The humiliation and anger in Yang Zhaozhen's heart reached its peak, but his mind was completely calm down at the moment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he felt humiliated, although he felt unacceptable, he was clearly sure of one fact at this moment.

He is not Yan Zhaoge's opponent.

Even though he had the black feather slaughter golden spear in his hand, the young man in front of him was accompanied by holy soldiers.

Continue to fight to the death, there is only one result, that is, to die on the Yan Zhao singer, there will be no second possibility!

Even if there is hope to fight to the end, the brave and brutal Yang Zhaozhen will fight to the death and not retreat, but knowing that there is no chance of winning, after he calmed down, he suddenly retreated.

Yan Zhaoge raised his eyes and saw Yang Zhaozhen, who was slapped by himself, did not stabilize his body this time, but instead used the momentum of flying upside down to escape into the distance.

The cyan flame converged, the white light unfolded, as if turning into wings, and Yang Zhaozhen flew directly into the distance.

Yan Zhaoge smiled: "It's easy to come and hard to go." ”

The sound of the dragon's groan sounded in the sky, and a huge hall appeared in people's sight.

The dragons of light are vertical and horizontal between heaven and earth, and the majestic and majestic power shocks the Quartet.

Yang Zhaozhen looked at it in shock, and saw that the whole body of the hall was black, flashing with golden light, and countless runes and spells were highlighted on the walls of the main hall.

The golden clouds of the Dao Dao diffused and turned into a sea of clouds, directly enveloping the sky, completely blocking the void around Laofeng City.

Yang Zhaozhen was not uninformed, so when he saw the appearance of the hall in front of him clearly, he was more shocked than other onlookers.

This huge hall is brick by brick, and its appearance seems to be no different from ordinary materials, but it seems to be made of pieces of dragon bones and pieces of dragon scales!

The entire hall, every brick and tile, is priceless, and it contains extraordinary power!

Gathered together, it is even more inexhaustible majesty, except for Yang Zhaozhen in the realm of martial saints, other creatures in a radius of thousands of miles around, looking at the dragon hall in the sky, all have a sense of surrender that wants to bow and worship.

In the majestic clouds of the dragon, the main hall is hidden in it, as if the real dragon is hidden, but it has the power to dominate the world and dominate all things.

The gate of the palace was open, and a huge suction force came out of it, and the Dao light patterns flickered, and they wanted to converge into a raging tide to involve Yang Zhaozhen.

Yang Zhaozhen was horrified, and hurriedly unfolded the Black Feather Slaughter Golden Spear, urging Gu's own strength to resist the terrifying power of the Dragon Palace.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Yan Zhaoge also rose from the ground and flew towards him, Yang Zhaozhen's face was pale, and with a lift of his wrist, a cyan flame rushed into the sky.

The flames would burst through the sky, but the void around them would darken.

Yang Zhaozhen's pupils shrank, and he saw that the sky above his head was shrouded in darkness, silent, lightless, and the cyan flame was directly swallowed by the darkness.

The next moment, a thunderclap sounded in the darkness.

The pale light of thunder lit up, like the first light born of eternal darkness.

The thunder exploded, and the white thunder blasted down towards Yang Zhaozhen's head.

Yang Zhaozhen was helpless, so he could only lift the black feather slaughter golden spear and resist the bombardment of Yan Zhao Ge's thunder of the eternal night.

Yan Zhaoge walked up to him unhurriedly, looked at Yang Zhaozhen and smiled, and then slapped it again.

Yang Zhaozhen's eyes were about to split, but he was powerless to dodge, and slapped Yan Zhaoge so much that he flew out upside down again and fell into the gate of the Dragon Palace.

The door slammed shut, and there was a violent concussion from inside.

After Yan Zhaoge knocked Yang Zhaozhen into the Dragon Hall with one palm, he did not rush into it, but turned his head to look at the other Great Xuan Dynasty martial artists.

Originally, after the initial shock, the martial artists of the Great Xuan Dynasty all subconsciously rushed up to support Yang Zhaozhen and besiege Yan Zhaoge together.

But the situation changed rapidly, and the Dragon Hall appeared, directly imprisoning and suppressing Yang Zhaozhen.

Among these martial artists of the Great Xuan Dynasty, there are many powerhouses in the realm of great grandmasters, and they are all ruthless characters who gallop across the country in the past.

But at this moment, they were swept away by Yan Zhaoge's gaze, and they were all cold, and even felt numb in their limbs.

Seeing that Yang Zhaozhen, the martial saint who guarded Luan Xiangzhou on weekdays, was not Yan Zhaoge's opponent, and all the martial artists of the Great Xuan Dynasty felt that their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Zhao Ge flicked the sleeves of his robe, and among the cuffs, thousands of turquoise light dragons roared out, instantly sweeping the heavens and the earth!

The green dragons crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, sweeping away a group of warriors of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Sen Sen's sword light made the entire Laofeng City immersed in a cold cold.

Not only the martial artists of the Great Xuan Dynasty, but even those Wei family elders who came with Wei Yunsheng were also slaughtered by Yan Zhaoge's sword light!

Between the sleeves of the robe rolling, the sword light was all converged, and Yan Zhaoge looked leisurely, pacing into the Dragon Palace.

As soon as I entered the hall, there was a thousand feet of green fire rising in front of me.

In the sea of fire, Yang Zhaozhen's face sank like water, staring at Yan Zhaoge.

At this moment, it was already a decisive death, and Yang Zhaozhen also gave up all thoughts of running away and went all out to kill Yan Zhaoge.

He now has only one way forward, either kill the mortal or die without a place to be buried!

In the cyan sea of fire, golden light rose up, and a big peng flew out and rushed towards Yan Zhao Ge.

Seven Bird Treasure Gun, Dapeng Treasure Gun!

Not as agile and changeable as the White Crane Spear, but more swift, more fierce, and more violent!

Dapeng spreads its wings, and the edge of the golden wings sets off a green flame, overwhelming!

Yan Zhaoge shook his head, stretched out his palm again, and returned the Heavenly Seal.

The green flames were extinguished in an instant, and the roc let out a wail, and the golden light in the dragon hall exploded, and the little light flew away, as if countless bird feathers were scattered everywhere.

The sea of ice around him was swirling, and the ice dragons roared, surrounded by the dragon qi of the dragon palace, and they were even stronger.

Yan Zhao Ge was wearing an arrogant martial arts robe, stretched out a hand, and directly held the barrel of Yang Zhaozhen's black feather slaughter golden gun.

The spear blade was in front of Yan Zhaoge's eyes, and Yan Zhaoge could even feel the sharp edge of the fusion of cold and scorching heat.

But the barrel of the gun that was caught was firmly fixed in place, and it was difficult to move it any further.

Yan Zhaoge calmly looked at the black feather slaughter golden spear in front of him, and Yang Zhaozhen, who was close to him, and smiled slightly.

The Ao Han martial arts robe on his body instantly turned into an ice dragon, and along Yan Zhao Ge's arm, it was wrapped around the Black Feather Slaughter Golden Spear.

The barrel of the gun lit up with magnificent brilliance, and in the brilliance, a black-feathered roc fluttered its wings and flew high, and the majestic power set off a raging tide.

But being swept up by the ice dragon, the brilliance instantly dimmed.

The surface of the jet-black spear that shimmered with golden light condensed a layer of frost.

Yan Zhao singer waved, and the black feather slaughter golden gun flew out of Yang Zhaozhen's hand, but it landed with Ao Han Wuyi.

The two holy soldiers are full of spirituality and majestic strength, and they are entangled at this moment, even if they don't have a master, they are also fighting upside down in the Dragon Palace.

But Yang Zhaozhen looked desperate.

With the proud Han martial arts clothes fell on the black feather slaughtering golden spear, Yan Zhaoge did not stop, but continued to hit Yang Zhaozhen with one palm!

The heaven and earth in Yang Zhaozhen's eyes seemed to be closed into a line at this moment.

Then in this line of blurred limits of heaven and earth, squeezed out a palm, flipped over, and became bigger and bigger, as if replacing the existence of heaven and earth, everything in the world disappeared, only this palm remained!

The sun and moon were without light, like an ancient sacred mountain, lifted by the God King of the World, and then smashed to the top of his Yang Zhaozhen's head! )