Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

“Great Qin Nation, Xiao Chen, please teach. ”

Late in the day, the sunset cast a flaming red glow on the battlefield, placing a light red glow on Xiao Chen's body.

Calm expression, calm divine color, not happy or angry, Xiao Chen appeared in the view of everyone again.

“Xiao Chen! This guy's up again. Can he win again? ”

Every Xiao Chen victory pays a hard price, like a small leaf falling in torrential rain.

In the midst of zero wind and rain, he was beaten 708 times, ups and downs, but each time he persisted to the end, winning his own victory.

Will he continue to win?

I'm afraid no one will say yes, but to give the opposite answer, no one will say Xiao Chen will lose.

At this moment Xiao Chen, everyone in the audience is already a little elusive and filled with endless mysteries.

Winning, still winning, is really hard to say.

“Seven winners in a row are now the only one left with the least favorite, but anyway, it's none of my business, I only bought 500 intermediate spirit stones from him. ”

“I'm less than you, I only bought two hundred, and the bet is all over me. ”

“Me too, most of the bets were cast on Jiangzi Ink, and only 700 Middle-Grade Spirit Stones were cast on him. ”

“Look, if he loses today, all wins in a row are over, and the fight is over early. ”

With Xiao Chen's appearance, as well as his familiar voice and expression, the many fighters on the stands, once again inspired the spirit.

Many of them have embraced the attitude of watching the final battle.

After today there will be no winning streak, and the greatest charm of the battle will be lost.

It doesn't matter if you look or not.

Whoops, whoops!

There was an unprovoked hurricane, the wind whistled and whimpered, and dust rolled up on the ground, dancing all over the sky.

This is a pure, turbulent wind, so artificial, so powerful, so easy to come by.

Xiao Chen glanced slightly, looking at an old man slowly falling in the air, his heart faintly said.

Someone steadily landed on the ground, eyebrows white, wrinkles on his face reborn, old age revealed, some dull shadows, faintly said: "White Wood Peak, come to teach! ”

“Shiraki Peak, the old man hasn't come out for decades, I thought he was dead. ”

“I remember this guy as if, fifty years ago or sixty years ago, he often put an end to the winning streak of some warriors, and since then, there has been no news, I didn't expect it to reappear today. ”

“Fifty years ago, there was a martial arts king's cultivation. Today's cultivation should be horrible enough to crush Xiao Chen. ”

“This is the end of it, and the last straight victory is coming to an end. ”

On the observation deck, many viewers saw the white-haired old man report his name and shook his head with regret.

There was some luck in believing that Xiao Chen could have won several consecutive victories, and now there is really no hope.

Without him, the difference between cultivation and cultivation is too great.

Boom!

The sound around Shiraki Peak was weak. After the voice fell, an additional three-foot long sword was added to his hand, and one sword swung out.

A thick sword more than twenty meters long, infinite, swordy, even the air seems to be split in half.

Xiao Chen toed a little and flew off the fast flash to avoid the sharp edge.

Boom!

Just after leaving the front foot, the thick sword flashed to the ground, a loud sound, and the sword broke out a long gutter for six months.

“Dude, the sword isn't old, but it's even bigger.” Seeing this scene, the audience on stage shouted.

Boom, boom, boom!

The wind fluttered and Shiraki Peak flashed, swinging four swords, four swords staggered together, spinning constantly.

Each sword, more than twenty meters long, like a windmill, descended from the sky and pressed it hard towards Xiao Chen.

“The sword of the whirlwind, the famous technique of White Wood Peak, the sword from the sky, can not flash but spell hard. ”

“The old man, still so strong, remembered that he could only wield two swords before, and now he can wield four swords. ”

As soon as you see the Sword of the Tornado, a swordsman explains it.

Xiao Chen looked up, the four swirling swords, can no longer see the outline, can only see a blurred shadow.

The sword swept into the sky, with superior pressure, slowly pressed down, Xiao Chen felt a mountain pressed towards him, making him unable to escape.

The mountains are down, where else can you hide? It is precisely this realm that the Cyclone Sword has reached.

Such a delicate sword trick, Xiao Chen brows wrinkled slightly, his heart praised, can't escape.

Since you can't hide, break it!

Xiao Chen shouted lightly, and the cave in the palm of his hand blew open, booming, and a strand of dragon gas converged in his right arm.

For a moment, Xiao Chen felt like he was filled with infinite strength, even the mountains could be smashed to pieces.

Dragon air apparatus and five fingers, left hand finger fisted, Xiao Chen slashed against the center of the cyclone sword, rushing to the sky.

“So what if it's broken and broken?" ”

Shiraki Peak snorted coldly, and his shirt kept dancing between his energetic gusts.

Hoo-hoo, the air started pouring back and forth as the clothes danced.

Form a wind, whistling back and forth in the arena, like a wave, ups and downs.

Whirlwind Sword Chopped, Five Swords!

Whirlwind Sword Chopped, Six Swords!

Whirlwind Sword Chopped, Seven Swords!

The momentum on White Wood Peak, one liter is rising, the wind is pouring, the heavens and the earth are discolored, the sword is constantly waving.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The sword of a bigger windmill was cut off, and it flew continuously towards Xiao Chen. Under the rotation of the sword, a terrible storm was stirred up in the field.

The ground split apart, huge pieces of dirt, unable to withstand this horrific force, floating into the sky.

“Damn, what is this White Wood Peak doing? It's obvious that Xiao Chen and the place to die!” There were shouts on the field.

In the wind, in the audience, some martial arts fighters, some of their bodies were unstable and wobbly.

But Baiki Peak's movement still didn't stop, and finally it slowly stopped after waving a round of windmill swords composed of ten swords.

Hū hū!

Shiraki Peak kept kicking his breath, waving the ten swords and chopping them as if he were ten years old again.

The whole person has also become extremely weak and unable to do anything about it.

The stacked cyclone sword chopped, one round bigger than the other, one round stronger than the other, looks like a mountain range, coinciding.

Above the observation deck, all over the place, faces began to change, especially those who did not match Xiao Chen's fighters.

The expression on their faces was extremely delightful, and they could see that the Seven Swords had been cut and infinitely powerful, and that there was no ordinary martial arts king who could carry them down.

Xiao Chen is likely to die in this layer of stacked sword, how can they be very happy.

Jiangzi Moxia and Evening Face and others, his face appeared extremely worried. I didn't expect such a fierce scene to occur in the gladiator.

Xiao Chen's face was quiet, ignoring the wind around him and the flying stones, his left hand directly bombarded the front windmill sword chopping sword crossing center dot.

Break!

The windmill sword broke apart and immense power poured into Xiao Chen's body, allowing his five viscera and six organs to swiftly flip up.

The broken sword, like a knife, struck Xiao Chen like a rain spot, leaving a bloody wound.

Boom!

The second hole above the left arm under the palm of the palm blew open, the two dragon air merged, Xiao Chen punched and smashed, followed by the second windmill sword.

The third hole blew up, Xiao Chen broke a stronger windmill sword again and stabbed him all the way.

By the time all the last five dragons had gathered, Xiao Chen had broken the windmill sword formed by nine swords.

Only the last, and most powerful, is left, with ten swords coming out of the city to chop the cyclone sword.

Xiao Chen's clothes have been broken with a broken sword. There are large and small wounds all over her body.

Almost no place is intact, if not a strong body, this broken sword energy alone can divide Xiao Chen countless times.

Look at this last round of cyclone sword chopped, Xiao Chen loudly drank, the green dragon tattoo above his right arm suddenly survived.

There was no right punch, and it finally broke out.

Bang

A dragon power spread out, the mountainous momentum, completely depressed, a shock, the whole fighting field couldn't help but shake a few times.

Hualala!

The windmill sword formed by ten swords broke into numerous pieces, like a rain point, and fell towards the ground densely and numbly.

Xiao Chen descended from the sky in the rain of a sword and punched out towards Baiwood Peak.

Shiraki Peak looked at Xiao Chen, who had broken ten cyclone swords. His eyes were full of surprise and he had no idea there would be such an end.

You want to resist, but you find that you already have a heart, your energy has been completely consumed by the sword of the cyclone, and you have no power at all.

Bang

With one punch, Old Mai's body, like a broken kite, floated into the sky.

Pfft! Pfft!

Rapidly falling sword, the rainy point hit the body of White Wood Peak, not just his body, shot through a thousand holes, leaving countless blood holes.

When it landed, it was completely dead.

The wind went down and some of the audience on the scene couldn't accept the fact that White Wood Peak was actually shot to death by the broken sword that he was waving out of.

“Shit, it's not even dead.” Yunping endured severe pain, watched Xiao Chen still standing, and his heart was filled with resentment.

Xia Yiyan and others sighed in relief, and at the same time were surprised by Xiao Chen's strength.

Above the tall tower, Gao Yangyu's face was calm after all, looking at the scars, the blood, gently kicking Xiao Chen, "Tell Tao to prepare the cloud for appearance, don't give this guy time to kick his breath, I don't want him to lose, as long as he dies! ”

Xiao Chen showed strength, allowing Gao Yangyu to defeat Xiao Chen once, without reporting too much hope.

Shiraki Peak had little life expectancy, and the dying man was able to make Xiao Chen so miserable. He was already satisfied.

Looking at Gao Yangyu's ruthless expression, the other elderly people in the room felt a slight chill.

The death of one of his men, Gao Yangyu didn't even have the slightest love. Cold blood made him chill.