Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the astonishing eyes of all, in the face of Liu Xiaoyun, ranked in the top ten of the previous session, the Snow Sword Sect has been one of the few geniuses of swordplay for thousands of years.

The rookie Chu Dynasty gave up his defense, went straight to nowhere, carried a dazzling sword and killed the past.

Liu Xiaoyun coldly said: “Ignorance, I really think I can't help you. If you want to die, then I will become you. ”

He didn't make a big deal out of it, because in one group, Liu Xiaoyun never put anything else in his eyes. In his eyes, nobody deserved his full hand except Xuan Tian.

When you do not encounter the heavens of Xuan, you must preserve some strength. Otherwise, there will be no base card for the princes of the eight great families.

He's not just looking at the top ten!

With a sigh of anger, Liu Xiaoyun raised his strength to 60%, momentum suddenly surged by 10%, the cold wind whistled, silk snowflakes drifted from the sky.

A little at the toe of the void, the surrounding air of cold ice condenses over the blade, the sword body is transparent, like a sword carved into a thousand years of cold ice.

Thousands of lights shined on his body. Chu Chaoyun's clothes were adorned with golden yellow hair, filled with golden light, like a glittering dance.

Bang

The golden brilliant sword, and the cold frost to make up the sword, with two distinct contexts, blinked, met violently in the air.

The two of them performed excellent swordsmanship, and in the middle of the sky, they quickly fought each other. Between a few breaths, you came and went with dozens of swords.

Cold winds whistle, the light shines brightly, white and yellow two swords, flying around the scene.

The concentration of the sword power is astonishing. The sword power is like the essence. In the distance, it is like cutting out countless pieces of space.

Through the wind and thunder junction, the crowd can only see a blurred space, the two shadows intertwined, the sound of Jingo handed over, and it kept ringing.

“Better than swordsmanship, more than swordsmanship, more than Italian, more than once, the two can take into account so many points. ”

“Yeah, if you take a little bit less than the other side, you lose instantly. ”

“Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and context can only become true masters of swordsmanship if they combine all three. Looking at Liu Xiaoyun's appearance, however, it seems that he hasn't done all he can. He probably wants to save some cards against Xuan Tian. ”

The warriors watching the war, whispering about the battle on stage, some swordsman warriors don't even blink. The war between the two Kendo geniuses is rare on weekdays. If you can learn from it, it will certainly help you with your swordsmanship.

One sword for each of them, the cold ice and endless light burst, under the refraction of the ice crystal, the golden light diffracted into seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, and purple.

The wind lightning stage is bright red, like the immortal realm, under seven colored lights, Willow sky cloud and Chu Chaoyun, as if they were immortals flying out of the sky.

The seven-color wave generated by the explosion caused both of them to take several steps backwards. Liu Xiaoyun forcibly stopped backwards and stopped before Chu Chaoyun.

Thousand Armies Furious!

Taking the lead, Liu Xiaoyun did not hesitate to show his killing moves, the long sword danced, and suddenly a roar came from heaven and earth.

If tens of millions of iron-faced ruthless swordsmen roar, forming an infinite power behind Liu Xiaoyun, the long sword leads this great power, and the sword of the mountain falls into the sea, it leans toward Liu Xiaoyun.

Cold winds do not roar, snowflakes do not dance, there is only one sword in heaven and earth with the fury of thousands of swordsmen.

Watching the opponent do the killing trick, and not forcibly stopping the body, after the air waves flowed far away. Chu Chaoyun smiled slightly, his right hand gently, the long sword fingered Liu Xiaoyun floating quietly in front of him.

Reaching his right hand upwards, in the void he seemed to touch a piece of calm, seemingly slowly, but quickly drew a circle.

Ka ka ka!

As his palms slid through, a golden sword shadow appeared neatly, and every time a golden sword shadow appeared, a loud sword roared in the heavens and the earth.

The sound was crisp, pleasant and heartwarming. With the sound of a moving sword, it swept straight into the sky, stirring the heavy cloud in the sky, and the rumble continued.

When the circle of palms is drawn together, a circle of swords composed of swordshadows is formed instantly, based on the long sword floating in front of the chest of the Chu dynasty.

Boom!

Ding Ding Dang Dang, the sounds of the swirling sword and chant, converge, the mighty aura breaks open the clouds. A golden light column descended from the sky, passing through the wind lightning junction to cover the clouds of the Chu Dynasty.

In a golden bath, Chu Chaoyun's momentum instantly climbed to the top, and the light shined brightly. With the invincible atmosphere of Liu Xiaoyun, fierce confrontation in the air, no concession, secrecy still prevails.

Pā!

Chu Chaoyun clapped over the handle of the sword in the circle of swords. Everyone strangely saw that the wind lightning stage swayed and swayed for a moment.

Above the blade, with the power of this palm, a radiant golden sword light shoots towards the flowing cloud of willow.

In the golden light, there is enormous and colorful power, the face of Liu Xiaoyun is slightly white. He was made up of thousands of iron-faced swordsmen roaring, and in this golden light, there appeared a slight splash.

Without giving him a chance to react and make amends, the long sword in the circle of swords shoots at him.

chacha cha!

Negligible blossoms could have been ignored. Under the power of this sword, it spread rapidly, and the sword's intentions eventually burst apart. Liu Xiaoyun was forced to do nothing but disperse the invincibility and momentum of this unbeatable sword and take the sword back to resist the flying sword.

Clang

Liu Xiaoyun spit out a mouthful of blood, and by the power of this sword, he pounded out and fell hard on the ground.

“Damn, 60% strength can't cure you, then 70%! ”

Roared in the heart of the rolling cloud on the ground, the momentum grew by 10% again. In the snowflake, the ground rose toward the Chu Chaoyun to kill the past.

Chu Chaoyun, bathed in the golden light, looked at the rolling cloud, smiled slightly, lightly patted, the aperture of the golden sword shadow in front of him broke apart, dozens of golden light swords with a sword storm wiped past.

pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng pēng!

Infinite storm, in the shadow of thousands of swords, Yao Xiaoyun long sword dance, only a moment of resistance, was scratched by the storm and beaten back.

“70% is not strong enough, then 80%! ”

Liu Xiaoyun's face at this time has become very ugly, the original floating temperament, when there is no survival.

With a gentle gesture from your right hand, park the long sword in the sky and return to your hand. Holding the sword tightly in his hand, he felt the powerful power in the sword. Chu Chaoyun was in the air, one step still, and the sword kept dancing.

Around the golden light column, a thousand shadows of men with long swords suddenly appeared, and those shadows flew up and down, swording wildly, uncontrollably spread out.

Thousands of swords at the same time diffuse is really too powerful. The wind lightning stage under the light column can no longer support it. It cracks a gap, dragon gas spills, and immediately sounds a bright dragon roar.

The dragon bark sounded, Chu Chaoyun held the long sword, slightly paused, tens of thousands of people instantly disappeared, all sword intentions converged on the sword body.

Bang

A sword emerged, a sword swept out by the shadows of thousands of people, and the newly risen willow cloud was struck back again.

“80% is not strong enough, then 90%! ”

Liu Xiaoyun roared, not wanting to admit to losing at all, feet a little, with a stronger momentum, re-killed the past.

Chu Chaoyun's expression on his face seemed extremely calm. He held his sword with his hands and held it above his head. He watched Liu Xiaoyun rise and fall in anger with a sword.

Boom!

A huge voice rang, and the golden light falling from the sky turned into a huge sword with the sword of Chu Chaoyun.

The sword lit like a pillar, when his head fell, the rising willow cloud burst, resisted for a moment, spit out a breath of blood, and again fell to the ground.

“Ninety percent is not strong enough, then ten percent!” Liu Xiaoyun has gone completely insane at this moment.

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords!

But this time, Chu Chaoyun didn't give him a chance to wake up, unexpectedly. The attack was launched directly in advance, the figure flashed, and the long sword drew four swords.

Liu Xiaoyun's knees on his feet, wrists on his hands, were cut by swordfire and blood flowed across him.

Snapped, the whole person crawled on the ground, knee wrist injured, couldn't even stand up, lying on the ground, looking up at Chu Chaoyun with extreme reluctance.

I lost my English name, my face, I couldn't bear to see it!