Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Six percent of the swordsmanship, the wind and clouds gathered together, Xiao Chenyi defeated the king power of one of the giants.

Even if the other party repairs to the odd height and even opens the sea of knowledge, one tenth of the energy has been refined to true yuan, but it is still not Xiao Chen's opponent.

When he shows a back card again, the so-called one-tenth of the true yuan, it's not enough to look at it.

At this moment, no one thinks Xiao Chen ranks at the bottom of the eight giants, so powerful can compete with Bai.

If you are thinking about being bold, you may not be able to fight Sima Lingxuan, but the odds of winning are slightly lower.

“In the next scene, Nangong Ziyue battled the northern meditation. ”

Another battle between the children of the world, although they lost the first eight battles because of previous defeats. But strength is still there, it's a top 10 contender, and the battle is quite eye-catching.

The northern meditation is good at mastery, the grieving clap will render heartless and complete, the palm method is ruthless and ruthless, every move contains a great deal of authority.

However, he encountered the purple moon of the Nangong Palace, and the other party's mountain water situation, quiet as the waves of water, shaking like a mountain, happened not to fear his heartless path.

The two of them matched their opponents. After a full 400 moves, the ruthless path of the northern meditation appeared, and Nangong Purple Moon seized the opportunity to win.

In the case of only eight rounds, Nangong Ziyue won the match, and the distance to the top ten is another step forward.

“Next, Sima Lingxuan battles Liu Xiaoyun. ”

After a few more rounds of competition, Sima Lingxuan appeared, but his opponent was not the eight giants, but Liu Xueyun, the true disciple of the Flying Snow Sword Sect.

Eight fights in eight rounds, there are only eight giants, except for themselves and the other seven giants can only fight seven fights, and the remaining one is naturally drawn from other players.

How it's arranged is a referee's business, but the rest of the scene is hardly too stressful for the eight giants. None of the other players, except the eight giants themselves, could give them any trouble.

Liu Xiaoyun looked at Sima Lingxuan, powerful and confident across the street, sighed softly and smiled bitterly: "Three years ago, you could still walk ten moves. Three years later, I'm afraid I can't even stop you. ”

“Sima Lingxuan, you and I are better than swords, only swords, not others. ”

Similar to a sword and a knife, that is, both swords at the same time, see who can defeat each other's swords, who is the winner.

Liu Xiaoyun's sword naturally did not have Sima Lingxuan's strength. He said that he wanted to be with Sima Lingxuan more than the sword, and realized that the other party's cultivation above the sword's will was used to improve himself.

Sima Lingxuan's personality was lonely, underestimated the world's swordsmen, Liu Xiaoyun had a desire for the right approach. At this moment, his posture was very low, his eyes were burning, and he hoped that the other party would agree with him.

“In your capacity and strength, you are qualified to compete with me. Prepare your sword.” Sima Lingxuan sighed and did not reject Liu Xiaoyun's proposal.

A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and Willow Skylark arched his hand: “Thank you! ”

Yan Bi, the right hand is held on the handle of the sword, the energy in the body, the cold ice, the sword, and the understanding of the sword in the heart, accumulate quickly at this moment.

Sounds simpler than a sword, just pull out the sword and throw it out, but in this simple action, there are all kinds of reasons. Sword intent, sword gesture, situation, the force of the hand, as long as any side is wrong, the moment the sword is drawn out of the sheath will blossom.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became heavy, the air solidified at this moment, the silence like death on the wind lightning stage, silence between the two sides, each accumulating their momentum.

Whimpering!

Just in this endless silence, suddenly a bright sword sounded, the sword long and even solemn, between the sword's trembling, the huge wind lightning bolt continued to tremble.

Two hands simultaneously, a lonely long sword, rapidly spinning in the middle of the sky, carrying snowflakes and dancing, blindfolded sword to emit silver-white light, make this place colder.

Cold, extreme cold, cold and cold, this is Willow Skylark's land, and his sword intentions serve it as well.

On the other hand, Sima Lingxuan's long sword is a golden flash of light, a raging wind and dance, the clouds rolling, the wind rising in the clouds, containing a vast kingship, this is a king's sword.

Under the auspices of 60% of the sword, the king's ambition appeared to be hegemonic and mighty. There was a sword in the underworld to face, and he was the king of the sword.

Boo!

The two swords quickly staggered together, belonging to Yao Xiaoyun's long sword, bang, was struck out, and then rubbed directly into two pieces.

And the long sword of Sima Lingxuan, with a loud sword, easily plunged into the wind lightning stage, cracked a gap dragon gas immediately rose up.

The hazy dragon, let the lonely and arrogant long sword, the momentum increased dramatically, the sharp ray of the King's sword, rolled away, almost breaking the wind thunder junction in high altitude.

In front of that sword of kings, Liu Xiaoyun had no resistance whatsoever, and the difference in sword meaning was too great.

The sword is the swordsman's second split. The sword followed Liu Xiaoyun many days and nights, killing countless enemies and instilling his spiritual blood and soul long before he knew it.

At this moment, the sword broke and the corner of Liu Xiaoyun's mouth immediately overflowed with blood stains. His face became pale and bloodless, and his mental weakness was exhausting.

After losing, Liu Xiaoyun's Six-Zhong Jinlong was immediately devoured by Sima Lingxuan, and his shine dimmed a lot.

It belongs to Sima Lingxuan's Golden Dragon, but the increase is not too obvious, or the length of eight characters and seven characters, with his current luck. Unless you beat the eight giants, the length of the Golden Dragon is hard to keep growing.

Drying the blood stain on the corner of his mouth, Liu Xiaoyun did not rush to get off the stage, but closed his eyes and carefully realized what Sima Lingxuan's sword meant when the two long swords were staggered at that moment.

After a long time, Liu Rolling Cloud opened his eyes and revealed some comfort on his pale face, picking up two broken swords on the wind lightning stage.

“I always do my best to compete with swordsmen, and there will be no reservations.” If the outsiders don't understand anything, Sima Lingxuan drifts off the wind lightning stage.

Yet Liu Xiaoyun was slight. He understood what Sima Lingxuan meant. The other party was to persuade him not to be discouraged. It's just that Sima Lingxuan has a lonely personality. It must not be possible for him to go directly to comfort people. That's why he looks like he's making some corners.

The first round of the game, in the excited divine color of the crowd, unconsciously finished walking. Among the eight giants, Wang Wang Quan and Li Tianhua double-defeated, missing the first chance to compete.

The two giant battles did not disappoint everyone, Xiao Chen against the king, Xuan Tianhua against Li Tianhua.

Both are the rookies of the year, under the protrusion of the ex-military, the road has been dramatic, the battle performance has climbed, and the golden dragon circling over his head has risen wildly all the way, never stopped.

Especially Xiao Chen, which is even more elusive, has not lost since the knockout.

In the absence of many martial artists, Xiao Chen won all the way, defeating all the opponents, always revealing a little bottom card to defeat the opponent when people think that his succession is about to end.

Nobody knows how many cards he has. This young man from Qin, dressed in a white robe, a long knife, knifed down all roads, the world's children, the disciples of the sect, the old giant.

Don't be proud, don't be humble, there is always a clear and faint look between your eyebrows.

“In the first round, the battle against the dawn of the mountains began.” At the start of the ninety-fourth round, the referee unhurriedly announced the line-up of the two sides of the race.