Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

“Oh, a lot of acquaintances, Ding Feng, Jiang Zi Mo, Chu Tomb, and Pei Shaoxuan are also there! ”

Xie Ziwen took the three of them and slowly landed on the hundred meters. His tone was softly famous among the crowd.

Apart from a few people named after him, others lazy and arrogant.

Most people on the field, though disgusted in their hearts, do not have too many discontent colors on their faces.

At the last Five Kingdoms Tournament, Xie Ziwen stopped walking for twelve. He could reach the top ten in just one stroke, and stood at the top of the entire continent.

The other side has the arrogant capital to keep them out of sight.

“Brother, it seems that there are no notable masters here, just because they entered the ancient tower, they are also worthless. ”

Behind him, on the collar of the three men, also embroidered the logo of the Evil Moon Palace, obviously also of the Evil Moon Palace.

“The people of the four empires still look as scum as they ever were! ”

Xie Ziwen smiled faintly: “It's fine, so we have a slightly greater chance of entering the ancient tower. ”

Everyone underneath, the face of the rumors immediately changed dramatically, when the people of the Great Jin Nation could also stand for the Ancient Tower.

Looking at the faces of the people beneath him, Xie Ziwen smiled: “Oh, don't be surprised. This Alliance Master of the Apocalypse owes me a great debt of gratitude, and now it is time for him to repay me. ”

“It's sad, there's another four spots missing at once, haha! ”

Xie Ziwen, in the air, revealed a funny smile, didn't even put people in the eyes, as if he must be able to defeat people, has completely completed four places.

“Let's go, it doesn't seem like there are any noteworthy opponents. Even a junior Wu Wang can't fight, it doesn't mean anything anymore. ”

Whoops

Left blush appeared, his right hand quickly stamped, a red tail carving at the top of the seventh order immediately summoned by him.

The red-tailed sculpture, not knowing how long he lived, his body was incredibly huge. After spreading his wings, he was more than 20 meters wide. Left mo stood on it, blocking Xie Ziwen and others from going.

“I don't think I invited you to this party, do you think it's your home? Come if you want. Go if you want. Ask my master if he has. ”

The red-tailed sculpture clapped his wings and looked at this unemotionally, coldly said the man who had left him in the last competition.

Xie Ziwen stood empty-handed and looked at Zuo faintly: “Do you want to fight? Think about it, I really hurt you, I don't have a chance to fight in the ring in five days, don't blame me for being too harsh. ”

Zuo said coldly: "You can do whatever you want. I've been waiting a long time for the day of snow shame for more than two years. If you send it to me, I won't have to wait for two years. ”

“Brother, do we have to do this? Look, he's just steel to the King of Pinwu, far from the limit, you don't have to do it at all. ”

Xie Ziwen smiled softly: “It's okay, let him know what the gap is. Today's times are already different from those of two years ago, so as not to be having daydreams that can return to the top 20. ”

A few people heard the story and left two people empty in the air without talking too fast.

Without a slight carelessness, he left the red-tailed sculpture under his feet and let it rush toward Xie Ziwen.

Bang Bang!

On the way back, his hands switched rapidly with handprints, a few chirps, and three seven-stage flying spiritual beasts reappeared in the air.

“Go!”

Left Mo waved his palm, and the three-headed flying spirit beast flew hard towards Xie Ziwen. Together with the red-tailed sculpture, he formed a siege against Xie Ziwen.

Seventh order spiritual beasts are equivalent to the power of the king of martial arts, and this specially trained spiritual beast has a stronger fighting power than its peer demonic beasts.

The harnessing of Animal Ramadan will make every domesticated spiritual beast accept all kinds of slaughter and competition for a long time. The fierceness of this spiritual beast is much scarier than ordinary warriors.

This is not of the utmost importance, and it is even more dangerous that disciples who control the beasts can, by special means, control them as much as they control their arms.

So earlier, Xiao Chen, while on top of his fist and feet, pressed Zuo Mo, many people still didn't think Zuo Mo could lose.

The power of controlling the spiritual beast is the true fighting power of a disciple of the beast, whose fists and feet are merely ancillary.

pēng pēng pēng pēng!

Xie Ziwen waved a wave of wind against the attack of the four-headed flying spiritual beast. The wind kept pouring down the feathers of the bird beast.

Though it was impossible to break through the spiritual beast's encirclement, Xie Ziwen was not suppressed.

Relaxed, one hand at a time, it crushed the flames of the four spiritual beasts.

Watching the situation slowly tilt towards each other, Left Mo's face changed slightly, trying to control the four heads, while again summoning the two flying spiritual beasts out.

At this pause, six flying spiritual beasts emerged, while controlling so many spiritual beasts, the left face also looked very hard, and the sweat dropped slowly on the forehead.

But in return, Xie Ziwen's face finally became cautious under the six-headed spiritual beast. It was not as easy as before.

“So strong, I didn't think Zuo Mo would be able to control the six-headed spiritual beast at once. It is estimated that the beast has practiced to the seventh degree. ”

“Perhaps this time, even before the snow can be shamed, even if the genius of the Great Jin Nation is stronger, there are boundaries! ”

Looking at the strengths in the field, they began to tilt to the left and get a little excited in their hearts.

Anyway, we are all people of the four empires, despised by the people of the Great Jin Nation, everyone will feel uncomfortable.

But they all know that they are not Xie Ziwen's opponents. If Zuo Mo can help them to breathe, his heart will naturally follow suit.

Shh!

At this moment, Left Mo bit his teeth, his hands switched at speed, and the flying spiritual beast reappeared on both ends of the seventh order.

“Eight heads, this is really promising!” The crowd couldn't help but get excited and excited, "he said.

Xiao Chen held the Moon Shadow Knife and looked at Xie Ziwen's brother and found their faces extremely calm, without any fluctuations.

Hiddenly, it seems that things are not as simple as this. With so many seventh order spiritual beasts, it may not be possible to create an overwhelming advantage for Xie Ziwen.

“It's not over. Break it! ”

Seeing as he summoned the two spiritual beasts, Xie Ziwen looked cold and snorted coldly, flaming brightly over his palms.

Wind Ring Flame Palm!

The palms of both hands together, the hot flame light ring suddenly spreading from Xie Ziwen's body, one lap outward.

Bang

The first wave of flame rings completely ejected the six spiritual beasts, and the second wave of flame rings lit all the feathers on the six bird beasts.

The third wave of flame rings exploded, and all the spiritual beasts caught in the flame were burst into tears.

From a distance, Xie Ziwen spreads a wave of flame circles. His whole body is like bathing in the fire.

The power of the flame ring, waves are stronger than waves, by the sixth lap, all the spiritual beasts had become seriously injured and hammered to death.

Left Mo's face changed dramatically, rushing to recall the severely injured spiritual beast, which was raised from childhood to adulthood, each worth even the city.

There is hope for life as long as we return to the soul-blooded space.

“Can you walk away? Just a bunch of animals trying to hurt me! ”

Xie Ziwen, with his hands together, looked coldly at the movement of Zuomo, the flaming hands of the bear, waved six times in a row.

Boom, boom, boom!

Six palms composed of flames appeared in the sky, completely blowing up Zumo's spiritual beast into pieces and dying without a whole corpse.

Zuo Mo's face showed a grieving expression. I didn't expect Xie Ziwen to be so resolute that he would destroy all his spiritual beasts.

With a glimmer of perseverance in his eyes, Left Mo's hands began to transform them, a complex handprint, and a soul-blooded jade in his chest slowly blossomed into a bright light.

A frightening atmosphere emanated from him, causing a faint feeling of pressure.

“Eighth order spiritual beast, unfortunately you don't have a chance to summon! ”

With a flash of shape, Xie Ziwen flashed a burning flame behind him. Where he walked, the air seemed to have been burned.

Two 7th order spiritual beasts hurried towards it, trying to buy time for Zuomo, Xie Ziwen smiled and disappeared without a trace.

How dare you break through the blockade of two spiritual beasts? When it reappeared, it came to Zuomo.

“Nine Winged Monkeys, come out!” Left Mo finally finished his last handprint and looked pale on his face.

An aperture appeared in the chest, and the horror emanated from it, and a beast roared.

The sound waves were appalling. Xie Ziwen was the first to take the brunt, almost blowing away, stabilizing his mind and looking at the nine-wing monkey who had already detected his head.

Xie Ziwen roared. “Go back! ”

The sparkling light on his right hand reappeared, and the flame shined brightly, burning infinitely, making his palm feel like holding a little sun.

Bang! A palm was stamped on the head of the Nine-Winged Monkey, and the Nine-Winged Monkey screamed, and was beaten back by the raw, and the aperture slowly began to close.

Puchi!

Summoning an eight-stage spiritual beast would have consumed a lot of spiritual power. Now the summons fails. Left Mo's face is completely pale without any blood, and he spits a blood arrow in his mouth.

The whole person is crashing in the air and falling at any moment.

Xie Ziwen sneered: “If you take disgrace from yourself, don't blame me for the hard work, go back! ”

The palm flames gathered again and printed the past harshly toward Left Mo, which is about to be printed. Left Mo has to be cultivated for at least six months.

Five days later, the battle in the ring is a total lack of opportunity, and the future of the whole person may be ruined.

Hu Hu!

At this moment, a radiant purple knife flashed with electric light and quickly swept towards the middle of the two.

The timing of the shooter is perfect. It is just a moment when Xie Ziwen's palm is printed. It is not too late.

Let Xie Ziwen have to abandon the attack and turn back to defend this knife.