Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The contender for this throne, less pathetic than the other nine, is predictably fierce, and his gold content is the highest of all thrones.

All six strong men, without exception, are the evil demons of the world who have understood the will.

Three of them, more like the mythical presence of the heavenly martial arts domain, brilliant and pervasive Holy Wisdom, make others afraid to approach easily.

Heavenly Pride is not only a fictitious name, but the luck of the ancient ancestors in the underworld will fall into it. Wujin Palace is a rich reward, it is also a disturbing heart.

The White Emperor City of Xiahou, with a long sword in his hand, gazed like electricity, as if it had pierced the heavenly dome, gazing at the golden throne, showing great confidence.

Before he washed his cards, he stood in the first position, and at this moment he re-washed his cards, and he didn't intend to give up the first.

It's just that this year's competition is stronger than he expected, and not only do the two old opponents of the Holy Land see this first place.

The King Yan XIV, the mysterious swordsman wing of the son of the lower realm of luck, and Anjoon Hee, who had just tied hands with the wind, none of them had any tiny feet.

“No one dares to sit down? Then the throne, I swallowed fourteen. ”

Yan Xiao smiled lightly and walked, ready to land directly on the throne.

Boom!

The footsteps just moved a point, and the other five men's blades instantly came out of the sheath, powerful momentum, accompanied by the glow of the will, sweeping across.

The thunderbolt dragon whip in Anjoon Hee's hand, the red blood snatch in the wind's hands, warming the heavenly phoenix sword in the hands of the cloud, none of it is the presence of the secondary god soldiers.

Moments out of the sheath, there was a sound between heaven and earth, crisp buzzing, stirring and converging for a long time.

Xiahou never moves like a mountain, but the blue ring with the index finger is the beginning of a flashing shine, and is also the rhythm of ready to go.

Only the mysterious swordsman's wing, deep in his eyes, revealed a faint smile and appeared most accommodating.

Condensed air, under the oppression of the five powerful, the dark flow, the wind constantly, at this time just one ignition cord can immediately start an astonishing battle.

Beneath the star dome, the powerful factions competing for the other nine thrones felt the intermingling terror, and could not help but faint their appearance.

The other geniuses of the Four Kings family, obstructed the pact, could no longer compete for the golden throne. The other geniuses were powerless again, afraid to lose each other.

For various reasons, not allowing them to compete for first does not mean that they do not want to be first in their hearts.

Yan Xiao gently retracted her legs and grinned in the sunny face. “Don't be so serious. Brother Xiahou, I see your eyes are wide open, this first position, why don't you do it. ”

Xia Hou smiled with a resolute smile and his face remained the same. "Yan Xiao, why pretend to be like this? If you want to argue, you don't mind going first for your brother. ”

No one is foolish. The first person to fly to the throne will surely be attacked at the same time by others and will become cannon dust in the first place.

And you have to sit on it for ten seconds to really get this throne.

These are the most spectacular people in the heavens, but they will not be arrogant. To be able to defeat all others with their own strength, it is necessary to take advantage of the chaos.

An Junxi plays with the nine knots of thunderbolt real dragon whip in his hand, flashing bright, thunderbolt will glow, if nothing disperses, resists the Holy Wisdom of the Three Sons.

After a glance at the golden throne, a burning glance flashed in his eyes and his legs moved, but he finally held on.

The atmosphere on the scene, once again caught in strange silence, nobody dared to move this step.

At this moment, at the highest point of the star dome, a bright, purple light suddenly illuminates, which is eye-catching and eye-catching.

Electric light illuminates in an instant and disappears in an instant, and if it is not a slight tingling sensation from the eyes, it may even make one wonder if there is such an electrical light.

With a gaze and a close look, the face of the six couldn't help but change at the same time. On the back of the golden throne, somehow a white figure stood.

Five officers of Xiu Qi, a clear and cold face, a white coat is spotless. Grasping a slender knife over his right hand, he glanced at six people with a glimpse.

“White Robe Knife, Xiao Chen! ”

The scene of turbulent dark currents became windy and cloudy in the moment, warming clouds, windless winds, An Junxi, Yanxiao's eyes became sharp.

The storm burst, the thunderclouds were scattered, there was a peacock roar, the stardom was ringing, there was a low sinking sound of Xuanwu, as loud as a tsunami, there was a white tiger roar, let the wind cloud change.

After Xiao Chen appeared, the scene had been boiling for a long time and the dark flow was completely ignited.

Dragon's Wrath!

An Junxi's thunderbolt dragon whip, turned into a thunderbolt frenzy dragon, condensed the luminosity of the will, toward Xiao Chen directly smoked past, like a dragon was mentioned in An Junxi's hand.

Finger Breaking Heaven!

In the eyes of Xia Hou, the killer surged, against Xiao Chen's fierce finger, the ring on the index finger sparkled with bright light, a giant finger that was clean as a jade, tearing the air, and burst into rows.

As if he had truly stabbed Tian Dou, he ruthlessly pressed Xiao Chen.

The wind single-handedly held a red-blooded long gun, turning slightly, the sound of a red, bloody gun, quickly spinning up, the sound of a raging wave, which fluctuated.

Wang Yang appeared behind him, the sea waves surged, as the red blood gun rotated, rose up, forming that horrible round of sea tornadoes.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, the red blood gun stopped spinning, the sound of the waves stopped, but the tip of the gun pointed to Xiao Chen standing on the back of the throne.

Rising up, I don't know how high the sea tornado, fell from the sky, swept towards Xiao Chen swept away.

Warm and cloudy, the phoenix sword on a flaming light, rushed to the sky, waved his hand, blinking and turned into a divine bird peacock, diving toward Xiao Chen.

The smile on Yan's fourteenth face is still full of sunshine, but deep in his eyes, the killing machine is like a wave, full of waves.

The long sword sheathed out, waving a brilliant sword light, forming a nine-round golden big day, circled in a circle, whistling directly away.

Recently, suddenly, the wind of the mysterious swordsman's wing, looked Xiao Chen again, but did not expect to see him here, the corner of his mouth pulled out a smile, waved a dark sword light.

The horrific scene at the top of the star dome immediately attracted the eyes of many people, surrounded by 10,000 warships, the elders and disciples of all factions, also without blinking.

Many people seemed very surprised. The first person who stood up was not the three sons, nor the prince of the king's family, nor Anjoon-hee.

Xiao Chen, the White Robe Knife passenger who no one expected, always gave the impression that Xiao Chen was low profile and never proactively caused trouble. Why should he take the initiative to fight for this first time?

“This guy is really crazy, facing six willed geniuses all at once. ”

“I'm afraid none of the three Sons will be able to stop such a dense attack. ”

“Presumably defeated Snowless White. Confidence swelled a little too much. Tianwu is not as simple as he imagined. ”

“The brilliance of the will, and the Holy Spirit of the Sacred Beast, will overwhelm him. How can there be room for retaliation? ”

The shocking scene caused by the simultaneous attack of the six masters surprised some elderly masters. Seeing Xiao Chen's actions, he felt like he was going to commit suicide.

On the throne, Xiao Chen looked calm, watched the heavenly martial arts from all sides, and in the invisibility, the will and the holy will came.

Holding his right hand over the knife handle, the Moon Shadow knife snatched out of the sheath, realizing that the purple symbol in the sea flew out of his eyebrows, turned into a little glorious and swept away quickly.

Thousands of paths formed purple thunder from the will of immortal thunder, descended from the sky, in the air from recklessness to hanging, far as it looked like a thousand thunder dragons, roaring.

Endless thunder robbery, Xiao Chen softly drank, incarnated in ruthless heaven, single-handedly waved, a thousand thunder dragons, dived down.

In the sky, thunderbolt lightning, cloud cover, a thousand thunderbolt dragon moments like a thousand horses and thousands of armies crossed the border, flying toward several people out of the heaven-stage martial arts jumped over.

The sound of an explosion in the sky and earth, above the star dome, kept ringing, and the entire small world of the stars began to shake violently.

Below are the fighters who compete for the other thrones, all in one hand, feeling an unknown panic in their hearts, some amazing look at the highest part of this star dome.

It has been completely stirred into chaos by all kinds of air waves, with the sounds of the raging water waves, the sharp sounds of the divine birds printed with fire, and the endless thunderbolt hanging dragon that tore the heavenly dome.

loud rumbling sound, a ripple of energy, sweeping out of the world, hundreds of other thrones in the dome, all swept away.

Some of the warriors who just sat on the throne, the worst of luck, spit out a mouthful of blood, bounced out of it, can be said not to be a delusional disaster.

Xiahou was perfectly clean as a jade finger, inches broke apart, An Junxi's thunderbolt dragon, also turned into a true dragon whip, warming the clouds of flaming godbirds, has been turned into flaming light disappeared.

Yanxiao's nine days of swordsmanship, smoke dissipated, and the wings of a pitch-black sword emitted at random, was washed to ashes in the first time.

Xiao Chen's Thousand Thunder Dragon turned into a tiny bit of free electric light, crackling gently in the air.

The other six faces were slightly surprised. Xiao Chen actually made a move and broke all the martial arts jointly carried out by them.

Although all six of them held hands with each other, it was also a fatal blow by six people. None of them, in other words, could spell out a similar situation.

Whoa!

Free electric light in the air, rapidly gathered together, a breath of immortality.

Purple will symbol, reshaping over Xiao Chen's head, copying God Thunder, writing immortality, this is Xiao Chen's unbeatable will glow.

An Junxi revealed a flash of divinity, some surprised: “He perfectly fused his will with martial arts, perfectly fused, he really did it. ”

Ignoring the astonishment on their faces, Xiao Chen stood on the back of the throne, gently leaping down and leaning back, sitting steadily on this golden throne.

The instant, endless beam of light, rises from behind the throne and illuminates this starry sky. Unmatched kings, like the vast ocean, burst out.

Six extinct demons were forced to take a step backwards.

What a knife is, an indestructible, bloody knife. What kind of sword is a sword, a sword that never stops dreaming about.

Red Face has loved heroes since ancient times, and Hao Jie has competed very hard. Once the winds and clouds have changed, the dream will be returned this morning.

Who is not Heavenly Pride, who is not Renjie, no matter the afterlife, only this morning, step to the peak, fight first!