History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 33. Chapter 33 33. Slap yourself!

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Under the control of Xiao Sheng, the puppet of Da Ri Saint flew up and down like a phantom.

It is like the setting sun, and the last light turns into thousands of sights, poignant and unpredictable.

Thousands of magic palms in the afterglow of the sunset.

Da Ri Shengzong preached the martial arts, and together with the palm of the Zhongtian God, they are juxtaposed with the Seven Da Ri laws.

It is a martial art that is rarely known for its changes in moves.

Xiao Sheng has been immersed in this martial arts for many years, and he has gained the true meaning of it.

It is because many of the elders of the same school whose cultivation base is better than him, their attainments and understanding in this martial art are not as good as him.

Inspired by Xiao Shenggang’s aura, that puppet, like a living warrior, actually interprets this varied constitution to the fullest.

“Manipulating puppets is still the case, if Xiao Sheng himself made it, what would it be like?”

The Guangchengshan disciples who watched the battle felt bitter in their mouths, and their palms gradually began to sweat.

Yan Zhaoge’s eyes did not look at the puppet of the Da Ri Sage, but at Xiao Sheng’s palm that manipulated the puppet.

In the face of a fierce enemy, Mr. Dong’s puppet has nothing to do with it, just cut it out!

In the eyes of everyone, the original dull puppets seem to be transformed into a supernatural dragon, flying up into the sky, breaking through the illusion created by the evening sun.

The cyan glow is aroused, like a real dragon shaking its armour, spreading across the world.

The illusions are all broken open, like a dream bubble.

Although the wooden weapon in Mr. Dong’s hand is a sword, Yan Zhaoge uses a sword instead of a sword. The sword skills of the blue dragon in one sleeve are still at the peak, dissolving Xiao Sheng’s afterglow and thousands of magic palms.

The disciples of Guangchengshan cheered in unison.

Xiao Sheng’s mouth showed a cruel smile.

“Do you think I am Chao Yuanlong’s stupid bull who can only be brute force?”

With that said, Xiao Sheng’s manipulation of the puppets has changed more complicatedly, and all the subtle changes in the afterglow of the thousand phantom palms have unfolded.

Inspired by the qi, the puppet of the saint dari rolled up a faint stream of light, just like the afterglow of the setting sun, and once again enveloped Mr. Dong.

This time, in addition to the unpredictable and unpredictable and ever-changing scenery, the illusion is more desperate.

When the sunset returns to the mountain, the earth is about to step into the dark night, and there is only the last ray of sunset on the horizon.

It will be futile to let the world stay and give up.

Should come, will come after all!

The deep martial arts true meaning of Qianhuan Palm in the afterglow of the sunset was vividly interpreted by Xiao Sheng at this moment.

The afterglow of the setting sun was like a cage of despair, covering Mr. Dong’s puppet.

The sword power of the blue dragon in the sleeves of Yan Zhaoge is like a dragon flying in the sky.

But at this time, he could only stare wide-eyed and watch the sun set, unable to undo the changes in this natural celestial phenomenon.

The cyan sword light was dimmed in an instant, and the daylight was misty. In front of everyone watching the battle, they saw the sudden darkness that swallowed the two puppets together.

Xiao Sheng smiled and said, “What should fall will fall eventually.”

“Reminiscences are nothing but futile!”

His anger was shocked, and the palms of the Dahi Sage Puppet had already hit the chest and abdomen of Mr. Dong’s puppet!

“Haha…” Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene, and cold light suddenly burst into his eyes.

At the same time, Mr. Dong’s puppet twisted his body suddenly and his wrist shook!

The wooden sword shrank, and the puppet’s body was clumped.

The original sharpness was revealed, but suddenly he fell back to nothing.

It was as if the sword was in its sheath, and it was as if a real dragon flying above the nine heavens, digging into the clouds.

Blue dragon in the sleeve, Yunlong hidden sword style!

The smile on Xiao Sheng’s face closed, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Uncomfortable, unhappy, like a man on the back!

Yan Zhaoge manipulated Mr. Dong in a Tibetan sword style. At this moment, Xiao Sheng only felt that the other party disappeared without a trace in front of him.

Obviously he was still there, but the palm he was determined to win was lost!

“Small bugs, clown tricks!” Xiao Sheng exclaimed, his rough voice even a little sharp.

He manipulated the Dahi Sage Puppet, and also forcibly closed his palm, condensed without sending out, carefully perceiving the existence of his opponent.

Just after catching the faint trace of meaning, Mr. Dong’s body has already stretched out loud!

It was like a cloud group that was pierced by thunder, and the sharp sword’s edge broke out, and the target was directed at the saint of the day.

It’s like a dragon diving into the cloud and suddenly popping its head!

Like the carbine in the martial arts of the secular battle formation, drag the knife to kill the enemy by surprise.

Xiao Sheng grinned, his hands that were condensed and unrelenting also broke out, just in time for Yan Zhaoge’s attack.

“I caught you this time!”

I was still thinking about it, but I was stunned to see Yan Zhaoge on the opposite side. The sword power that had rushed into the sky once again suddenly disappeared without a trace!

It’s another Tibetan sword style!

Cloud Dragon Hidden Sword Style, where reality and emptiness are intertwined, movement and stillness are in harmony, like a dragon hiding its head, hidden in the clouds, without a trace, without a sign!

Xiao Sheng’s afterglow thousand phantom palms completely fell through!

And the next moment, the blazing blue sword light lit up, sweeping across the sky, tearing the night apart, and letting the light return to the earth!

“When the sun goes down, it will rise again as usual. The clouds will cover your eyes for a while, and eventually the clouds will disappear and the sky will be seen again.”

Yanzhao Geman said with a smile, replacing the sword with a sword, and Mr. Dong’s blade pointed directly at the chest of the saint Dari!

Xiao Sheng’s pupils shrank, but it was too late to manipulate the Da Ri Sage Puppet to escape.

The invisible air currents flashing metal luster, circulating on the Dahi Sage Puppet.

The Gang Qi defense was raised to the extreme, and he bit his scalp to block Mr. Dong’s blow.

But on Mr. Dong’s blade, the sharp green light flashed with metallic luster.

At this moment, the wooden knife seemed to be transformed into a real steel long sword, forcibly breaking through the opponent’s gas defense, and piercing the chest of the Dahi Sage Puppet!

“Humph!”

Xiao Sheng snorted coldly and slapped his palms, and the qi on the puppet of Da Ri saint suddenly skyrocketed!

The Dahi Sage Puppet itself shattered first, and the wooden knife that pierced it was also shattered.

This power extended along the wooden knife to Mr. Dong’s puppet. The body of Mr. Dong’s puppet suddenly shattered together!

Yan Zhaoge didn’t feel annoyed, retracted his palms, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Xiao Sheng leisurely.

Xiao Sheng stared at Yan Zhaoge, his eyes were already narrowed, and his sinister gaze flickered in it.

There was a big beard on his face, shaking with his heavy breathing.

Although not like Chao Yuanlong, who had lost his face and lost all his underwear, Xiao Sheng was also irritated at the moment, and his face was hot.

He chose the method of competition, but in the end he fouled and broke the ring first, just like slapped himself.

He had already lost a tie that seemed to die.

Yan Zhaoge squinted at Xiao Sheng and shrugged his shoulders: “Actually, I agree with you that people really shouldn’t live in the past.”

“Based on the present, focusing on the future is the right truth.”

What he meant, how could Xiao Sheng couldn’t hear it?

Xiao Sheng stared at Yan Zhaoge and slowly nodded: “Yan Zhaoge, you are fine.”

“I admit that I underestimated you before, but it doesn’t matter, let’s come, day, square, long!”

After that, Xiao Sheng turned around and left without saying more.

Yan Zhaoge chuckled, “The more time goes by, the less you will think so.”