Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Two noble god fighters did not move, and the other thirteen god fighters, slowly rising out of the water, stood.

The white-haired man sitting on the tray leg swept a glance on all sides and spit out two words: “Demon Race. ”

Thirteen divine geniuses, silent, began to accumulate momentum, neatly pulling out the golden sword matching the waist, each wielding a golden sword, flashing towards the demonic gathering point.

In the void, the Quartet sang a hymn, a bright hymn that brought together the thirteen golden swords to form a giant sword that surrounded the myriad of divine lines.

Huge sword power, amazing momentum, a sword flying in, as if it could chop up the void. The divine lines that circulate on it also allow forcibly combined swordsmanship to be strong and unmatched.

Demonic warriors jumped in the air and dared not collide with the sword strength formed by these thirteen men.

These thirteen divine martial arts fighters, any one of whom fought alone, had a 60% chance of winning. Where do you dare to fight together today?

Only the grandson of the Peacock King, Confucius is furious and does not jump out of the sky. The heavenly rule behind it was transformed into a hundred-metre peacock feather that was inserted behind it.

Root purple feathers, sparkling with crystalline purple light, like peacock open screen, perfect for infinity. He stretched his hand and a bright peacock roared.

Spatial oscillations, the divine lines on that giant sword Qi, were affected and began to break by an inch.

His palms pushed forward, the giant peacock screen flower behind him, brilliant, crystal clear, broke the giant sword of the divine print, directly crushed by his palm.

The peacock screen flowered behind him, and Kohara looked down at the grey-haired man and said: "Emperor, what do you mean, you want to kill it all? ”

The white-haired male emperor said slightly unexpectedly: “Well, it seems that your cultivation has reached its peak of semi-saltar success, you can stay. ”

The other demonic warriors who stopped in the sky were disgusted. The slaughter temper was the hottest. He scolded: "Fuck you, Emperor, you are only a god now. Do you really think you are a god? ”

After that, I want to flush it down again.

The emperor raised his head slightly, his eyes swept coldly, and his powerful mental strength locked the slaughter.

Feel a vast power surround yourself, slaughter a wild gesture, immediately stop, in the air, do not dare to move.

“You can stay if you want, as long as you can catch the combined strike of thirteen of our warriors. ”

The slaughterhouse was on fire, he fought alone, maybe the demon showed up to barely beat one of them, of course just maybe.

Thirteen divine geniuses combined for a single blow. Where can you hold it, the temper suddenly arrived. But at first glance, Dao Emperor's indispensable eyes, immediately fluttered the flag drum, depressed can not do.

The demonic people were angry, all yelled at and fought with this group, and they also looked to Kong Yuan for help.

But Kong had deliberately ignored it. He knew better than anyone that the horrible thirteen people in front of him were not a big problem. The real difficulty is the gray-haired man who didn't make a move, and the gray-haired woman.

Two people, one divine son and the other divine goddess, have already named the entire Kunlun, if these two together.

Even he could not save himself, the whole demon tribe had to be expelled, the emperor had not killed him, and he would naturally not be saying anything more.

“Emperor, you can do whatever you want. I'll take this. ”

Xiaotian Monkey Maple, suddenly said to the Emperor.

“Natural arithmetic, my emperor has no shortcomings. When, what I said doesn't count. ”

The emperor showed a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. As long as someone accepted the condition, the fish died and the net broke, and he didn't want to see it.

As long as one person accepts, even the demon clan side is set.

Little Tian Monkey took the sword by force in the attention of other demonic warriors, surpassing others.

Although some of them vomited blood, the monkey was not seriously injured, but slightly injured.

The deep light of the emperor's eyes sparkled, and he could see the suspicion at a glance. This little monkey is strong, but he can catch the sword, relying on a royal treasure in his body.

However, it was not slightly broken and nodded slightly, indicating that he could stay.

Other demonic fighters, unaware of the entrance, were forcibly picked up by three more people. As a result, they were severely wounded and spit blood, and worse, their waists were cut off.

None of the holy defense secrets on your body do much good.

As a result, others suck in a breath of cold air and dare not say anything more. Ultimately, only two demons stayed, King Peacock's grandson Kongwon, Little Tian Monkey Maple.

This movement naturally attracts all the other three warriors.

Xiao Chen didn't stop practicing, but God was out there, but he knew everything.

I have already heard of the power of the Divine Nation. At first sight today, I finally understood that the Emperor was immobile and waved away all eight genius warriors of the Demonic Nation.

Seems decisive and hegemonic, but the plot used in it is also shout-out.

If the demon tribe did not solve it well and let it all rebel, then the genius of the other tribes would certainly not speak so well and unite against him, obviously not the result he wanted.

Xiao Chen, the woman of the ghost tribe who had a red dress on one side, reached out and held all the fighters in her tribe behind her.

On a cheek as white as snow, it's cool and not angry, just as beautiful as it used to be.

“Emperor, what exactly do you want to do?” The women in the red dress were cold and there was no angry sound.

Emperor is like a ghost axe artificial, engraved handsome face, no change, said: “What I want to do has been made clear, the essence of the divine spring in this pool is obviously limited. ”

“Limited resources, absorbed by so many people, are clearly irregular and naturally drive away some people. ”

The Red Skirt woman's eyes fluttered, and she said, “So what you're saying is, everyone has to catch it, and the sword of the thirteen of you can stay. ”

The emperor looked up and smiled. The light in his eyes seemed to make everything clear. "I didn't say this to you," he said. "This is to the demons. When I don't know the martial arts of your ghosts and corpses? ”

“Yin soldiers and heavenly corpses can block a fatal blow for you. Together, you two can only leave me two. ”

At the end of the day, the emperor's indispensable tone has become cold without any life.

“Both of you are cultivating the way of death. There is no power of death available to you in the Springs on this day. If you want to fight, you won't even get two spots. ”

The emperor's indispensable tone was very hegemonic, and suddenly he stabbed the two communities' lives, so that all sides of the two communities would be extinct of genius, and the resentment in the sky would not dare to vent.

This person is very king, and not the kind of brave and unscrupulous king, who is often the most frightening.

The ghost corpses gathered for a moment to discuss, and eventually decided to give up, leaving behind Wang Hui and Red Skirt women in the city.

As a result, the ghost tribe and the corpse tribe, the emperor's unmistakable gaze finally reached the final people.

The weaker members of the human race were all worried. Emperors could easily solve demons, ghosts and corpses. Finally, they faced the human race alone, putting a lot of pressure on them.

The Emperor looked at the heartbroken people and laughed as if he were a king. “Except for the thirteenth and third sons of Yan, you can all go away. ”

The three sons could not help but relieve themselves. The emperor was indispensable. After all, he was afraid to mess with the three of them.

Shui Lingling looked at the three sons, his heart felt quite silent, the corpse ghost tribe was limited by the environment, and he did not dare to spell a single blow.

The demon race as a whole has the weakest strength and is divided into battles. Emperors have no shortcomings at all.

Here, the people are not restricted in any way, but the strength of the whole is the strongest, as long as the three sons climb high and whisper.

Together, even the invincible divine people can drag on for two hours, making them unable to safely absorb the essence of the Fountain. Emperor will surely throw a mouse taboo.

But at this moment, the emperor had no shortage of light words, immediately disintegrating the fighting will of the three sons, and the others had to go if they didn't want to.

At a time when others were angry and extremely depressed, Yan XIII suddenly stood up and the corner of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a slight smile of ridicule.

Turning his hand, Sky Ice Sword appeared in his palm, grinning: “It is rare for the Divine Son to look like Yan, but I will stay with Yan XIII. It is your turn to intervene. ”

After words, Sky Ice Sword came out of the sheath in the instant, sword half an inch, black killer like a tornado storm swept out.

The vast life in the Fountain Pool, in a flash, was killed by this half inch of life sword energy was cut off most of the time.