My Brother Is The Protagonist

Around Xiaoding, the void cracked, as if it could not bear the power of Xiaoding’s awakening. My uncle held Xiaoding quietly, facing the river of years in front of him, no, it should be said that it was the stream of years. Go down.

clang!

"what……"

Like a broken bamboo, Tai Shujing's small tripod directly smashed the old Sage's years and creeks, and saw that the law in old Sage's hand was broken every inch and it became two laws again.

Tai Shujing's small tripod also smashed directly on old Sage's head, smashing old Sage into the air, and shining blood, or Sage's blood, was still spilling in the air.

The traces of Sage's blood spilled into the sky, directly pierced through the space, flowed into the depths of the void, and fell into the abyss in the depths of the void.

This is the terrible thing about Sage's blood. Even space can't bear it. If it drops to the ground, such a drop of Sage's blood is enough to melt a mountain, and the water will evaporate in an instant.

If it splashes on an ordinary ascetic and explodes on the spot, it will definitely die.

Seeing the crystal clear red blood of Sage above Xiaodingding's body, Tai Shujing grinned and asked you to support it, so that you can't kill you.

Buzzing!

The soldier soul in the small Cauldron was excited, only a purple light appeared on Cauldron, and then swallowed the blood of Sage on it, nothing happened.

"You are also very excited, very good, to make you full today."

Feeling the excitement of Xiaoding, Tai Shujing laughed, and looked at the old Sage who had stopped in the distance. There was a light of killing in his eyes. Since he was an enemy, he would only divide life and death.

The old Sage in the distance saw his forehead broken, and the crystal clear blood of Sage was flowing out, dripping down his cheeks on the robe, a bit embarrassed.

Old Sage looked at the red on his chest, in disbelief, he hadn't been injured for a long time, and this time he was cut in his forehead.

And the person who hurt him was just a teenager.

Old Tan looked at Tai Shujing’s young, excessive face, and he couldn’t help but feel a kind of remorse, provoking such a peerless arrogant. Not to mention the second son behind him, he would definitely die, and the older son, even if it was. It's hard to compare with the divine body.

When he provokes such an unworldly enemy, Tan Lao feels sad for his eldest son.

"Old man, there is no time to hurt you. Your three tricks have passed, and I have one too. You will try again. If you are not dead, I will still use the cauldron to kill you. If you die, that would just save me. Kung Fu."

Step by step, he walked towards the old Sage, the uncle Jing smiled at him, and said casual words, but was filled with Ling Ran's killing intent, which made the void cold for a few minutes. After the bleakness of autumn, he stepped into The severe cold in winter.

The old Sage didn't speak, but looked at Tai Shujing. He knew that Tai Shujing didn't tell lies. Tai Shujing would never let go of the enemies who provoke him. This is the feeling Tai Shujing gave him.

"It turns out that we awakened the god of death."

He whispered softly, the old Sage turned his hands and held a simple long sword. It was the weapon that had accompanied him in his cultivation till now. From the ordinary spirit weapon to the current Sage weapon, he can't remember how long it has passed.

"Old man, take it, Samsara, Sanshengquan."

When the voice fell, Tai Shujing held the small tripod in her right hand, and made a fist with her left hand. The light of Samsara bloomed on the front of the fist. Vaguely, a long river appeared in the void, which was Yellow Springs.

On the banks of the Yellow Springs, a not-so-large stone stands, like the same Daoist shadow on the other side of the Yellow Springs river bank, with the ancient Chinese characters "Sansheng" shimmering on it.

The hazy vision followed the uncle quietly punched out, like a real existence, with the hazy light of the fist, it converged into a torrent, rushing towards the old Sage.

"Shuimutiandi."

In the face of Tai Shujing's attack, old Sage's hairs stood up, his eyes burst with divine light, his beard and hair were windless, and the momentum of his whole body rose to the extreme in an instant.

Facing the light of the fist, old Sage cut out with a sword, unpretentious, without the background of vision, only a sharp sword to the extreme, the law of water and wood blended together, a little light source bloomed from the sword's edge, and one was born. The illusory little world.

Samsara's fist light collided with this illusory little world, stalemate for three breaths of time.

Click!

The saint soldier's long sword in old Sage's hand exploded, and the dim fist light carried a Yellow Springs river. The three-life stone floated in the fist light and directly penetrated the middle of old Sage's eyebrows.

"Ugh."

With an old sigh, the light in old Sage's eyes gradually dissipated. He looked at the young man in front of him as if he saw a strong rising up.

The old Sage slowly closed his eyes. The true spirit in his courtyard has been penetrated, and it is turning into aura and dissipating between the heavens and the earth. The breath of Samsara reminds old Sage of the past, a gentle woman on the fence. On the other side of the wall, smile at him.

"No regrets."

As the old Sage uttered the last two words in his life, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he fell slowly, losing all his vitality in an instant.

Looking at the old Sage's body floating in the void, the uncle was silent for a moment. Maybe the old man saw something truly precious to him at the end.

"It seems that there is no way to make you full, but it's okay to have a sip."

Looking at the old man’s corpse, Tai Shujing had no interest in whiplashing the corpse, and threw the small tripod in his hand. The small tripod pressed against old Sage’s forehead, swept away all the blood of Sage, and took two big mouthfuls. Sage's blood in the old man's body made the corners of his eyes twitching as he watched.

If this Xiaoding’s soldier soul transforms into a human form, I am afraid it is a little Fatty, with some potential for food, Tai Shujing reaches out and recalls Xiaoding. He is afraid that if Xiaoding stays there again, he really can’t help but treat the old man. The blood sucked dry.

Buzzing!

Xiaoding trembled twice, expressing a happy mood. Since it exists as a weapon, after killing it, drinking the enemy's blood is the fastest way to let it evolve.

"When you transform in the future, I have to turn you into a little Fatty."

Looking at Xiaoding in his hand, Tai Shu Jing said something jokingly, but the soldier soul in Xiaoding couldn't understand what he meant by Fatty.

A Sage battle ended in this way. The young man who saw from the beginning to the end was cold in the distance. From the beginning to the end, he never thought that Old Man Tan would lose. But it was a second-tier Sage who actually lost to the first place. Seven realms.

If it spreads out, no one will believe such a thing, and it's not that the emperor was born, fighting for the world, how can ordinary Tianjiao people do such a thing.

"This is impossible, this is impossible!"

The young man stared at Tai Shujing, his eyes were blood red. He thought he could be pinched to death with one hand, but instead killed a Sage, his mind was about to collapse.

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