Chapter 677 (2/2)

Nongyuxuan looked at Yan Zhaoge, shook his head and said, ”you are dead!”

Yan Zhaoge hears the words and gently picks his brow: ”Oh? Can't the lineage of Shangqing set foot on the upper boundary? ”

Three emperors and five emperors, ten supreme.

Before Yan Zhaoge came to the world, old man Mo had solemnly warned.

These eight words represent the most powerful domination of the world.

After coming to huangjianhai, Yan Zhaoge also knew that today's upper boundary is still the world of these eight words when he contacted with the warriors of youyinzong and Daxuan Dynasty.

The people of huangzhahai, even if they don't know what is strong in huangzhahai, don't know Xuanmu king, don't know the customer of Beihai sword Pavilion, don't know Luo Zhitao, the leader of Guangming sect, and so on, they all know these eight words.

The three emperors and five emperors are not the three emperors and five emperors of the legendary era before the great disillusionment, but the combination of the strongest top powers in the world after the great disillusionment.

Among them, the emperor is said to be the first of the three.

Nong Yuxuan looked at Yan Zhaoge and said, ”you can be crazy now. You won't have a good ending!”

Yan Zhaoge's expression is not dignified, but peaceful.

He looked at nongyuxuan and suddenly laughed: ”I have no good ending, it has nothing to do with you.”

”Even if I have any trouble in the future, it's not what you have brought me. What can you be proud of?”

Yan Zhaoge's smile was cold: ”how about me, you don't care about it. Care about yourself.”

”The difference between you and me is that what you do now is like asking God to repay me in the future. You can't do anything by yourself.”

”And now I'm going to tell you clearly that you're not going to end well. I'll give you all this.”

Say, it is a sword to stab again.

Nongyuxuan's eyes and canthus are about to split, but he has no voice.

Under the Jue Xian sword, his vitality quickly died out, and he stepped to the end.

The powerful real source of martial arts is useless and dissipated.

The powerful body Qi and blood have no use. They are constantly defeated.

The tenacious mind of the spirit is useless and annihilated.

Looking at nongyuxuan, who was gradually dying, Cheng song felt cold in his heart.

All the martial artists of Guangming sect were killed. The strength of Yan Zhaoge seems to be deep.

If nongyuxuan also falls, Yan Zhaoge benzun and Beiming will join hands, and Cheng song will find it hard to fight.

Between his thoughts, he turned around quickly and ran away directly!

At this moment, those who are strong in the four realms of wusheng dare not fight any more and run away.

Yan Zhaoge looks at him.

In the Dragon Palace, a Hu's voice came: ”young master, will there be any problem if you let him escape?”

Inside the hall, on the other side, Feng Yunsheng sits with his knees crossed and his eyes closed to meditate.

The black fire magic atmosphere is gradually absorbed by the God blade of the sun. The blue light on the surface of the God blade is gradually dark, as if swallowed by the darkness.

But the ominous atmosphere of disaster is more powerful and domineering.

When Yan Zhaoge started, the gate of Qunlong hall was opened, and there was suction coming out of the gate, so he led Feng Yunsheng back to the gate.

Feng Yunsheng opened his eyes at this time.

Cheng song is a wusheng quadruple. He is a strong man in the early stage of seeing God. If he doesn't want to leave a dead battle, but wants to run, it's not easy to leave him.

Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance: ”if we don't chase him, he can't run.”