Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Long Yu nine days, resounding in all directions, flying by the dragon, Xiao Chen jumped up, and immediately rushed to the front of Xiaobai and Jiangzi Momu Xinya.

On the stone platform with a height of 100 meters in front, Yan XIII held his hand and stood there. There was no action, but the mad dragon formed by the three killing swords was around him.

When I saw someone coming over, I immediately screamed and rushed over.

Kill and kill!

Xiao Chen face the mad dragons composed of these three killing swords, and they will realize it, and the meaning of killing in the blade.

In front of Wanjian, each sword is smashed, like a beast showing the fangs, screaming in tears, and the sounds come together.

Condensed into thousands of killing words, such as the ups and downs of the tide, poured into the mind of Xiao Chen, let his heart chaos, gave birth to chills.

Xiao Chen finally understood that the sacred dragons formed by a half-sacred face with a blade were struggling and tired, and finally lost.

It’s not that they are too weak, but this Yan XIII is too strong. The power to kill the kendo is too strong, killing everything in the world and destroying the eternal life!

As long as the state of mind and mental strength, a little worse than him, in front of him will be like a pig and dog, swallowed by the cold and ruthless killing kendo.

If you are really strong, there are more martial arts, more secret treasures, and you can’t show up with seven points of strength. Losing is a matter of minutes and seconds.

Xiao Chen screamed and knew the spiritual power in the sea, such as the rivers and rivers, the waves of water, the turbulent, and the rushing words from the mind.

The mood is normal, and Xiao Chen’s eyes are clear. There are countless magnificent sacred songs in the heavens and the earth, and wandering back and forth among the halls.

The hymn tells the distant legend, and every time it floats, the annual ring of history turns a big circle, and the ancient epic becomes thicker.

The spirit of the spirit, the three forces consume the cohesion at the same time, the strength of Xiao Chen's mastery is also increasing rapidly, watching the three swords of the flying dragon.

Stepping forward, Xiao Chen did not retreat and kicked out.

The gods of heaven, the legend of the distant!

Thousands of glory, dazzling, condensed into essence, such as ink as paint, tilted out. And the killing mad dragon consisting of thousands of swords slammed into it.

The heavy sound, in the hall, spread out. Every glory and killing blade is doing a desperate struggle, like two 10,000-strong army fighting in the battlefield.

The war songs are heated, the blood is foggy, the tragic fights, the horrible breath, the splashes everywhere, and the roaring explosion on the ground.

The entire hall began to violently shake up, and was in a hurry. It seemed that there was a flash flood, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, and the millennium was in the blink of an eye.

This is the tomb of Wang Xingchen in Tiantian, naturally there will be no mountain torrents and snow-capped mountains, but the atmosphere of the two people hand in hand.

A lot of people, the two men with heavy faces and gaze at the air, their eyes twinkled with horror.

What kind of enchanting genius can be used in the battle under Wu Sheng, and it will be such a horrible atmosphere that people dare not watch the stop.

When everything disappeared, the storm swayed, and then looked up and looked at it. Yan’s thirteen horrible sword mad dragon was blocked by Xiao Chen.

The murderous swordsman who made many half-sacred, fearful and chilling, and lost in seconds, was the first time to be defeated by the bombardment. In the frontal confrontation, it was quite a fight.

"It's him, the white robe knife guest Xiao Chen!"

Many people in the chaos recognized Xiao Chen’s feelings. On the same day, he sang a drink in the city of Luo, and he retired the wicked person Yuan Yuankai.

Let his reputation spread throughout the city of Luo, where most of the land is mixed with the state of Wuzhou, a little recalled to remember the identity and origin of Xiao Chen.

Seeing that he was able to compete with Yan XIII, it was no doubt that he was not surprised and looked at it.

Xiao Bai Qing pure charm of the face, happy and excited, the eyes of the mist, can not help but will come forward to hug Xiao Chen.

"Don't move, stand behind me, come back and train you, know if it's dangerous!"

A familiar voice sounded, Xiaobai bitter face and some grievances, but still obedient, and Mu Xin Ya Jiangzi ink back 100 steps.

The mysterious rain in the crowd won this scene. He and Xiaobai had been together for so long. He had seen Xiaobai’s so clever touch, and the fire of jealousy burned in his heart.

"I let you out of the limelight, waiting for you to be seriously injured by Yan XIII, I will humiliate you again." Xuan Yu looked at Xiao Chen, his heart said viciously.

In the stone platform with the Tianbing sword, Yan XIII is in black, like a javelin, the straight body is not moving, the cold face, can not see any extra expression.

In addition to cold, it is cold.

"Because it is a knife, why use some of the protoss' sideways."

Eyes condensed, Yan XIII's eyes flashed a trace of anger, such as the sharp blade generally stabbed Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen’s heart was a bitter smile. This person was afraid of misunderstanding. He felt that he had slandered him, and he did not even have a knife. He also used other trails to deal with him.

In the current situation of Xiao Chen, the three gods of the Tianshen fists are actually detached from the original gods, and they are not much weaker than Xiao Chen’s knife.

The explosive power and destructive power of a single argument are even better.

However, since Yan 13 said so, Xiao Chen did not intend to let him continue to misunderstand, and he will issue a knife.

The practice of the Emperor's sword extraction, these days, he can practice from the fallacy, and now it is possible to instantly issue a different trajectory of the nine hundred and eighty-one.

The other side has the sword of the peak, and his knife is also 70%. The knife is inherently stronger than the sword. Although the situation is worse, it does not collapse immediately.

Moon Shadow Knife is in hand, Xiao Chen rides the Qinglong, and his right hand slowly grips the handle. The knife immediately merged the surrounding environment and its own artistic conception, and covered the Yan XIII.

Yan XIII first did not care, and then the eyes lit up, his face slowly became dignified, he could not see the direction and trajectory of Xiao Chen's shot.

Among the voids, there are shadows of Xiao Chen holding the knife everywhere. The front left and right, up and down, it seems that no place may be the direction of his knife.

"It's a bit interesting, but in the face of strong strength, the skill in the clever is also a cloud."

Yan Thirteen nodded secretly, acknowledging that it was not as good as the other side in the technique of pulling the knife, but he did not care too much. There is too much difference in absolute strength, and the other party is not possible. Use this advantage to cut yourself down.

As long as he can't drop himself in seconds, Yan XIII can kill each other in an instant, because in his opinion, Xiao Chen has only one chance.

At the entrance to the palace at the far side, Nan Gongqiong, seeing the two seem to be trying to make a big shot, the thoughts could not help but feel a mess.

"This Xiao Chen, really does not make people worry, it seems that the text is quiet, seeing a pretty woman is completely crazy, and everyone dares to provoke."

"No, this lady asked her the national color, no worse than the little fox, how he did not respond to me."

"Hey, I want to go where I have to stop them, otherwise I will be in the heart of the palace. Xiao Chen is afraid that there is no way to help me open the stone."

Just in the hands of Yan XIII, when he was about to touch his own hilt, a quaint wooden umbrella came slowly. Nangong Joong held the handle of the umbrella and smiled and appeared next to Xiao Chen.

"Thirteen less, I haven't seen you for a long time."

When Yan XIII saw the appearance of Nangongqiong, he was obviously taken aback, and he and Xiao Chen came together. He secretly said: "Win Joan, you want to help him?"

"Don't worry, you can't fight this person anyway, just take your Tianbing sword and leave."

The two quickly talked a few words, Yan XIII glanced at him, Xiao Chen behind Xiao Chen, thoughtfully, holding his black sword and gently sending it forward.

Yan XIII calmly said: "My Yan family is not a bad soldier, but this day the ice sword and my killing swords have the highest degree of fit, not to get it."

"The sword in my hand is called Xue Yu. On the material, craftsmanship, and charm, it is not worse than the Tianbing sword. Five years of rhyme will be a sublimine soldier, and the little girl behind you will be given."

Gently throwing, the snow feather sword on the black brilliance, such as the paint is generally peeling off, that is the killing gas of Yan XIII over the years.

Waiting until the black Huaguang, all scattered, the snow feather sword restored its original face, the whole body is white as snow, the dust is not stained, the cold is restrained.

Xiao Chen took the snow feather sword, looked at Yan XIII, and looked at Nan Gongqiong, who was wearing a silly smile, and seemed to understand something.

It is only more shocking to the identity of Nangongqiong. She can make such concessions as Yan, who is so proud and unpredictable.

"You have condensed the sword heart, and you will not bury the snow feather sword. Its glory will be carried on you."

Yan XIII no longer speaks, holding the sword handle of the Tianbing Sword, looking at the crowd around with cold eyes, seems to ask who else is not satisfied.

I saw the strength of Yan XIII, and who would find it uncomfortable, avoiding the eyes of Yan XIII and not looking at it.

With a bang, Yan XIII pulled out the ice sword and rushed to the sky, waving a sword to kill the sword and smashing the top of the palace with the power of all beings.

The figure is flashing, and the black streamer disappears completely here.

Just when everyone thought that it would be calm for a while, the stone platform with the Tianbing sword inserted, slammed into a crush.

A group of dazzling brilliance, with the collapse of Shitai, burst out, like a head of the majestic Tianpeng, flying high.