Chapter 459 (2/2)

It's hard to buy people happy.

Haizhengjie said difficultly, ”well, today is our inferior skill. Since you protect Bai Jingkang and his wife, we are no longer in trouble with them.”

Yan Zhaoge looked at him and said quietly, ”why didn't you be so polite just before you started?”? If I were a little weaker, I would have died in your hands with that couple. ”

”Other times, maybe I'll think about it.” Yan Zhaoge looked up at the entrance of the unstable boundary passage on the sky: ”today, time is pressing, I have no time to greet you, dust to dust, earth to earth.”

With that, Yanzhao singer suddenly increased his strength again.

Hai Zhengjie said, ”you...”

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden change between the two palms of Yan Zhao's song.

Before that, the two hands together used Guangcheng tianzhang. The earth shaking power was combined to squeeze haizhengjie.

But at this moment, the power of the earth and the heaven has suddenly disappeared. At this moment, it seems that the earth and the heaven no longer exist together.

The world is like falling back to the state of chaos before the beginning of heaven and earth.

No Yin, no Yang, no front, no back, no beginning, no end, no movement, no fixed.

Yan Zhaoge's face was calm, and his palms continued to close in the middle.

The next moment, chaos exploded!

As if all things accept chaos, and then chaos is broken, the universe reopens!

The boundless and powerful power, which is unmatched by tyranny, will break haizhengjie's many defenses together!

Yan Zhaoge's two palms close together, the power seems infinite, in the voice of Hai Zhengjie, his body is constantly crushed.

The old man in black robe and other Wuming blood dragon sect martial artists were shocked and angry.

Yan Zhaoge solves haizhengjie's problem. Turning around, he sees several old men in black robes escaping together, heading for the entrance of the boundary passage above his head.

”Ah!” Yan Zhaoge's body stood still. In his right cuff, a blue light rushed out and flew to the sky.

The blue light seems to be integrated with the sky, but at the edge of the blue light, a line of red light flashes, as if it is a sad crack in the sky.

The Yanzhao singer holds the Green yuan sword, which is a top-grade lingbing sword. The sword light is everywhere, setting off waves of death.

Bai Jingkang and Wang Bing, the couple of changlishan, are dazzled and excited at the moment.

Looking at each other, they both felt lucky and afraid: ”the spirit pulse of this world is not suitable for our generation's Qiwu practitioners. How can this young man have such a strong cultivation?”

At the moment, Yan Zhaoge sends a message to Feng Yunsheng, Xu Fei and others: ”the level of martial arts Renaissance is not low, but the highest level will not be higher than our eight polar world.”

”This great master of Yuanling has the best talent and strength among his peers, but the spirit soldiers with him are still the middle-class spirit soldiers, which means that in the vast world opposite, the top-class spirit soldiers are as scarce as our eight pole world.”

”It's either restricted by the level of weapon training or the reserve of resources, but the quality of weapons carried by the fighters there is no higher than that of our eight polar world.”

To solve the problem, Yan Zhaoge fell down from the air, took the people to Bai Jingkang and his wife, nodded and said, ”you are polite.”

Bai Jingkang and his wife said that they dare not, but they are a little uneasy when they look at Yan Zhaoge.