Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Sword out, black swordlight forms an unmatched long rainbow, sweeping out across.

Five feet long sky ice sword, the cold flutter, the world behind Yan XIII, all darkened down, no life.

Beneath the abyss of the Springs, there is a stone of origin, almost indestructible life, but under the sword of Yan XIII, all life is cut short.

Even the golden fountain became a little dull and angry.

The sword is unmatched, quickly stretched, the black sword is concentrated and thick, with the will to kill, the rainbow is over, everything is destroyed, the sky darkens inches by inches.

All the warriors around them were surprised. I didn't expect Yan Xiao's life-killing sword path. Cooperating with Sky Ice Sword can play such a powerful power.

Only the emperor was not indissoluble, and seemed to have expected it, softly: “Retreat. ”

Thirteen warriors of the Divine Clan ready to battle were born under their feet in a glorious formation, in a flashing shape, and quickly retreated.

The white-haired woman next to the Emperor was empty and flashed forward. The golden glow shined in his eyebrows, behind him appeared myriad illusory figures, kneeling on his knees, singing all kinds of praiseworthy poems in low voice.

In the heavenly dome, a holy glow falls, covering the white-haired woman, making her temperament look like a goddess.

Radiant sango!

White-haired woman, reach out a little and realize that the spiritual force in the sea is pouring out. Forming a sanctimonious chango of glorious will, the black sword flash toward the thirteenth swallow hit the past.

Boom!

Glorious will and slaughter will, in this moment of rapid rivalry, erupt immediately in the Springs a hundred meters long gold water column.

The golden sango, a little dissipation, but finally blocked Yan XIII from this unparalleled black sword, when all the visionary smoke dissipated.

The Emperor said calmly: “Yan Xiao, your life-killing sword path is not yet very complete, you can't get past the level of your mood, how can you be futile. ”

Yan Xiao glanced at the gray-haired woman in front of him and smiled silently: “Emperor, you are so funny, why can't you really fight me? You know I would never kill a woman without being so unscrupulous? ”

Deep in the emperor's eyes, there is endless brilliance in flashing extinction, hidden appearance, always makes people feel unpredictable, heads up: “If I know your weakness, why should I do this more? There will be a war between you and me, but not now. ”

“You have not yet completed the slaughter sword path, and your compatibility with Sky Ice Sword has just begun. Ask your heart, are you sure you want to fight me with all your strength? ”

Deep eyes, endless brilliance, emperors without words seem to grasp the hearts and minds of all.

Powerful and shallow, he never made a move, but it made people feel more stressed than ever before.

The woman blocked in front of Yan XIII, the brightness on her body continued, the smell of sanctity, a strand of escape.

The golden glow shined in the eyebrows, the luminous will, a round of swinging out, the pool of water beneath the feet, gently spreading a burst of ripples.

The slender sango surrounds her up and down and can block Yan XIII at any time.

Yan XIII harvested his sword back into the sheath, gently drifted back to his previous location, dipped his legs in the pool water, and continued to absorb the essence of the Springs, ignoring other matters.

Other people, martial artists, can't face each other, even Yan Xiao has been defeated by emperor, will they have a chance?

In the three thousand great realms, the Divine Nation is in charge of a thousand great worlds, half more than all other nations. Since the fall of the Qing Emperor, the Divine Nation has once again reached its peak after 10,000 years of light and shade.

This powerful extraterritorial race has once again demonstrated its ambition, and it is no longer a matter of two days a day to suppress other peoples in the Kunlun world.

Anyan Junxi and others are not nameless generations. Emperors have long heard that this divine family is an extinct genius, the strongest divine son ever taught by the Thousand Gods.

In the younger generations of the Divine Nation, there is an unparalleled prestige and a worthy and committed leader of the younger generations.

None of the thirteen divine martial arts are genius martial arts of the Divine Nation, but they are not dissatisfied in the face of the emperor.

These scenarios are difficult to see in other ethnic groups. In the example of the people, the three sons have a high reputation. We can do to make Anjoon-hee, Shui Ling-ling and others happy and sincere, but it is still far from good.

There is nothing wrong with emperors today to drive them away.

The Emperor glanced softly and said: "Don't go yet, time is limited, don't wear out my patience. ”

White snow and cold looked at the emperor, biting his teeth first left the place, An Junxi shook his head and left helplessly.

Soon, apart from the three sons and Yan Xiao, Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling did not leave.

Shui Lingling flipped her hand, and the purple diamond bow appeared in her left hand, and in her right hand appeared a fire-red arrow that had never been seen before.

The emperor was indissoluble and slightly moved, "Shui Lingling, are you going to fight me? ”

Shui Lingling smiled softly: “The Divine Nation is amazing. The Divine Warriors who have died all these years under my arrow have not had 1,000 or 500. I don't mind dying blood once today. ”

“Kill.”

Emperor indifferently said a word, not a word.

Thirteen Divine Warriors, neatly stepped up, the long golden sword came out of the sheath again, that giant sword, regrouped and shaped.

The glorious hymn allows the immortality, the laser, the scattered swordsmanship of the giant swordsmanship to cut the lake water below in half.

Shui Lingling's face was heavy, she pulled strings with her bow, and the flame will began to rise a little bit, a group of Xuanyang real fire wrapped the whole body up.

“Sister, I'll do it! ”

Xiao Chen, who kept his eyes closed and glowed lightly and refused to waste any time practicing, opened his eyes and said lightly.

Looking at the giant golden sword that flew in, the dragon sound trick quickly moved around in the body, and the green dragon martial arts in the Dantian jumped out.

The rapid flow inside the thoracic cavity converges with Xiao Chen's true elements, forming a blue dragon shadow that swims rapidly in the chest cavity.

A massive force slowly builds up, and the chest feels like it's about to blow up at any moment.

The sea of awareness boiled, mental power continued to drain, Xiao Chen roared at the golden giant sword that flew in.

The fluttering dragon sounds contained Xiao Chen's spiritual power, forming a vortex and immediately spreading out. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

The golden sword that flew in, the first of which, the divine mark formed by spiritual force, immediately broke apart.

Humph, humph, giant sword, a little dissipation. By the time Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling flew, they had vanished without a trace and ceased to exist.

As soon as he shouted, this gave the warriors of all ethnic groups a huge sword headache, which was so easily broken.

The sound of the dragon tsunami, still not dispersed, the lingering voices, gave the thirteen divine warriors a headache, the body could not bear to take a few major steps back.

“Dragon sound trick! ”

All the divine warriors, their faces changed, all looked incredibly at Xiao Chen, with a hint of horror in their eyes.

The dragon sounding technique, the martial arts created by the youth emperor himself, inflicted a heavy blow on the divine clan. Ten thousand years later, it was still not forgotten by the people of the divine clan.

Without him, the trauma inflicted on the Divine Clan by this martial arts technique was too lethal.

It can be said that this is the martial arts technique that allowed the peak divine tribe, in front of the Dragon Gate led by the Qing Emperor, to dare not make any slight move.

The emperor, who had always been calm, had also sunk his face and said, “Kill him! ”

Thirteen divine fighters, jumping out of the three first, roared, endless hymns sounded, each spreading a distant legend towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen smiled coldly, leaped in the air, and the heavens and the earth of all sides similarly sounded bright hymns, except that Xiao Chen's own legend was celebrated.

Bang

The fistman touched each other, the three of them collapsed at the touch, spitting out a breath of blood, directly by Xiao Chen, the distant legend of the blow, to the wolf to fly.

“How is it possible that he is stronger than the Divine Nation itself in his divine martial arts? ”

The martial artists of the surrounding ethnic groups, seeing this scene, were all surprised, not knowing what was going on.

Emperor eyebrow raised, this white martial artist, again today unexpected him.

Silently and silently, he stood up suddenly with no shortage of sitting emperors, white hair and windless dance, one of which slowly turned to gold.

The powerful atmosphere of divine power spreads forth, beneath the surface of the water, spinning uncontrollably, forming a vortex of terror.

The Emperor decided to do it personally. Everyone's face had to be condensed. Emperor has done very little over the years.

But every time you do, the opponent has no surprise, and the next step is extremely tragic. The emperor has no shortage of Hehwey names in the Kunlun realm. He did not speak by mouth.

In fact, in a world where this strength is honored, genius is born. Without truly powerful strength, as the bottom line, who would be forced to withdraw voluntarily by the emperor without missing three words?

Boom! Boom!

At this point, the entire Kunlun Mountain began to shake violently, with a louder sound than thunder in the heavenly dome.

Space shook, the sky swayed, and a crack appeared on the ground.

The Quartet suspended all ethnic fighters, bang, without any ability to resist, and fell heavily on the ground.

Such a vision is obviously not indispensable for emperors to do, even the master Wusheng can't do it.

“What's going on! ”

Everyone doesn't know, so there's some scared talking to themselves.

Xiao Chen moved in his heart and made a round of measurements. Indeed, the figure of the mysterious swordsman's wing went somewhere.