Chapter 885

Hearing Yan Zhao's song, Guan Lide felt only a fire rising.

Knowing that his doom had arrived, he said with a wry smile, "it seems that I'm going to turn over a boat in the gutter today."

But he glared at Yan Zhaoge: "boy, don't be so proud, I'm waiting for you!"

Yan Zhaoge asked with a smile, "what are you waiting for me?"

When Guan Lide looked around the world, he saw a white line between the heaven and the earth, and the traces were still left.

As if the world had been marked with a sword.

It's Yan Zhaoge's hand brush of the unique immortal sword.

Extinction of all things, heaven and earth leave wounds, lasting.

This sword is so strong that Guan Lide in the late stage of Xianqiao was stabbed.

The four swords of Lingbao sent the sword meaning of creation into extinction, which was displayed incisively and vividly.

This place is located in the west of Huanghe sea, not far from the junction of the southeast Yangtian border and the South Yantian border.

, while the vast majority of the mountain area fought, the strong men of the golden mountain and Wutong slope were also fighting fiercely.

If they can't distract themselves from the waves caused by the previous fight, it's hard for people to ignore the sword Yan Zhaoge just now.

Even if the war situation is tense for the time being and we can't tell whether we are from the same family or not, someone will surely come later.

And this sword trace, like the wound of heaven and earth, wants to heal. It's not a matter of three moments.

Yan Zhaoge looks down Guan Lide's eyes and chuckles.

He looked at Guan Lide with a smile: "I didn't expect that the famous star picking resident in Southeast China would be a direct descendant of Shangqing Dynasty, which is really unexpected."

Guan Lide's eyes are round: "you..."

"But the evidence is solid. I can't believe it or not." Yan Zhaoge pointed to the sword mark and said with a smile, "since we found it, our disciples and I will follow the emperor's order and kill you. The truth is so simple."

Guan Lide shouted: "what a Yan Zhaoge, what a deer for a horse, want to plant the stolen goods on my head? Do you think Cao Jie will be so easily fooled by you? "

Yan Zhaoge said lightly, "I never thought of fooling the supreme of Southeast China. As long as I can explain to people outside the southeast sunny sky, it's enough."

"It's your excellency. Three times and four times, you have violated the wishes of southeast supremacy, or even blatantly opposed them. How much do you think there is left in your old friendship?"

Guan Lide stares at Yan Zhaoge, suddenly feels a chill rising from his back bone and rushes straight to his head.

Yan Zhaoge spread out his hands and said calmly, "you kill people from me and rob the immortal soldiers. The southeast sovereign may pursue you. If you are killed by me, the southeast sovereign will not pursue me."

He looked at Guan Lide and smiled again: "just now, if you don't want to kill me with all your strength, you will run away immediately. In fact, there is hope that you will leave all over, but you will lose the chance yourself."

"If you die, who will die?"

Guan Lide felt cold in his heart, and another blade of senhan had reached his head!

Yandi's knife!

There's my father. Yan Zhaoge doesn't look at Guan Lide anymore.

As he said, Guan had a chance to escape.

After all, he is a real martial saint with nine realms and superior soldiers. He is not restrained by the trapped fairy sword like shenglingzi and Kangping.

Such a top strong man doesn't want to fight to death, but if he wants to escape, there are not many people who can keep him in the whole south-east sunny environment.

Unfortunately, he still misjudged the situation and the strength of Yan Zhaoge.

There is no turning back for this mistake.

Yan Zhaoge felt her weakness and shook her head slightly.

It's not like the last time we fought with the disciples of Dongfang supreme sect, Xiang Yiyang, we used a flash of thunder, but in fact, we were moderate.

This time, Yan Zhaoge also talked about the lightning method to the extreme. With his deep foundation, it also consumed a lot.

However, because of the practice of Wuji Tianshu, he was not able to completely run out of oil and light.

Yan Zhaoge looks up into the distance and grins.

There's a figure, running away.

Lord of Guangming sect, Luo Zhitao.

Originally, he was captured by Guan Lide. When Guan Lide was seriously injured, his power control was no longer so delicate.

The wild starlight not only severely damaged Luo Zhitao, but also released his shackles.

Luo Zhitao is free. He is afraid of his own injury and runs away.

Seeing Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di's father and son and Guangcheng's battle roar with Guan Lide, Sheng Lingzi, Xuan Chengwang and Shi daoren, Luo Zhitao has only one idea at the moment.

The farther away from Guangcheng mountain, the better!

Once the resentment is not willing, depressed suffocating, this moment gradually into despair.

At present, Yan Zhaoge and Guangcheng mountain can't compete with each other. They can't survive without beating the stone with an egg.

Luo Zhitao is not short of courage and determination, but he never wants to die without hope.

"If you stay in Qingshan, you will not worry about burning wood. If you stay in a useful body, you will be able to revenge later..." Luo Zhitao recited the idea in his heart again and again.

But with the development speed of Yan Zhaoge and Guangcheng mountain in recent years, will he and Guangming sect really get revenge in a few years?

I'm afraid the gap will only be greater

Luo Zhitao may not understand this truth, but he cannot think about it. Otherwise, endless despair will completely submerge him and destroy his will.

But at this time, a figure flashed and stopped in front of Luo Zhitao.

Luo Zhitao looks at it, it's the Beiming separation of Yan Zhaoge!

Beiming separated himself and carried xuanwang's gun behind him. He said calmly, "when Yan was not a martial saint, he managed to come up from the eight polar world. The root of this was your sect and the great sun emperor."

"Four years ago, I saw off Zhang Zhuo at the bottom of jingqingzhou. Now, I see off Lord Luo."

"Today, I'm here to make an end to the resentment between Guangcheng mountain and your school."

Say, the North Ming body a shake hand Xuan Wang gun, a spear to Luo Zhitao!

Luo Zhitao was seriously injured and lost the sun moon golden wheel. How can he stop this shot now?

The shadow of death hung over him, and for the first time there was remorse in his heart.

"In the past, if we didn't listen to the delusion of the great sun emperor and don't covet the crown of the sun and the seal of the sun, we might not have today's disaster..."

"After the Yanzhao song came up to the upper level, if we try to turn the fighting into a piece of silk, maybe it will not fall into the present field..."

Unfortunately, it's impossible.

As a powerful force in the upper part of the world, it is powerful enough to sweep the lower part of either side. Knowing that the lower part of the world has such treasures as the sun seal and the crown of the sun, how can we not think about it?

One side of the lower boundary clan, dare to block their own pace, how can it not be cleared at will?

The other side killed several of his martial Saint strongmen. At the beginning, he was just a young generation who had not yet boarded the martial saint's territory. How could he subdue the people in the clan if he didn't kill them?

Luo Zhitao thinks his decision is right, but his usual correct experience is all wrong in the end.

Yan Zhaoge said indifferently, "you are the same as Guan Lide."

If not for spreading the news of the great Youming wheel, Luo Zhitao would not be stared at by Guan Lide. After being captured, he was taken to the foot of Guangcheng mountain. After he escaped from the black hole on the bottom of jingqingzhou, he had a great hope to leave the huangqionghai sea alive.

But there is no if in the world.

"If you die, who will die?"

In the void, a gun shadow flashed through a person's shadow.

"Bang!"

Blood fog explodes!

On the same day, Luo Zhitao, the patriarch of Guangming sect, fell. Guangming sect, a great power that had been in the Huanghe sea for many years, disappeared and became history.