Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

With the semi-sancestral repair, wave back the five Chinese martial arts. If such a story is told, no one will believe it, but at this moment, it really happened.

Five masked black-clothed men, recovered slightly, with an angry divine colour, one jumped together.

Between them, a thick hole in a bucket, dark and deep, each glancing at each other, could not help but see the colour of God in each other's eyes.

They have the skill to open mountain cracks, even small scale overturning rivers and seas, but they have to drill as flexible as animals, and they're really a little reluctant.

Certainly some martial arts practitioners, no matter what, there are always so many strange people in the world, but obviously none of them are.

“Puppet snake, this guy actually has this near-extinct treasure, it's really a little hard to do. ”

“It didn't take long to drag some of the elders of the house over or let the girl run away. ”

There was some panic in the hearts of the five people. If this time let Win Qiong go, as long as the matters deep in the stars were resolved, all the elders would come back and wait for them, there would be no good fruit.

Whoosh!

A wind sounded and killed the expert who was close to Win Qiong. He came to the hole and after listening to the story, his face slowly became gloomy.

The old man said with resentment: "How dare a descendant of the Blue Emperor do such a bad thing to me? ”

“What about the Third Elder? I can't kill Miss Er nowadays. I'll wait to see how I can handle myself. ”

The old man in the yellow robe calmly said: “This time I will find a way to keep it down. Since I did it, I naturally did what I had to do after I failed, so go back first. ”

The five black robbers, seeing the old man so calm, without any panic, could not help but relieve their hearts, turning to prepare to leave after the venerable fate.

Pfft, a ray of fast to the ultimate knife light flashed out, five heads flying in the air, eyes full of incredible divine color.

It never occurred to me that the response of the old man in the yellow robe was to kill them. Even more unexpectedly, the elderly man in the yellow robe cultivates that there is a patriarchal state of wushu.

If you know, you will not leave your back to this person at will.

A man fell, but it was the great man who stood side by side with Win Qiong during the Great War of Saints. He frowned slightly and looked at the hole under his feet. "You're really lucky, Sister, with such a big price to pay for the layout, you didn't expect to be easily broken by an unexpected person. ”

The old man sighed softly: "Young master, I will go after the good, this will never involve you. ”

If the young man thought thoughtfully, he reached out his right hand a moment later, with an extra bird in his palm, lifted his hand loose, and the bird pounded into the hole.

“The White Robe Knife is not going to have much fighting power in a short time, and if I can find them, I should have a chance. ”

The old man in the yellow robe lit up in front of him and said, "Well, I'll get ready now. ”

The young man raised his hand and said, "No, just concentrate and let me take care of the rest. One wrong step is bad luck. All I can do is fight God. I can send some people over. ”

Outside Qincheng, in a woodland of 3,000 miles, calm soil exploded and a long black snake jumped out.

The body under the snake opened, and the two figures jumped out of it.

Beneath Xiao Chen's skin, a tiny bloodstained stripe spread all over his body, now and then, seemingly swelling his skin.

In an effort to suppress the after-effects of the use of force words, the puppet snake was fetched into the Qian Kun precept. Xiao Chen put his hood back on and stared at the hole with a heavy eye.

In Win Joan's somewhat puzzling eyes, a moment later, suddenly, a sharp knife with a fingertip swept out.

kā cā!

Less than half the palm of the wind chaser, just emerged, was cut in half by this purple knife.

“This is my Big Brother Windhound, it's really him! ”

Winning Joan said with some shade, if only speculation ahead, to see this unique wind chaser, there is no longer any need to prove anything.

After a moment of waiting, no wind chaser came out, Xiao Chen was loose, hidden on the cheek under the hood, the skin slowly cracked open, a little blood spilled out.

“Winning girl, you are safe now, can we continue to fulfill our promise?” A strain of pain, like needle stick, came in, Xiao Chen felt the remnants of that repression, such as the flood beast seemed to explode at any moment.

The sound of the speech was slightly shaky.

Winning Qiong was slightly surprised, but this time without any hesitation, he handed three boxes to Xiao Chen. When he saw Xiao Chen's right hand stretching out of his sleeve robe, his face immediately stopped.

“Your hands…”

Originally smooth skin, all cracked at this moment, a little bit of blood spilled, looks terrifying.

Win Qiong reached out one hand, blowing a strong wind, Xiao Chen's hood immediately fell off, a shout came from Win Qiong's mouth, his little hand couldn't help but cover his lips, and his goosebumps almost rose.

Nowadays Xiao Chen, it looks really scary, and his face is full of blood like a spider web, which is the blood that appears when his skin splits and penetrates.

Xiao Chen closed the box and re-covered the hood. The other half of the core residue was thrown to Win Qiong. "Sorry to scare you, just a little skin injury rest for a while. ”

This is really a lot better than before, remember the first time in the heavenly dome, instantly overspent all the fighting power, can't even stand up.

This time it has been able to support for so long, it has far exceeded Xiao Chen's expectations, according to this progress to reach the fourth order of the body body, should be able to carry out the force trick once.

His eyebrows sparkled, a red cloud appeared on the bloody throne, Xiao Chen took a deep breath, endured intense pain, leaped sharply, and finally sat on the throne.

The red light flashed, killing the throne with Xiao Chen and flying away towards the distance.

Hu Hu!

A delicate figure, supported by a wooden umbrella, fell from the sky and stood on a raging red cloud. Xiao Chen glanced at him, winning Joan didn't know what the reason was, and followed him again.

But now it hurts so much to move her lips. Xiao Chen was too lazy to talk and let her come up.

Anyway, if the other party wants to take advantage of his life, Hao Tian's will will will split, will blow the other party to dust at the moment when he is truly threatened.

The rainbow flashed and the red cloud carried the throne. After flying a hundred miles, Xiao Chen landed it at the foot of a rocky mountain below.

There are all kinds of monstrous woodlands everywhere, sparsely populated, making it an ideal place to heal wounds and avoid pursuit.

After landing, Xiao Chen collected the bloody throne and took some time to arrange a banned cover with the Qian Kun flag.

He jumped on a stone pillar without a word, sat down with his legs, and officially began, dealing with the after-effects of this word without a hook.

Looking at Xiao Chen on Shizhu, winning Joan's eyes is uncertain, quite complicated, I don't know how to describe the mood at this moment.

Xiao Chen is also becoming more and more unclear, can't read and guess, what kind of person is this, obviously selfish to the extreme of cold. Perhaps the next promise will spare no effort to keep you safe and hurt so badly.

In the Star Tomb Palace, for the women of the Spiritual Fox Clan, he was willing to confront Yan XIII.

Winning Joan at this moment did not know that some of the most amazing emotions in the red dust room, like soft hooks, entered her heart defense a little bit and could no longer be pulled out.

Three days, all three days, Xiao Chen suffered a great deal, relying on a strong flesh, the sequelae of the technique finally recovered.

The scary red mark on his face and no longer existed, his skin became smooth again, his eyes flashed brightly, and some knowledge of the technique of force deepened a lot.

Xiao Chen stood up, exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, closed the cape, moved his hands and feet, stretched out his body bones.

A slight noise immediately woke him up on the nearest pillar of stone, sitting blindfolded, some uncertain winning Joan.

Win Qiong opened his eyes and watched Xiao Chen recover his original appearance. His heart was unnamed and a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.

“Thank you for saving my life, Master Xiao.” Win Joan spoke softly and smiled.

Xiao Chen's eyes squinted slightly, his eyes measured the woman, his eyes revealed the divine color of thought, and a moment later he opened his mouth and said something that made Wing Qiong almost spit blood on the spot.