History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1259. Chapter 1234 1233. Ever, the strongest martial sage!

Headed by Hanlei Emperor Ruan Mingyan, a total of six Xianting Great Emperors, plus the Heiyi Jindi who was passed down by the authentic ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty, at this moment a total of seven True Immortal Great Emperors are standing in front of Yan Zhaoge.

Including the great emperor dressed as a middle-aged scholar, as soon as five immortal experts came up, they immediately surrounded Yan Zhaoge.

Although not as sharp as Heiyi Jindi and Ruan Mingyan, they can also feel the extraordinary of Yanzhao Song.

It was a feeling that seemed even more dangerous than Yinghuo Ji.

In the face of a crowd of enemies, Yan Zhaoge was calm.

His eyes first swept across the five small umbrellas of different colors.

“The Five Elements Swallowing the Sun Formation, a very clever battle formation.” Yan Zhaoge glanced at it, and it became clear: “But there are some differences from before the Great Shattered, and it seems to have undergone some improvement.”

He chuckled softly: “Yes, if you don’t improve it carefully, it’s hard to master your martial arts style without seeking insights, but it’s really rare to be able to change it to explain the profound things in a simple way.”

When the other five people heard the words, Qi Qi was furious: “Frivolity, I don’t know how high the sky is.”

Compared with Emperor Yang and Emperor Jin in the upper realm of the realm, the Xian Ting powerhouse rarely had direct dealings with Yan Zhao Ge, and their understanding was limited after all.

At this moment, I heard Yan Zhaoge’s profuse words, and I was naturally dissatisfied.

As the formation pattern turned, the Five Elements Swallowing Sun Formation enveloped Yanzhaoge.

Under the blessing of the battle formation, the five Xianting Great Emperors acted together and promoted each other.

“The immortal gate moves the mountain and beats, and the person moves the sacred mountain to climb the immortal path. One person becomes an immortal.” Yan Zhaoge calmly looked at the pair of fists, as if raising the sacred mountain and smashing the sledgehammer into the middle of him. Young scholar: “Like Fu Diyin, it is the inheritance of His Majesty Houtu Huangdi.”

He turned his gaze to the Emperor Xianting with the red umbrella above his head: “Corresponding to the fire…Jiaoyang magical skill?”

Jiaoyang magical power is not a scorching sun magical power.

The point is not the rising sun, but the scorched earth, boundless under the sun.

The endless scorching heat, like purgatory.

Corresponding to the water, he was the Great Emperor Xian Ting who practiced the Seven Sacred Books of Fei Liu.

At this moment, he put one hand on his chest to gain momentum, and the other palm shot forward.

In the “Flying Seven Sages”, the two methods of “breaking the embankment” and “torrenting” are combined into one, forming a monstrous trend.

The kung fu of the Seven Sacred Books of Fei Liu is known for its mighty waters and endless length. At this moment, the great emperor made his move. Not only was the power majestic, but the flood was blocked. Explosive power.

“Does the corresponding tree correspond to the startling fingers produced by the withered wood profound art?” Under the siege, Yan Zhaoge became interested instead.

Like the Feiliu Seven Sacred Books, the Immortal Gate Moving the Mountain and the Jiaoyang Divine Art, the withered wood profound art was passed down before the destruction, and has been lost in the upper realm of the world.

In the history of the universe before the great collapse, it once left its own pen and ink.

Shocking sting means, thunder and burst, dead wood in spring, both offensive and defensive, not only nourishes itself, but also kills the enemy.

And the five elements of the Sun Swallowing Formation were arranged together, and the fifth Emperor Xian Ting corresponding to Jin was Jian Xiu.

The sword light flashed in the void, splitting into thousands of ways in an instant, like a rain of swords.

“Shushan Swordsmanship?” Yan Zhaoge rolled his eyes, looking a little weird.

In the era before the Great Destruction, Shushan Swordsmanship had a glorious time.

In their most prosperous era, kendo talents emerged, second only to the inheritance of the Shang Qing Dynasty and Zhongtian Ziwei Arctic Emperor Taihuang.

Even after the heyday and entering the ups and downs, it is still well-known in the world. It is known as the first inheritance sect of swordsmanship outside the Sanqing Dynasty. In the eyes of the high-ranking powerhouses of the Qing Dynasty and the Heavenly Palace Shrine, they are also considered holy places on earth.

As long as time goes by and talents gather and blowout again, there is hope that they will enter a new heyday again.

It’s a pity that there was a big bust, so all this can only be a hypothesis.

In the Daomen universe where Jieshangjie, Biyoutian, Eight Great Worlds, and Floating World are located, the inheritance of the Shushan School has also been lost from generation to generation, and there are only sporadic inheritances of martial arts that are not climatic.

Today, it also reappears in the hands of the people in the fairy garden.

Yan Zhaoge saw it, and couldn’t help feeling a little bit in his heart.

But after feeling sigh, he shook his head more than just: “Unfortunately, you didn’t practice like this.”

The other party gathered in front of him, Yan Zhaoge looked complacent, and raised both hands together.

He also dabbled in the Five Elements Swallowing the Sun Formation.

The method of cracking the opponent’s formation first and then destroying the enemies one by one is undoubtedly more freehand and relaxed.

But Yan Zhaoge did not take this approach.

The universe in his body suddenly accelerated, and the stars shone together.

Then, Yan Zhaoge took both palms out, raised them to the sky together, and then flipped down and knocked them down at the same time!

Fan Tianyin with both hands!

With one palm everywhere, fortune changes, directly reversed, heaven and earth heal, and return to innate.

With one palm everywhere, the Harmony appears, opening up the world, the vicissitudes of life, and the vigorous prosperity.

The two processes are completely opposite, but they show the majestic mood of the world’s changes. At this moment, they come together to form a twisted and twisted force of terror.

The two palms of Yan Zhaoge fell, and the driving force directly twisted the nearby primitive nebula space and time, deformed like twists, and did not look like a twist.

Under severe distortion, the boundary of time and space even appears torn!

It was like a small piece of primitive nebula, torn from the inside by Yan Zhaoge’s hands!

The five Xian Ting emperors joined forces to form a battle formation. Even the Dao Sect’s authentic dynasty must be careful to swallow the sun array with five elements. The space-time universe that accompanies him is also like a piece of rags, twisted by Yan Zhaoge. In a ball!

The formations burst and shattered into countless streams of light, like fireflies.

The sledgehammer of the sacred mountain that fell from the sky was broken into powder!

Just like the scorched earth of tens of thousands of miles in purgatory, it instantly turned into a little bit of fly ash without heat!

Like the Tianhe bursting its dyke, the flood that tilts the world, evaporates completely!

The spring thunder that exploded, the thunder dropped and disappeared, and there was silence!

Thousands of sword lights pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, disappearing in smoke, as if illusory!

A five-element sun-swallowing formation will fall apart in no time!

Yan Zhaoge kept his palms, pushing his palms forward.

After returning to Xiantian, both palms and Fantian Seals were transformed into good fortune, and the five Xianting Great Emperors were defeated and flew out together!

The distorted terrifying force lasted for a long time, and the shock entangled their bodies, making them hard to move for a long time.

The forward footsteps of Emperor Hanlei Ruan Mingyan and Emperor Hei Jin stopped abruptly.

Ruan Mingyan was dumbfounded: “This is Wu Sheng? Is this someone who has not become an immortal?”

Heiyi Jindi almost puts an end to a person who has almost prevented emotional changes, and at this moment he also moves stiffly, looking up and down Yan Zhaoge.

This is much better than the last time he fought him in the upper realm!

“Wu Sage tenth level, immortal?” Heiyi Jindi felt that Yan Zhaoge was all over his acupuncture points to see the gods, and his body felt like a real universe: “So fast?! This is better than he was promoted from the eighth layer of Wusheng to the nineth level of Wusheng. Even shorter!”

“And this strength… Chen Qianhua is far inferior to him!”

In the memory of Emperor Jin in Hei Yi, whether it was witnessed or heard or heard.

The person in front of him is probably the strongest person in the world, the strongest Martial Saint, among the people he knows!