Chapter 1235 (1/2)

Yan Zhaoge keeps on walking and strides forward.

”Do you think that if I have no immortal soldiers in my hand, I can't help you?”

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: ”it's true that there is no leakage of real immortals. They are born in an invincible position. Even if they can't win, they have more than enough self-protection. The worst situation is a draw.”

Even if you really can't get the martial saint of the world, you can still fight for the whole body and retreat, even if you are born in the immortal sect.

So, even if there's a wusheng they don't want to come to, you can go to find other soft persimmons to knead. It seems that the wusheng can't help them.

”But is it really so? Have you forgotten anything? ”

Yan Zhaoge step out, across time and space, in an instant to Ruan Mingyan, the emperor of Hanlei.

He raised his hand again, and then he fell to Ruan Mingyan!

”What are you crazy about, the outlaw who drinks poison to quench thirst!” Ruan Mingyan went back to God and became furious.

She turned sideways and raised her hands together, as if holding a big gun.

And then a sudden twist of the waist!

In the void, the rolling silver and white thunder surged, and exploded in silence.

With Ruan Mingyan's fist, he seemed to be the God of thunder in the sky, throwing spears across the world, stabbing Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge does not change his face. His palms and fingers are open, and he enters the white blade with his bare hands. He will take Ruan Mingyan's spear directly!

The fierce but silent silver and white thunder burst between the five fingers of Yan Zhaoge.

But by Yan Zhaoge a grip, silver thunder one after another extinguishes, turns into the insignificant electric arc.

”Yin Lei Scripture. It's not vulgar for the martial arts practitioners to practice to this extent.”

Yan Zhaoge tut exclaimed: ”I've had contact with, and I've known, only Yin Shiyang was better than you. Although I don't know many of you, I don't think many of you want to come to the same level of cultivation.”

Ruan Mingyan glares at Yan Zhaoge, but feels that his Yin Lei gun is held by Yan Zhaoge, unable to move.

Enter, not enter.

I can't take it back!

”But, the general of the shortlist is still the shortlist.” Yan Zhaoge said quietly, ”it's just a pity that your talent is wasted.”

He grabs Lei Guang in the palm of his hand and pulls Ruan Mingyan towards him.

The other hand was raised high, as if heaven was leaning, and he hit Ruan Mingyan again.

Ruan Mingyan finds out that she can't do anything to disperse the silver and thunder light that she gathered before.

Even if Xianting was born, her strength at this level would have been easy to receive and send.

But at the moment, Lei Guang, who was urged by herself, was caught by Yan Zhaoge's hand, and she could no longer control Lei Guang.

The owner of the silver thunder gun is not her, but Yan Zhaoge!

”It's true that the evil men of the outside world are more greedy and aggressive than the ones of our generation, but they have never heard of anyone who can be so strong!”

Ruan Mingyan only feels that the whole world is not real.

Ruan Mingyan is proud but not totally unacceptable if his opponent is a real Immortal Emperor born in Sanqing Dynasty and loses to him in the same realm.

However, the man in front of us is a martial saint!

Human immortals, human immortals, have not removed the word ”human” after all, have not really opened the door of immortals.

But how can Ruan Mingyan be calm when he is faced with such an opponent who is as powerless as a child?

”Don't underestimate the enemy! You can't treat him as a martial saint! ” Ruan Mingyan suppressed the negative emotions of pride, unwillingness, humiliation, anger, surprise and fear.

When she calmed down, she screamed and opened her mouth suddenly.

Then there was a silver ray of thunder, which came out of her mouth.