge Wutong God palm, also difficult to resist.

, Phoenix, the old man of the Wutong slope, also died in the the Yellow River opera of nine songs.

The wind blows, the fog covers the sky, only the turbid dark yellow river is turbulent.

The wind boat, which was almost broken, disintegrated at this moment.

The wood fragments formed by the disintegration of the ship were scattered and floated on the river, but gradually all sank and were engulfed by the river as the waves rose and fell.

Yuan Xiancheng and other southern warriors were in a daze. They were drowned by the nine curves of the Yellow River with the sunken ship, which disappeared.

Yuan Xiancheng separated himself from the Phoenix with his left eye and had a chance to nirvana.

But at the moment, too, it will be meaningless.

Yan Zhaoge treads on the billow waves and looks at all this quietly.

Ah Hu, Xia Guang and Pan Pan Pan appeared beside him with different expressions.

Xia Guang looks at Yan Zhaoge's line of sight at the moment. In addition to the envy and yearning, he is more fanatical and awed.

Pan Pan shrunk, and crouched beside Yan Zhaoge with dog legs, rubbing against him.

Ah Hu, learning the look of Yan Zhaoge, felt his chin and said, "it's unique to see the three martial saints killed in the late stage of Xianqiao, which is the Ninth level of wusheng."

"Young master, you really have a good time. It's hard to be famous or not. "

Yan Zhaoge smiles, hands on his chest together, and then makes a magic formula together.

The wind began to subside, and the black fog disappeared.

The Yellow River began to recede and reveal the world of Fangyuan mountain again.

The current returns to the Chaohe River. The River continues to run from north to south.

All the previous changes seem to have never happened.

Seeing the sun again, Yan Zhaoge looks to the East.

There, the sword was shining and several figures appeared.

The leader is an old woman with grey hair. Yan Zhaoge is also familiar with it. It's the leader of Jinting mountain in the south-east Yangtian area, wusheng Jiuchong, the strong one in the late Xianqiao area, and the south-east sword grandma.

Wutong Po has Zhang Shuren sitting on the border of Fangyuan mountain and adjacent to the Huanghai Sea.

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

Yan Zhaoge has a friendly relationship with Jinting mountain, and is also familiar with Southeast sword grandma.

Although she has a strict temperament, she also appreciates Yan Zhaoge's talent and looks forward to the new young man.

Just now she saw Yan Zhaoge, still surprised.

She also pays close attention to the movement on the side of Fangyuan mountain. Suddenly, she realizes that there seems to be something wrong here. She quickly brings people to check it.

Who knows just arrived at the border, saw in front of the gloomy, windy whistling, completely unable to see the situation inside.

Zhang Shuren's Wutong Qi Phoenix, Southeast sword grandmother is very familiar with, but the present situation, but let her feel strange.

Try to enter, but a dizzy, almost trapped in it.

Jiuqu Yellow River array, a remote and ancient name, comes to mind that the southeast sword grandma is more frightened.

But she was not sure what the situation was. She had to wait and see what happened.

At last, the array gradually dispersed.

She is also determined and resolute. She directly leads people across the border and into the south hot weather.

Who knows whether it's OK or not? At a glance, everyone was stunned on the spot.

Only Yan Zhaoge, as if nothing had happened, arched his hand at them with a smile: "grandma Jian, long time no see."