History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1277. Chapter 1252 Chapter 1251. Starting today, your eight heavens become seven heavens

“Yuankeng side? Not necessarily.” Yan Zhaoge instantly arrived in front of He Mian: “The last time Yanmou left the words behind the disciples of the noble school, it was for you and your majesty Yundi, not long ago. Ever?”

“It’s just that it’s not as close as it is now.”

While speaking, Yan Zhaoge reached out and grabbed the Xuanxiao Purple Gold Furnace, and immediately stopped He Mian’s retreating figure.

“I haven’t played against each other, it’s natural fate.” He Mian’s eyes were golden, and the red light flew directly from the pupils of both eyes.

As if there was no time interval at all, the scarlet sword light instantly arrived in front of Yan Zhaoge.

As soon as He Mian made a sword, the sword light continued.

His sword was faster than the sword, and red light flashed in every area and corner of the void, flying around.

Tens of millions of sword lights slashed at Yan Zhaoge at the same time.

“The high-grade sacred soldier is of no use to you, but if it is a sword weapon that you personally refine, it is more or less better than empty-handed.” Yan Zhaoge said indifferently: “Draw the sword, I will use it empty-handed. Sword, not to despise you.”

He held the Xuanxiao Purple Gold Furnace in one hand, raised the other hand, and struck forward with a flat punch.

In an instant, in every corner of the void universe, Yan Zhaoge’s fists were everywhere!

Every moment the scarlet sword light was lit, an iron fist fell, extinguishing the sword light.

As soon as countless sword lights were lit, countless fists knocked down, making them extinguished before they had time to bloom.

Before it really started, it was over to see the end.

He Mian’s attainments in the Sutra of Immortal Sword Sutra were already extremely advanced, and the sword cut time and space.

His sword is everywhere, no matter when, no matter where the opponent is, he can’t escape, no matter how fast he is, he can’t avoid it.

However, Yan Zhaoge’s fists always come first, as if they were waiting there in advance, waiting for He Mian’s sword light to appear, and then smashed a punch before it really took off!

Xianxianjian ignores the limitations of space, beyond time, it is almost impossible to be faster.

But Yan Zhaoge’s fist, at this moment, seemed to blur the concept of time, and punched from a higher level.

As if there is before the beginning of time and space, and as if the ending of all time and space, waiting for work with ease.

He Mian felt as if he had drawn his sword out of its sheath. Just halfway through, someone hit his hilt with a punch, dropped the long sword that had just drawn half of its blade, and smashed it back into the scabbard again. .

Cutting off time and space, the “fast” sword in the world that can no longer be defined in half the sense of speed, it was beaten at this moment so that it was impossible to draw a sword, unable to draw a sword!

“…Fifth Innate, too easy!” He Mian snorted, his eyes full of red light.

He finally let go of the Xuanxiao Purple Gold Furnace.

But it didn’t mean to retreat.

The figure of the young man with disheveled robes was spinning in mid-air.

The blue and red sword light flickered in the void, and finally avoided Yan Zhaoge’s Taiyi Fist.

In addition to the Sinister Sword Sutra, He Mian has even practiced the Zhuxian Sword Sutra!

The Zhuxian Sword, the first of the four Lingbao swords, breaks ten thousand magic with one sword, and destroys the heavens and ten thousand ways!

Although he couldn’t break the fist of Yan Zhaoge’s Tai Yi, Qing Mang resisted Yan Zhaoge’s fist everywhere, reappearing the long river of time.

In the long river rushing, red light flew everywhere, as if a dragon enters the sea, the tiger returns to the mountains, and finally liberated.

“Well, not only has the sword of Zhu Xian been cultivated, but also the swords of Zhu Xian and Xian Xian can be produced together. As expected, there are no imaginary scholars under the reputation.” Yan Zhaoge praised.

The Shangqing Zhuxian Sword and the Yuqing Book of Heaven were all difficult to practice.

Insufficiency of martial artist’s talent and understanding is not just a problem of not being able to practice, but even being torn apart from his own soul, putting his life in danger.

He Mian succeeded in cultivating the Zhuxian Sword, and he was able to produce both of the Zhuxian Sword and the Immortal Sword at the same time. With this one move, he was worthy of the name of Tianjiao.

He didn’t have a proud look on his face, but was full of solemnity and concentration.

As soon as the sword art was drawn, countless red sword lights appeared everywhere, crisscrossed crisscrossed in bundles, connected into pieces, and instantly transformed into a huge sword formation!

When the sword formation appeared, Yan Zhaoge was already surrounded.

The entire sword formation revolved, and instantly wiped out the time and space of this corner of the universe in the Dandian Hall into nothingness!

“I heard about the line of Grey Linggu, the combination of swordsmanship and formation, and the mystery is endless. I saw it today and lived up to the prestige.”

Yan Zhaoge’s voice sounded, and then the terrifying power of Pei Ran Mo Yu burst out from the Crimson Sword Array.

The twelve light wheels hovered behind Yan Zhaoge, and he punched out, and the gloom disappeared while the faint and chaotic light swayed, leaving only endless light.

Then, the light shattered and the avenue collapsed!

A fierce and violent broken big bright fist, exploding from the inside, and the terrorist force swept outward, blocking the encirclement and suppression of He Mian sword formation, and shattering the entire sword formation!

Yan Zhaoge’s fist, still unhurried, unwavering, struck towards He Mian.

He Mian’s gaze was extremely solemn, his left hand pinched the sword tactics and set it up on his chest, and his right hand held his two fingers together like a sword, pointing forward.

Between the red light flashing, the green light reappeared.

In addition to this, there are impressively black sword auras, like silk threads, wrapped around it.

Slaughter the fairy sword!

For the Lingbao Four Swords, He Mian not only cultivated the Zhuxian Sword and the Sinking Sword, but even the Slaughter Sword.

Moreover, he can not only achieve two swords at once, but also three swords at once.

The three swords of punish, slaughter, and trap are all out, and the boundless hostility is surging, and the world seems to be the end of the world, turning into a dead place!

“No wonder, no wonder…” Yan Zhaoge kept his punching posture unchanged: “No wonder you have kept the name of the’Eight Heaven Supreme’, and you really have a bit of confidence to fight with Uncle Long.”

At this moment, his fist suddenly changed again.

The crimson sword light emerged, the luster turned dark, and turned into dark red, becoming more and more fierce.

Yan Zhaoge’s fist seemed to be plated with a dark red.

Between the punches, the intent of the fist was still attached to the sword intent of the immortal sword.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of black sword aura appeared, and it was densely wrapped around Yan Zhaoge’s arm like a silk thread.

A thread cut through the void, as if the vitality of countless lives was cut off.

At this moment, countless black lines criss-cross, full of life.

Finally, in addition to the black line and red light, more cyan sword lights emerged, which were invincible and unfavorable.

The green mansions are as if they are unraveling the cow, cutting and dissecting all the truths in the world, so that they no longer exist.

The red light in He Mian’s eyes skyrocketed, showing a look of shock.

Between Yan Zhaoge’s punches, the meaning of sword is implied, which makes it difficult to tell whether a punch is a sword.

And his attack, surprisingly, the three spirit treasures were all out!

“However, regardless of whether you and Uncle Long will still fight, after today, your name of’Eight Heavenly Sovereign’ will be changed to’Seven Heavens’ first.”

Zhuxian is against Zhuxian, trapped by immortal, and slaughtered by immortal.

Three swords versus three swords, Yan Zhaoge forcibly settled He Mian’s sword intent storm like the end of the world.

Then, between the auras, his fist seemed to be transformed into an axe or not an axe, like a pennant, like a broken bamboo, splitting the storm in front of him.

Yan Zhaoge hit He Mian’s heart with a fist, knocking the prince of the Shang Qing Dynasty Tianjiao directly and flying away!