History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 284. #277-Chapter 277

Faced with the gray clouds and mist that once again obscured the sky, Yan Di’s expression remained unchanged, and he slashed out!

The majestic, infinite sword intent, powerfully cut through the gray clouds.

Faced with Yan Di’s Immeasurable Heavenly Sword, the misty and uncertain dark cloud could hardly maintain the previously unpredictable mystery state.

It was as if Yan Di was slashed to the earth with a single knife, and became within reach again.

In the face of such a tyrannical terrorist offensive, Yuan Tian snorted coldly, and while waving his hands, a gray whip suddenly appeared.

The long whip wandered around, unpredictable in conjunction with the dark clouds.

From that gray whip, a powerful spirit wave and power mood was created, but it was a high-grade spirit soldier.

Although he is not a sage soldier, Yuan Tian has a whip in his hand, and his aura is different. The true meaning of his own martial arts is consistent with the spiritual power of the weapon, and they are mutually reinforcing, and they immediately exert amazing power.

Yan Di let out a clear whistle, and made a knife motion with his palm in the air.

A purple long knife suddenly fell into his palm, and when his wrist was turned over, it was cut out with a single knife.

The power of the saint soldier Taiqing robe is not only blessed on Yan Di’s body, but also in harmony with Yan Di’s high-grade spiritual soldier Tiandao Longyao.

With Yan Di’s knife, the clouds receded, and Yuan Tian’s whip in his hand made a whine like a life.

Yuan Tian’s expression did not fluctuate, and he did not see any shame. The long whip in his hand spread out, as if a long dragon hovering in the sky.

The dark cloud completely turned into a sea of clouds, covering a radius of thousands of miles, covering Yuan Tian’s figure.

Only the black billowing whip shuttled back and forth in the clouds, like a dragon peeking its head, peeking at Yan Di below.

A series of dark thunder fell from the sky, dense like rain.

At the center of the dark clouds, a huge vortex once again formed, spreading across a wide range, as if filling the sky.

On the ground below, Yan Zhaoge and others stood in the ancestral home of the Yan family, looking up, as if the sky above their heads, as far as the horizon in the distance, was all shrouded in dark clouds and whirlpools.

When I looked up, it was as if the entire sky was spinning.

When the earth was turbulent, everything and broken earth and rocks began to float in the air, seeming to be absorbed and swallowed by the vortex of the sky.

Looking around, the entire Yunzhen County seemed to be turned over by Yuan Tian.

Only the place where Yan Di stood, and the Yan family ancestor’s house under his body, remained safe and sound.

Naturally, Yan Di would not sit back and watch Yuan Tian wreak havoc on the boundary of Tianzhong Continent. In addition to the Yan family in Yunzhen County, there are countless creatures living here.

He held the Heavenly Sword Dragon Dragon in his right hand, flipped his left hand, and slapped it towards the ground.

Yan Di’s left hand once again manifested the image of King Kong, the light of colored glaze.

The unshakable strong will, in harmony with the Taiqing robe, the brilliance of black and yellow, is solemn and heavy, and suppresses the ground below.

Dao Dao Qing Qi filled the fields, seemingly inconspicuous like the air, but it instantly immobilized the surrounding world.

At the same time, Yan Di’s right hand slashed upwards, the magnificent sword smashed the sky and the earth, straight into the sky!

Yan Di smashed into the huge vortex in the sky with an immeasurable sky sword.

As the vortex turns, the black light dragon undulates, smashing Yan Di’s knife to pieces.

But that seemed to gather the boundless mighty power of the surrounding heaven and earth together for blessing, and the infinite power of the sword always stood firm.

The light of the knife is not broken, and between the flashes, it is the vortex that the dark cloud turns, which starts to vibrate constantly, as if gradually tending to disintegrate.

Yuan Tian was frustrated, his will was not shaken, and he still fought with Yan Di.

He didn’t fight with Yan Di’s Immeasurable Heavenly Sword, but settled down and entangled with Yan Di in a wandering way.

Facing Yan Di and Tai Qing Pao, the dignified Saint Realm powerhouse actually took such a method, and it is inevitable that he still feels disappointed.

But Yuan Tian didn’t care. Although his magic skills were also weird and domineering, they weren’t suitable for reckless fighting compared to Wuliang Tiandao.

Yan Di’s Immeasurable Heavenly Sword opened and closed, domineering, and constantly head-on with it, which was quite unwise to Yuan Tian.

What’s more, Yan Di’s Taiqing robe has skyrocketed in strength, but Yan Di is not a real martial sage after all, and it costs a lot to control the sage.

Correspondingly, the most critical issue is that Yan Di and Tai Qingpao leave Guangcheng Mountain. The longer it takes, the greater the danger of Guangcheng Mountain itself!

As long as Yan Di is delayed here for a long time, as far as Yuan Tian is concerned, it is already a victory.

In the dark clouds, Yuan Tian’s eyes were cold and he looked at Yan Di calmly, without any irritation or anxiety on his face.

What only made Yuan Tian feel vigilant in his heart was that Yan Di was also as stable as a mountain, not in a hurry.

Yan Di was indeed not in a hurry, and while slashing the sword, the black cloud vortex above his head was almost completely destroyed, while quietly asking, “Zhao Ge, how are you preparing?”

In the Yan family mansion below, Yan Zhaoge stood in the back house ancestral hall, and the guardian formation of the ancestral house was running to its limit.

Yan Zhaoge is standing on the core hub of the formation, with a stone pillar standing beside it, but it is the pillar of the palace.

The restoration of the pillars of the shrine to its original size will break the roof of the Yan Family Ancestral Hall. Therefore, Yan Zhaoge controlled its size and controlled its height to about three meters, allowing it to be erected in the ancestral hall.

“Everything is ready.” Yan Zhaoge said with a smile.

Yuan Tian frowned. He had already tested the power of the Yan family’s ancestral home to guard the great formation.

Don’t say it was to deal with him, the great master of the Yuanfu realm, many can be regarded as nothing.

Even if Yan Zhaoge is a wizard, the gap between the two sides is too far at this moment.

It is impossible to say how much help these things can bring to Yan Di. For the current battle situation, it is only a drop in the bucket.

At this moment, the battle of the holy realm is not something that Yan Zhaoge and the other Yan family can intervene. If it were not for Yan Di’s protection, just the aftermath of the fight would be enough to smooth out Yunzhen County, and even toppling the world of thousands of miles.

However, the keen intuition of Zongheng for many years is telling Yuan Tian that it is really dangerous!

Yuan Tian, whose thoughts flashed a few times in his mind, suddenly withdrew and backed away!

But at this moment, Yan Di slashed out with a single knife, the magnificent sword was light and refined, and the Wuliang Tiandao was not blindly fierce.

The soft light of the knife seemed to meander like a long river, attracting the dark clouds in the sky, making Yuan Tian unable to retreat immediately.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Tian knew everything in his mind. Knowing that the situation was not good, he had to retreat before making plans.

But in the Yan Family Ancestral Temple below, Yan Zhaoge paid a salute to the elders and walked around the pillars of the temple. With every step, he punched the pillars of the temple at the same time.

After nine consecutive steps and nine punches, Yan Zhaoge’s fist shook the pillars of the temple, and the stone pillars lit up with dazzling brilliance.

Yan Zhaoge’s forehead was lit up with a mark of runes.

The Yan family’s ancestral home guarded the great formation, shining a brighter light than ever before.

Yan Di, who fought Yuan Tian in mid-air, had a rune mark on his forehead.

On the ground, a thick light pattern illuminates, and it extends rapidly to the northeast. Where the light illuminates, the boundaries of space seem to be blurring.

Yan Di’s knife light absorbed Yuan Tian, and the figures of the two of them gradually became blurred in the void.