Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The battleship roamed, stopping a kilometer above the flat ground at the waist of the main summit of Kunlun Mountain, with a shining light gate above the flat ground.

On several stone platforms in front of Kwangmen, there were five Wu Emperors, each corresponding to a race, people, demons, gods, demons and corpses.

Seeing such scenes, fools can also guess that this place is guarded by the Five Communities. After the light gate, it should be the Springs Pool.

Not far from the flat, there is a staircase that leads to the heights, and from a distance the staircase has no idea how many levels. The steps at the end of the line of sight, hidden in clouds and misty.

Xiao Chen looked around for a moment. In the middle of the sky, the Imperial Battleship of the Demonic Ghost Race Corpse Race had arrived early. Only the Divine Battleship was visible.

Above the three tribal warships, no younger generation of extinct monstrous monstrous evil, I think it should all go down.

Above the stone table below, the Wu Emperor of the people, who could see the battleship of Wu Jingu Palace, nodded slightly to the Python Zhuan Emperor above the bow, and immediately closed his eyes.

Python Zhuang Emperor, silently said: "Ten of you go down with me, the others do not move, just wait here. ”

whoosh!

In a handful of volumes, Xiao Chen and others did not even have the ability to resist, and were brought up by an irresistible force. By the time his body recovered comfortably, he had stood on the platform, behind the people's Wu Emperor.

In a short moment, it was as if it was a transient shift. The power of the Quasi-emperor made Xiao Chen and others completely incomprehensible. It was amazing.

Looking at the back of the demonic Wudi ghost Wudi corpse Wudi, each stands ten young demons flashing with a deep breath.

The geniuses of the other three tribes can be compared together to find that the momentum is completely different.

The younger generation of the demonic race, the aura is fierce and fierce, each without any disguise, as if it were going to erupt at any time.

The younger generation of the corpses, a dark face, hard as iron, a dead-end look. With only eyes, the fierce light was restrained, and Xiao Chen and others who had just fallen were measured without good intentions.

As for the ghosts, like the corpse fighters, they are equally dead-end, but they appear to be more quiet and deeper.

If the death of the corpse is a sign, the fury and madness of the heart will not be less than that of the demonic warriors.

Then the Ghost Warrior, is completely dead and depressed. He doesn't seem to have any angry feelings at all. The white face, all quiet as water, is like a mold carved out.

Coincidentally, Xiao Chen, the young demons of these three tribes, all knew each other.

The demon tribe is Xiaotian Monkey Maple, the corpse tribe is the king and maid who took the death throne, and the ghost tribe is the red dress with the eight ghosts carrying the sedan.

As soon as the first two appeared, a hostile gaze was cast, except that the monkey appeared more invisible and the hostile gaze flashed away.

The hostility among Wang's remnants has not dispersed, and he has shown some contempt for Xiao Chen's demonstrations.

As for the woman in red dress, she never went to see Xiao Chen from start to finish.

The younger generation of the Divine Nation, did not show up, so the light door could not be opened for the time being. Others seemed accustomed to the Divine Nation, and it did not seem too unexpected.

“A lot of old acquaintances. Xia Hou is dead. He's about to enter the Springs Pool. Don't you dare bet with me. ”

Behind the demon tribe, a rough young man with a huge figure, naked shoulders and a light lion print on both sides of his cheeks jumped out and said to Xiahou.

The three sons of the people have been out of the country for a long time. They are known for their small reputation throughout the Kunlun kingdom. There will certainly be a lot of resentment.

Obviously, the genius warriors of this demon tribe, and Xia Hou Jun, had a story.

Shui Lingling whispered in Xiao Chen's ear: “What jumped out was the Golden Lion slaughter, the number three figure of the demonic family's younger generation, who was once in a secret realm of the Xuan Realm, and was swept away by Xia Hou, and there was spiritual demon blood in his body. ”

In ancient times, there were hundreds of demon ancestors. Each of these demon ancestors was the emperor of the extinct king. Some demon ancestors had bloodshed. The power of the descendants would far exceed that of some of their peers. At the same time, there were some gifted abilities.

These bloodlines, known within the demonic domain as spiritual bloodlines, are somewhat like the Kings' family, which has not been destroyed for tens of thousands of years, and are deeply rooted.

Xia Hou smiled coldly and jumped out. “Am I afraid of you? Bet what you say. ”

Slaughter chest has a bamboo smile: “It's very simple, this place is not suitable for a real fight. You and I will do it in a way that does not use the heavenly law. I will not turn into a demon, nor will you use the holy beast martial arts. ”

“Just like that, the loser gives the other party 5,000 black stars. ”

A black star coin is about the equivalent of a hundred ordinary star coins, 5,000 black star coins, or 500,000 star coins, which is not much for two people.

The gambling stuff doesn't matter, mainly in front of so many geniuses, if you lose, you will not be able to afford it.

Xia Hu had some doubts. This slaughter was obviously ready for him for a long time. Moreover, the flesh of the demonic race is much stronger than the human race. Without the use of true elements and natural laws, it is obvious that the other party has some advantages.

But in front of so many people, if you don't agree, you will appear timid. If it gets out, your reputation will surely not pass.

But with my strength, as long as it's not an absolute disadvantage, it should be fine to remain undefeated. Even if you lose, it doesn't matter as long as you're not a loser.

After all, everyone knows that the human body is much weaker than the demon body.

Xiahou said directly, “I'd be happy to accompany you. ”

Tu Zehaha laughed and repeated: “Xia Hou Jian, you really don't know how to live, I see how you are ashamed of this man today. ”

After words, the feet on the ground, the slaughter body flashed, the body friction with the air, the sound of a stinging explosion, is a punch towards the face door of the summer.

Xia Hou definitely felt something was wrong, but the other fist had arrived in front of him, he could not think much, use his skill, slap a hand.

Want to fan to the side of the slaughterhouse, use the technique of four or two kilos to push each other straight away.

Pā!

But this clap, heavily slapped over the fist body, made an earshot. The slaughter was a straight punch, but the tattoo was immobile, without any deviation.

Xiahou was shocked and felt like he was fanning on a mountain peak and his palms were sore.

The other party has exceeded him by too much force, and he can't do it at all if he wants to break it by coincidence.

As the boxer arrived, Xiahou had to quickly stretch his left hand, blocking himself from the front door and trying to resist.

chacha cha!

The sound of a broken bone rang, the slaughter of Tsurugawa, not knowing how many tens of thousands of kilograms of force, directly broke Xiahou's left arm.

Without diminishing his strength, he continued to rush off. He hit Xia Hou's face through his arms. Xia Hou's body fell backwards as soon as he looked up.

Slaughter smiled, taking advantage of the forward step, another punch against the landing Xiahou absolutely bombarded the past.

With a broken left arm, Xiahou looked pale and painful, his body spinning empty and spinning twice between the ground, avoiding this punch.

Boom!

The fist fell on the ground, the cracks spread, and the rubble flew around in the instant room.

At first, Xia Hou fell into the absolute downwind, hiding from the slaughter, without even having a chance to kick his breath.

After ten moves, Tu Ze grabbed an opportunity to kick his foot over Xia Hou's chest and directly took off his beating.

There is a fierce force in the boxing, Xia Hou was never forced to do anything. He had to use True Yuan forcibly to remove this force path to barely stabilize his heel.

However, after ten moves, he was forced to use the real yuan by the slaughter, kicked to fly with his feet, risked falling to the ground, and could be said to have as many wolves as he wanted.

Xia Hou's face was gloomy when he saw a gaze coming from the warriors of all ethnic groups on all sides.

This time, his face was disgraced. He threw out a ring with a thousand black stars and threw it directly to each other. Xiahu went behind the team without a word.

Tatsuzawa took the ring and smiled with great pleasure: “I reached the first level of my body half a month ago, a punch can strike two million kilograms of strength, Xia Hou you really don't know how to live, dare to compare me to the physical fights. ”

“Ten moves beaten by me, what a bullshit son of a bitch, not worth mentioning. ”

Others reveal a sudden divine appearance. The flesh of the demonic race has a great advantage over the people. Today, the slaughter reaches the first order of sacred body, and it has an overwhelming advantage.

Xia Hou's defeat is so ugly, but it can be said that it should not be promised at all. Blame Xia Hou for never being too arrogant.

The wolf fell and was severely humiliated by the slaughter. Xia Hou desperately held his breath and wanted to vomit blood.

In the younger generation of the people, his eyes swept away, and Tu Ze said with some unfailing intentions: “If anyone wants to take Xia Hou's place, I will be with him at any time. ”

Others are silent and do not speak. If it is true strength, no one fighting alone will be afraid of this slaughter.

But knowing that the other party has advanced to the first degree of the holy body, the force reaches two million kilograms, and without the use of true yuan and natural law, where will it become the big one?

“Turns out it's all a bunch of cartilage. I don't even have the guts to get ten spots. It's a waste of time.” The slaughterhouse leaves its mouth shut and looks very proud, so it has to go back.

The younger generation of the people, angry in their hearts, but they all have reason, and have not made any impulsive decisions.

Little Tian Monkey in the demonic tribe, watching the scene, his heart moved, his lips wriggled, gave a few separate words to Tu Ze, and then looked at Xiao Chen coldly.

Tu Ze heard Xiaotian Monkey's voice. He had to stop and turn around. He looked at Xiao Chen and looked at the past.

“You are Xiao Chen, the white robe knife, the only warrior from Misty Lake in 10,000 years? ”

Xiao Chen was a little strange. Somehow he noticed himself and said calmly: "Yes or no, what to do with you. ”

Tu Ze's eyes flashed a gloomy glance and slowly walked over. “Good, looks like it's really you. If you dare to come out and make a bet, I'll let Tu Ze give you three moves. ”

Give me three moves? After Xiao Chen listened, he didn't have to look at each other very strangely. If you want to die, you don't have to die this way.