History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1512. Chapter 1479 1478

Although the glorious sea of clouds shattered and turned into streams of light flying around, but the brilliance quickly turned, tracing arcs in the void, like a dragon, turning to Yan Zhaoge to continue to pounce.

“Haha, Meng Zhang Cang Yunlu.” As soon as Yan Zhaoge touched the glorious sea of clouds, he knew.

The Meng Zhang Zhe is the Azure Dragon, the head of the Four Spirits, also known as the God Sovereign of Meng Zhang.

Just as Suzaku is also called Lingguang God Sovereign, this is a Taoist appellation for the Four Spirits.

Before the Great Shattered, there was a unique book called Ling Guangfei Immortal Book, which inherited the Taoist artistic conception of Lingguang God.

The martial arts practiced by Xian Ting Tianjun is called Meng Zhang Cangyun Lu, which explains the power and mood of the former God of Meng Zhang.

There is no connection between the orthodoxy of the two sides, but because they both try to figure out the image of the four spirits, they have always been called together.

Before the Great Destruction, in the Library of the Heavenly Palace Shrine, these two geniuses were included.

Although Yan Zhaoge hadn’t practiced this method before, he had read it, so he recognized it immediately when he saw the other party making a move.

“Compared to the Meng Zhang Cangyun Lu before the Great Disappearance, there are still some development and progress. For the martial artist from Xianting, it is really rare.” Yan Zhaoge was amazed, and had free time to experience the changes in the opponent’s martial arts.

Although he was admiring, the Yanzhao singer didn’t slow down at all. He used the sword to refer to the sword and walked around.

The blue dragon bleeds blood, and the purple red light suddenly spread all over the sun.

The light dragons were immediately beheaded!

For a time, in the void, there were fragments of broken dragon bodies that were cut off everywhere.

The stern dragon roar and bloody hostility permeated the universe, and this universe seemed to turn into a bloody hell.

The light dragon was beheaded, and the broken dragon body turned into countless slivers of light flowing away.

This time, these light streams could not continue to divide, as if real creatures could no longer be resurrected after being beheaded.

The scattered light stream spread out, making everyone seem to be shrouded in light and fog, without seeing the edge.

In the mist, a middle-aged Taoist figure gradually emerged.

“This swordsmanship…” The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Yan Zhaoge with a look of shock.

“Oh, this is Yan Mou’s own swordsmanship, named…” Yan Zhaoge smiled very brightly: “Zhan Qinglong.”

When the middle-aged Taoist priest heard this, his face suddenly became black.

He put his palms together, suddenly boosted his strength, and then pushed forward.

The light and fog in the sky all turned into blue at this moment.

Between the flashing blue light, auspicious clouds reappeared, and then the sound of dragons rang, shaking the universe.

A blue dragon peeked out of the cloud while roaring, and rushed towards Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge was about to move, but saw this azure azure dragon, its whole body scales open and close together.

At this moment, every piece of dragon scale seemed to be transformed into a treasure mirror, thousands of dragon scales were like thousands of treasure mirrors, and countless mirror lights shone out from it, criss-crossing.

Between the road, the road, the mirror and the light, an enchantment quickly formed, covering and suppressing Yan Zhaoge, making him seem to have thousands of chains on his body, restraining his movements.

And while the blue dragon roared, the real dragon probed its claws, picked the stars and took the moon, blocking Yan Zhaoge’s sight.

Yan Zhaoge smiled loudly, standing still, air currents emerged all over his body, covering his whole body.

In an instant, his whole person seemed to be transformed into an axe, not a flag.

Opening up the world, the magnificent artistic conception of the leather tripod’s good fortune is revealed, sweeping in all directions, breaking the azure barrier that envelopes oneself.

His body shook, and the illusory open sky banner was shaking, and the Canglong’s claws suddenly couldn’t move forward.

Yan Zhaoge did not hurry, stretched out his left hand, over the stiff dragon claw, directly pressed on the dragon head!

It is extremely huge, resembling the dragon head of the ancient sacred mountain, in front of the palm of Yan Zhaoge, it seems to shrink instantly.

In the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, he saw the palm of Yan Zhaoge’s stretched out instantly becoming bigger and covering the world.

Canglong’s dragon head was grasped by Yan Zhaoge with one hand, and suddenly couldn’t move.

Allow his huge body to twist, disturb the void, sweep the universe, a tail and even smash many small stars, but he can’t break free from the palm of Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge calmly watched as a long-thousand-mile dragon struggling between his palms. He raised his right hand calmly, eating two fingers side by side, like a sword.

Seeing Yan Zhaoge lifting his sword, Canglong couldn’t help but struggle more violently.

But everything was in vain. He could only watch the butcher knife fall towards him, getting closer and closer!

The sword of the slashing dragon reappeared, and the sword light flashed across the world in the void.

It is as if the top of the sacred mountain broke and collapsed, and the huge dragon head was cut off by Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge held Canglong’s first level in his left hand, and continued to move forward with the sword in his right hand.

The purple red Li Mang cut through the blue light, revealing the figure of a middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest finally showed a look of horror.

He didn’t dare to stay, turned and turned into a blue light, and tried to fly away.

This turn around is tantamount to selling his back to Yan Zhaoge, and the sword of slashing Qinglong must be cut on him without any barriers.

However, this Xian Ting Tianjun also had his own plan, and he was preparing to take Yan Zhaoge a sword in order to get a chance to escape.

Yan Zhaoge’s sword of slashing the blue dragon is fierce and brutal, and Xuanxianxiangang can’t break his five-qi Zhaoyuan body.

But if the entanglement continues, he may be suppressed and captured alive!

In just a few rounds, he has clearly felt the gap between himself and Yan Zhaoge.

What’s more, Long Xingquan, Yan Di and others are nearby.

God knows if there will be any Yuanxian passed down by other Dao Sects at this point. When that happens, his life will really be in danger.

So the middle-aged Taoist priest made a decisive decision and retreated immediately.

At this moment, he was relying on his realm to suppress people, seeking opportunities from Xuanyuan, and he couldn’t take care of it for a long time.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the sword light coming behind him seemed to change.

The murderous intent is no longer, but it is even more lofty and far-reaching.

However, this profound and infinite sword intent made the middle-aged Taoist’s heart suddenly chill, and it was more threatening than the sword of slashing the dragon!

After being swiped by the sword light, his figure suddenly froze.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was full of illusions and visions. He only felt as if he had fallen from the clouds.

His five spirits are broken!

Although it was only a moment, but at this moment, the fierce second sword slashed!

Li Mang flickered, the middle-aged Taoist screamed, and his body was directly cut into two parts!

Yan Zhao Ge took a leisurely pace to follow behind, and then stepped forward, with the five fingers of his left hand tightly, the first stage of the Canglong he was holding shattered and disappeared.

Then he stretched out his hand to catch the middle-aged Taoist priest who had not yet died but was still struggling.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was lingering and panting, with extreme pain and blood dripping with blood. The Xianjia’s five qi reunited, faintly transforming the Xianyuan, protecting his life, even if he was cut in the waist, he could not die.

But when Yan Zhaoge stretched out his hand and suppressed it with his strength, the middle-aged Taoist priest could not live as well as die!