Yan Zhaoge stepped on the void and stood behind Qing Shuzi. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He stretched out a hand, his two fingers standing together like a sword, and his fingertips poked at Qingshuzi's temple.

The fierce sword slashed through his brain, piercing Qingshuzi's head and rushing out of the other temple.

This powerhouse at the peak of the Martial Saint Ninefold Realm died in the Jiuqu Yellow River Array.

In the entire upper realm, Qingshuzi is recognized as the master who has the most hope of ascending to the supreme realm of the human world in a short period of time.

With his age, the potential he has shown can even be expected to be the emperor.

is not only the current strength to win, but also its future is also above Peng He, Zhang Shuren, Guan Lide and others.

But life is impermanent, the sword has no eyes, today's war, dust to dust, soil to earth, no matter how great the future, it is all empty.

Yan Zhao Ge looked at Qingshuzi's lifeless body that fell down from mid-air, and shook his head slightly.

His figure also fell downward, and the murky waters of the Yellow River below parted.

There, Zhang Shuren was suppressed by the Sun Seal, and could only barely support it, but he could no longer push the Sun Seal.

Constantly eroded by the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, his cultivation strength continued to fall, and he became more and more powerless.

At this time, when he saw Qingshuzi's body fall and fall into the water, he couldn't help but feel sad and desperate in his heart.

Immediately after, Yan Zhaoge's face appeared in front of him.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it......" Zhang Shuren was calm at the moment, but he just shook his head again and again: "You killed Li Jin's nephew, helped Southeast Jinting Mountain capture Wang Hui's nephew, and ruined the good thing that Zhaohui brought back the phoenix bone, at that time, no one in the sect thought that things would eventually develop to today's result." ”

"It's only been more than six years, less than seven years......"

Yan Zhaoge was calmer, as if he was gossiping with Zhang Shuren: "It's longer than that, there are about three years or so, and Yan is in a lower realm where the flow of time is faster than that of the upper realm. ”

"For me, from the time I killed your disciple to now, a total of about eleven or two years have passed. ”

Zhang Shuren sighed: "Eleventh or second year...... Haha, it's eleven or two years! Compared to you, I'm a dead person, and I've really lived to a dog for the rest of my life. ”

"But you don't have to be complacent, the green tree that just died in your hands often makes people feel this way. ”

The old man's figure was rickety at this moment, and he was more and more overwhelmed.

But on his face, there was only indifference at the moment: "The murderer is always killed, the strong are more powerful, you are stronger than us, you kill us, but there are always people stronger than you, and it depends on whose hands you die!"

The sun above turned into a glorious sun, and on the dim Yellow River Jiuqu, it was dazzling.

But the blazing sunlight also turned into a flame of destruction, gradually engulfing Zhang Shuren's body.

Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "At least it's not you." ”

Zhang Shuren's body was engulfed by the glorious sun.

A clear phoenix roared from the embers of the flames, and a figure gradually reappeared.

Yan Zhaoge didn't look closely, he just slapped it down.

Under normal circumstances, after rebirth, the strength of a person's cultivation is the same as before rebirth, and it is not just as simple as saving life.

However, at this moment, he was reborn in the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, and the bad effects suffered by the Jiuqu Yellow River Array before also existed.

After Nirvana, Zhang Shuren's cultivation strength was still consumed, and it was only about the same level as when he was in the Martial Saint Sevenfold Realm.

Yan Zhaoge's palm fell, and Zhang Shuren's four virtues added his body to urge the Wutong Divine Palm, which was also difficult to resist.

This old man of Wutong Slope in Fengyi Mountain also followed in the footsteps of his fellow Peng He and died in the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation.

The wind gusted, the black fog covered the sky, and only the turbid dark Yellow River water was turbulent.

The almost shattered Riding Wind Boat completely disintegrated at this moment.

The fragments of wood from the disintegration of the ship floated on the surface of the river, but as the waves undulated, they all sank and were swallowed up by the river.

On the ship, Lan Daoren, Yuan Xiancheng, and other southern warriors were drowsy, and they were drowned by the Yellow River along with the wreck, and disappeared.

Yuan Xiancheng's phoenix clone refined with his left eye has another chance to achieve nirvana.

But at this moment, it will also lose its meaning.

Yan Zhaoge stepped on the turbid waves and watched all this quietly.

Ah Hu, Xia Guang, and Pan Pan appeared beside him, their expressions different.

Xia Guang looked at Yan Zhaoge at this moment, in addition to envy and yearning, he was a little more fanatical and a little awe-inspiring.

Pan Pan shrank his body, and lay beside Yan Zhaoge quite doggedly, rubbing him.

Ah Hu followed Yan Zhaoge's appearance, and said while touching his chin: "Seeing the Divine Martial Saint killing three Martial Saints of the Ninefold Realm of the Immortal Bridge Late Martial Saint, it is unique throughout the ages!"

"Childe, you're really having a big deal this time. It's hard to move the world without fame. ”

Yan Zhaoge smiled, clasped his palms together in front of his chest, and then formed a magic trick together.

The gusts of wind began to subside, and the vast black fog dissipated.

The dusk water of the river began to recede, revealing the world of Fangyuan Mountain again.

The water returned to the river, and the river continued to flow from north to south.

Everything that had changed before, as if it had never happened.

Seeing the light of day again, Yan Zhaoge turned his head to look east.

There, the sword light lit up, and several figures appeared.

The person at the head is a white-haired old woman, Yan Zhaoge is also familiar with it, it is the Southeast Yang Heavenly Realm Jinting Mountain Qisu, the Martial Saint Jiuzhong, the powerhouse of the late Xianqiao Realm, and the Southeast Sword Baulet.

Wutong Slope has Zhang Shuren sitting on the border of Fangyuan Mountain, and the adjacent Huangji Sea, Jinting Mountain naturally has strong people stationed.

Over the years, most of the time, it has been the old lady in front of you.

Yan Zhaoge has a friendly relationship with Jin Tingshan, and he is also very familiar with the southeast sword.

Although her temperament is rigorous, Jian Mu also appreciates Yan Zhaoge's talent and talent, and is quite optimistic about this new young man.

It's just that at this moment, when she saw Yan Zhaoge, she was still surprised.

She was also paying attention to the movements on Fang Yuanshan's side at all times, and suddenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong here, so she hurriedly brought someone to check.

As soon as I arrived at the border, I saw that the clouds were gloomy and bleak in front of me, and the wind was howling, and I couldn't see the situation inside at all.

Zhang Shuren's Wutong Qi Phoenix Formation was very familiar to the Southeast Sword Mother, but the situation in front of her made her feel unfamiliar.

I tried to enter, but I was dizzy and almost stuck inside.

The distant and ancient name of the Jiuqu Yellow River Array appeared in his mind, and the southeast sword couldn't help but be even more surprised.

She couldn't figure out who was in front of her, so she could only wait and see what was happening without provoking her.

Finally, the formation gradually dispersed.

Jian Mu is also a resolute and resolute person, and directly led people to cross the border line and enter the ground of the Southern Yantian Realm.

Who knows it's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, everyone is on the spot.

Only Yan Zhaoge arched his hand at them with a smile as if he was fine: "Grandma Jian, long time no see." ”