My Brother Is The Protagonist

boom!

The heaven and the earth are trembling, and the three thousand-machine diagrams are intertwined, like a superimposed formation, which outlines the power of the formation, and the power of killing is ascension to an extremely terrible level, even the will of the phantom of the ancient continent , All began to be wiped out under the suppression of the array.

"The dryness is endless, and the decay is the end."

The senile face of the rickety old man flashed a stern look, his hands were held high, and two strong powers burst out from his palms. They were the power of withering glory and the power of decay, as if they had been summoned, on the edge of the gray-black Star. , Two more gloomy Stars suddenly rose up, guarding the Emperor Death star.

As soon as these two emperor stars appeared, they resonated with the Death emperor star. Suddenly, the power of Death became stronger. I saw the phantom of the ancient continent above the rickety old man's head, which actually stabilized. His will also strengthened a bit, resisting the repressive force of Tai Shujing's trio.

At this moment, the rickety old man was doing his best, his cards were all out, and the three emperor stars were shining in the sky. All his Dao enlightenment during these long years was revealed, and nothing remained, just because of the cooperation of the three of Tai Shujing. Too terrible, even he, an old emperor realm powerhouse, had to go all out.

Seeing the two emperor stars next to the Emperor Death star, Tai Shujing's eyes showed a hint of wonder. This rickety old man, even a lean camel, is bigger than a horse, able to climb into the emperor realm, and has perseverance in the gods. The pinnacles of the mainland are definitely like peerless arrogant figures.

"Jing, since this old monster is so poor, we should end it."

Xiaobai and Nangong Ruxue looked at him, and they could see that the rickety old man had done everything possible, so they should also get serious, crush it with stronger strength, and completely kill this visitor. Bad old monster.

"Okay, shoot."

Nodded, Taishu Jing's figure began to move, his hand squeezed the fist marks, Samsara's power wrapped around him, stepped out, and instantly leaped through the layers of void, and blasted the fist towards the rickety old man.

At the same time, Xiaobai's body was full of silver divine light, and the power of space spilled into the sky, solidifying time and space. She also squeezed a fist mark in her hand. The rickety old man shot out, accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar, as if coming across time and space, his fist was like a dragon, sinking into the depths of the void.

In front of the rickety old man, the void was like water, a layer of ripples swayed, a silver light bloomed from it, and then a white fist came out from it, the sacred dragon gushing out, the Sacred aura shocked everything, and it was vaguely visible in the front of the fist. There are magnificent silver scales that are indestructible.

"This is not true dragon spirit!"

Staring at the fist that pierced the space, the rickety old man opened his eyes slightly. The Sacred aura made him stand upright. He had never seen a dragon aura like this. Sacred was inviolable and gave him a kind of inviolability. The urge to bow down and worship.

It's just that the rickety old man knows very well that now is not the time to worship, his skinny palm is in front of him, and this terrifying punch is placed in his palm.

Boom!

It was like a drum beating from the sky, fists and palms were connected, like two Immortal divine iron colliding, sputtering sparks that penetrated the abyss of the void, falling straight into the abyss of chaos, disappearing invisible.

The rickety old man was shaken by the force of the fist, and he staggered back two steps before he unloaded the fist that was as strong as the sun in the palm of his hand. He looked at the palm of his hand, and he was trembling slightly. Then, it seemed to be numb, the other party's body of order was very strong, and it was not inferior to him.

At this time, another fist wind hit, and the breath of Samsara swept over, making the rickety old man seem to have seen the entrance of the netherworld. He was awakened instantly, without looking at it, turning around and punching out, Death of Order The force was wrapped around the skinny fist and collided with the milky white fist that hit.

boom! Click!

There was a loud noise, accompanied by a clear bone cracking, the rickety old man's pupils shrank, and two of his phalanx were broken. All his strength was absorbed, breaking his defenses in an instant and hurting him.

"So courageous!"

Before the rickety old man has a chance to take a breath, the lingering Sword Qi has torn the space and slashed at him from behind. The breath of killing all things, even the rickety old man, dare not use his physical strength. Feeling a chill in the back of his head, it was Nangong Ruxue's lore.

The sword of the purple profound sword is like blood, killing swords and attacking Wushuang, gods and ghosts retreat, the sound of slaughtering souls echoes in the ears of the rickety old man, disturbing his mind, a purple-red shadow flashes, Nangong Ruxue’s cold face, The chill is like frost, and the killing intent is like tide. Her sword will end everything, including the life of the rickety old man.

Between the electric light and flint, the rickety old man stretched out his hand and held it imaginarily, a black spear appeared in his palm, and the spear quaked, and the rickety old man seemed to have eyes behind his head. A shot was pierced behind him, and the tip of the gun was flashing black. Hanmang, Death's power sinking like water, collided with the blood-colored blade.

Ding!

The jet-black spear collided with the Purple Profound Sword, and the two most powerful war soldiers faced each other. The force of the powerful attack tore apart the abyss of the void, and even stirred the chaotic abyss deeper, and the chaotic energy gathered into a whirlpool. , As if to form a storm.

"Go away!"

The rickety old man yelled, the force of Death surged, the spear in his hand spun, and the spear body was slightly bent, and he lifted Nangong Ruxue's Purple Profound Sword away, and then the whole person became violent, spear dancing, sharp spear light Through everything, the edge is pressing.

"kill!"

Nangong did not dodge like snow, holding the sword to greet him, and the sword light was swallowed, not at all weaker than the gun light. For a while, the blood-colored sword light and the black gun light spread all over the world, making people dizzy.

"Chaos Palm!"

When the rickety old man was fighting with Nangong Ruxue, the uncle quietly made a move. He stretched out his right hand, and the endless chaotic energy gathered towards the palm of his hand, condensed into substance, setting his palm as transparent as amethyst crystal. , There was no trace of palm print in this palm, as if it was not a human hand, pressing it down towards the rickety old man.

boom!

Ten thousand ways retreated, the power of chaos crushed everything, and the void wailed. The time and space that was cut off by the rickety old man was instantly annihilated. The purple-gray palm was like the hand of the gods, and the ways retreated like tides, thick palms. Forced the rickety old man's scalp to numb, and after a shot that shook Nangong Ruxue back, he suddenly turned his head back.

"Death is me, ten thousand ways bow your head!"

The palm that was surging with chaotic energy locked the rickety old man, making him unable to dodge. He had no choice but to shout angrily, awakening the few qi and blood in the silent body, and burst out suddenly.

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