Chapter 583

Before his death, Yang Zhanhua's face was still full of shock.

He couldn't figure out how Yan Zhaoge dared to kill him. He dared to kill him in front of his peers!

If Yan Zhaoge kills him secretly and then hides, he doesn't think Yan Zhaoge can escape death, but he can understand his behavior.

But now Yan Zhaoge deliberately kept him, and only after his classmates arrived did he make a move.

If Yang wants to come, it's not a matter of audacity, but craziness.

"How dare he do that? What is his strength to do so? Why does he do this? "

Rao is Yang Zhanhua, who was born in Guangming school, has a profound cultivation and is well-informed. At the moment, he only feels absurd and unbelievable.

With the martial saint? Yes, that's right. It's a dual realm of martial saint. It's very powerful and has more Saint soldiers.

With that weird bamboo? Yes, that's right. Yang Zhanhua hasn't seen such a strange treasure in his life. It's the same as fighting the gray grandson.

With this dragon filled palace? Yes, it's true that this palace can be used to trap the warrior in the dual realm of martial saint for a short time.

But all of this, together, is not enough to support a person to make such a crazy decision!

All of these, can we do anything to get a strong one of the three realms of martial saint, are still unknown, let alone three?

Yang Zhanhua feels that his life is passing, and his pupils are losing luster and focus.

The last scene in his vision is to see three figures in the distance through the open door of the Dragon hall.

Like Jin Jie, Liu Feng is the guest Qing of Guangming sect, not the direct descendant of Guangming sect. However, his amazing accomplishments are enough to run rampant in the eight polar world.

SUN Hao, the powerful of the three realms of the martial saint, is the lineal orthodox of the Guangming clan. He practices the sun moon Jiaotai method, which is one of the lineal lineages of the Guangming clan, and the Guangming Changzhao method he practices. He is incomparable.

Deng Sen, the powerful of the four realms of wusheng and his own lineal martial uncle, is stronger than Liu Feng and SUN Hao.

Yang Zhanhua believes that Yandi in the East China Sea has a rumor that the first level of wusheng is comparable to the third level of wusheng. As long as Deng Sen takes the lead, the other side will not be able to turn over.

Yang Zhanhua can't imagine how Yan Zhaoge can resist such three strong players.

But it has nothing to do with him.

The spear of Beiming completely destroys his vitality!

After Jin Jie, another warrior, Yang Zhanhua, the first martial saint of Guangming clan, fell down at the foot of Guangcheng mountain!

All things are in the eyes of all.

At this time, everyone had no other thoughts and was almost numb with shock.

And the coming of the three great powers of guangmingzong in the distance also shakes the hearts of all people, leaving their minds almost blank.

With the approach of the three people, the whole void around Guangcheng mountain is shaking. It seems that the heaven and earth are under great pressure and will collapse at any time.

That powerful force seems to have transcended the limits of the world, to break the sky.

The scene of Yang Zhanhua's death also fell into the eyes of the three Deng Sen.

All of the three great powers were shocked. They did not expect Yan Zhaoge to kill Yang Zhanhua in front of them.

After dismay is anger.

Yang Zhanhua's first martial uncle, Deng Sen, the most powerful of the three, stepped out and arrived at the Dragon hall in an instant.

Where he passed, the void collapsed, and the light lines of the great array of the Taiqing Dynasty directly broke up and dissipated in the air.

Deng Sen set foot in the Dragon hall and directly aroused the Dragon Spirit in the hall.

However, Deng Sen's whole body is very bright. He swings the Dragon Qi of Daodao away and breaks up to Beiming with one hand.

After Beiming's separation, Deng Sen catches Yang Zhenhua's body and rolls Zhenyuan into it.

Yang Zhenhua's body began to radiate light. His skin seemed to recover its color, but he still had no breath.

Deng Sen's face was as deep as water, and Zhen Yuan was constantly agitated, trying to revive his martial nephew's vitality.

The light always follows the continuous brilliance of the Dharma and the eternal power mood, which is full of all directions.

Liu Feng, the guest of Guangming sect, saw the Dragon hall and felt the real dragon's spirit. His eyes lit up.

He also rushed into the Dragon hall and took a deep breath, with a satisfied look on his face: "I can't really estimate that there would be such a lot of real dragon energy here. This time, it's not in vain."

Deng Sen pressed his hand on Yang Zhenhua's vest and said with no expression, "Liu Feng, kill all the people here."

Liu Feng raised his hand and separated himself from Beiming.

The red light and fog of Taoism suddenly filled the whole dragon hall.

Among the thunderous concussion of the Dragon hall, there was a trend of disintegration.

Beiming's body is proud of cold martial clothes. It has a dragon scale gun. Beiming's magic gun will not yield to attack Liu Feng.

But the red light and fog, full of water and endless, entangled the front of the northern hell magic gun, which was hard to enter.

The light fog of terror rolls back to Beiming to separate and suppress the arrogant cold martial clothes.

At this moment, the vast ice sea was dyed red gradually.

Yan Zhaoge nodded slightly: "I can compete with my father when he just became a saint."

Liu Feng also tut tut exclaimed: "good shooting skill, good skill, but unfortunately, he doesn't know the current affairs. If you donate the treasure to the Guangming sect, you may not be able to fight for a good future, but you killed the legitimate Guangming sect elder, and killed a martial Saint guest Secretary. No one can protect you."

"I advise you not to struggle any more. If you let elder Deng do it, you will die miserably."

The red light and fog of his palm power rolled forward, shaking the whole body of Beiming continuously. His body fell back, and the proud cold martial clothes made a faint cry.

But Beiming was not in a hurry and even smiled a little bit: "don't care about me. I only know that you two will die miserably."

"Huh?!" Deng Sen and Liu Feng look at the same time.

The gate of dragon hall is closed!

In the main hall, the space changes suddenly into countless overlapping chaotic time and space, as if countless small worlds are superposed and complex together.

From all time and space, the dark Qi of Daoism emerges together, like thick ink.

The extremely strong dead air, condensed to the extreme, turned into the extremely horrible air of extinction, and filled the whole dragon hall.

The vaporization of annihilation is a terrifying tidal wave, rushing to Deng Sen and Liu Feng with the momentum of sweeping the sky!

"How could there be such a scale of extinction? This kind of extinction can almost destroy the eight polar world! " Deng Sen and Liu Feng changed their colors: "here The Qi of the real dragon here is gathered after the death of the dragon people. In addition to the Qi of the real dragon, there are endless dead Qi. How many real dragons have died? "

Beiming is separated, but now it is under the guidance of Qunlong hall, retreating into the chaos of time and space.

Yan Zhaoge laughed: "dead Qi is always a hidden danger. If I don't clean it up, I can't let go of the real dragon essence here. I've been waiting for someone to help me stop this. Now I decide it's you two."