History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1257. Chapter 1232 1231. Siege

“Brother Dao don’t make mistakes again and again.” The Emperor Yang sighed, while holding up the lamp in the mirror with one hand, and grabbing the halberd with the other.

Yinghuo Ji didn’t want to talk more with him, and the halberd slammed its tail into the palm of Emperor Yang.

Emperor Yang’s palm was changing, and the light and shadow intertwined, the palm of his palm was radiant, and a fiery red long rod was rushed out of it.

The appearance of the long rod is exactly the same as that of the tail of the Yinghu halberd, and even the power and mood are almost the same.

Under the collision, the bodies of both sides shook together.

Emperor Yang retracted his palm, and the red long rod and the light in his hand dissipated at the same time.

After the light disappeared, there were faint burn marks on his palm.

The same is the authentic inheritance of the Taoist school. The Yinghu halberd has been successful for thousands of years. Although others have suppressed and abandoned a lot of time in the dragon tomb, it is still much older than the Great Emperor Zhuyang.

The Great Emperor Zhuyang was not discouraged either. He held the lamp in the mirror in his other hand, and the candlelight reflected in the ancient mirror shook violently.

Then a series of milky white flames flew out from it and fell towards the Yingzhu Halberd.

Yinghuo Ji turned around and split, and the crimson flame broke through the milky white fire rain.

But at this moment, under the sway of the candle in the ancient mirror, the red Fang Tian painted halberd was reflected, and then broke out of the mirror, and met again with Yingzhu halberd.

Emperor Yang had solemn eyes, his own fairy energy billowed down, combining with the lamp in the mirror.

He practiced the True Monarch of Qingxu Ethics, and at the same time, he is also a master of many masterpieces such as the Qingxu Moral Danshu, Fantianshu, Yinyang Tianshu, Senluo Wanxiang Tianshu and so on.

From this, it becomes a mirror-turning-sunro, candle-lighting method that is endlessly varied and graceful.

The artistic conception of the power of the lamp in the fairy mirror is in the same vein.

Now he personally urges this genius, and under the combination of the two, the power of the reflection in the mirror seems to be no less inferior to the real Yinghuaji.

The two sides confronted each other, and Yinghuaji didn’t ask for any advantage.

On the contrary, small flames of milky white color continuously flew out, drifting towards the real phoenix halberd.

The flame seemed to be light and unstressed, and there was no harm in it.

But Yinghuji clearly knows its destructive power. It is unstoppable and unobstructed. A true immortal from the authentic origin of Sanqing will not be better off.

What’s more, a finger without warning, as if crossing the boundary of time and space, appeared abruptly on the side of Yinghuaji.

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Emperor Jin in Black!

On the surface of Yingzhu Halberd, the flames suddenly converged.

In the void, there is only one carved dragon pattern, and a red Fang Tian painted halberd.

On the surface of the Euphorbia, a faint stream of light flashed.

This bit of brilliance finally fell on the top tip of Euphorbia.

Then Yingzhu Halberd drew a graceful arc in the air.

At this moment, he was no longer as violent as before.

Its movements can no longer be defined in terms of rigidity or gentleness, and it is not simply a combination of rigidity and flexibility.

Rather, it goes beyond it, traverses a fiery red curve, first flicks the entanglement of the lamp in the mirror, and then avoids the white candlelight and rain, and finally accurately points on the black-clothed Emperor Jin’s index fingertips.

Both sides shook their bodies at the same time, and each bounced back.

And after it bounced off, the Yinghua Halberd once again traversed the graceful trajectory, and it almost passed the mirror light of the Yang Emperor’s follow-up pursuit.

With this burst, the Yinghua Halberd quickly traveled through time and space and fleeed to the other side.

His goal is another real immortal emperor who was born in Xian Ting.

There are a total of six Xian Ting powerhouses who have come here.

Five of them joined forces to lay down the battlefield, communicate with each other, leverage each other, and echo each other in a battle formation.

The remaining one was vacant.

It was the woman who first shot and released the silver Xia Guang to intercept Yingzhu Ji’s way.

Seeing Yinghuoji rushing towards her, the woman sneered: “Take me as a soft persimmon?”

“You outsiders are always proud of the petty gains in front of you, and are complacent. You have no eyes, but you have to know that there is nothing absolute!”

She suddenly became shorter, letting Yingzhuji sharpen, and then hit Yingzhuji’s halberd with a fist from the side.

The silver light shines on its fist, just like a bright silver spear.

Using the fist technique to display the marksmanship, volley horizontally, hit the middle of Yinghuaji’s waist, hit his power fulcrum, and his vision is not bad!

The edge of the Yinghua Halberd flashed, and the inner crimson flame burst out, forming a rolling wave, slowing the woman’s fist.

But Yingzhuji’s progress was a little slower because of this.

He turned around and slashed towards the opponent.

“I’m afraid you won’t make it!” The woman did not evade this time.

When the two sides collided, they all shook and moved back.

The woman looked down at her hand, there was a red mark on it, but no blood was seen.

For a pure killing weapon like the Yinghuo Halberd, the materials used for refining, regardless of the characteristics of its side, in terms of hardness and sharpness, it will inevitably outperform fairy soldiers such as the Lantern in the Mirror and the Sitai Xiantian Banner.

This woman shook her fist hard, which was like a mortal holding a body of flesh and blood against cold swords, spears, swords and halberds.

“It’s just that.” She sneered.

The Yinghuo Ji had just continued to fight the Emperor Zhuyang and Emperor Jin in the mirror, who had the lamp in the mirror in hand, but they couldn’t relieve themselves in one breath, and they were already at the end of the battle.

However, he didn’t care about the other party on this issue, but calmly asked, “How do you call it?”

The woman said calmly: “Xian Ting Ruan Mingyan, the emperor Han Lei, enjoy the incense of Yuan Gong, Fang Chi, Zi Yuan, Jade Plate, Gao Zhen Wufang Wonderland.”

Yingluo halberd nodded: “You are indeed different from other foreign warriors. For so many years, like you, even better than you, I have seen a genius who was delayed as a result.”

“It’s a pity that you are all talented.”

The expressions of Emperor Yang and Emperor Jin in Heiyi did not change, and they were noncommittal about the conversation between Yinghuji and the woman.

Ruan Mingyan said coldly: “You are not ashamed, you don’t know how to advance or retreat, you don’t even know what to do, you don’t even need to be refined, and being destroyed is your only destination.”

“I heard that you died once that year, and you were reborn as a weapon when you lingered. You have only lived to the present. Today, it will be your second anniversary.”

While she was speaking, the other five immortal emperors who had formed a battle together attacked.

The five true immortals did not come from the same discipline, and each practiced different martial arts.

But at this moment, under the impetus of the battle formation, each other’s martial arts artistic conception, divided into five elements, the momentum is continuous, and the circulation is endless.

In this way, the unrelated immortal spirits faintly unite, as if they have become one.

The force of horror, from five directions, attacked the Yinghua Halberd together.

Yinghua Halberd responded calmly, mobilizing a chain, one blow was faster than one blow, and he looked for the slight gap when the opponent’s formation was in motion, and cracked the opponent’s killer move.

But at this time Emperor Yang and Emperor Jin Hei had already attacked again.

“Brother Dao, you don’t have a chance to win, leave with Poor Dao.” Emperor Yang was still waiting to persuade.

But when he was halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped.

Because he felt the void in the distance, between the ruins of the Heavenly Palace Shrine, there was a sudden wave of fluctuations.