Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the sword array, the black sword roared and roared. Old Master Magic Huang, each with a secret treasure hanging over his head, resists these death swords.

With a red flame fan over his head, Xiao Chen once taught him the power of this fan, under one fan, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and the flame burned over a hundred miles of sky.

The strength of both is only one line below that of the great master, and the power of the top king's treasure. It can be played out 100%, compared to the ordinary master Wusheng, can only play the power of the ordinary king's secret treasure, there is a difference between clouds and mud.

The secret treasure of a middle-aged man is a bloody military imprint, which collects many military souls and spirits, derives a powerful killing atmosphere, and cooperates with its own cultivation of military fights, and is even more powerful.

Neither of them is a defensive treasure, but they can only attack each other. In the face of the death sword attack, you can't let go, always separate a thought to resist these swords.

If you have a powerful defensive treasure, you can use the power of the Zodiac treasure all over the white wings without having to work as hard as you do now.

Whoosh!

White wings, like live creatures, gently pounding. Countless glorious feathers fell and shed a glittering light, suddenly throwing the magical old man aside.

“Damn! ”

The middle-aged man flashed a little anger in his face, punched out, and the air of endless slaughter erupted. will come flying into a sword, smashing.

But the sword strength, the white wings, led the two to a position, which was a hijacking point in the line, and after stepping down, infinite sword strength surged.

Like a blazing army of death, rolling and covering the sky, both eyes hallucinated and trapped in the ancient Battlefield of the River Pluto.

Hidden in a small restraint, Xiao Chen was ready to take treasure as soon as his heart moved. But as he stepped out of the door, he felt four powerful breaths and his footsteps shrunk back.

“Hahaha, the little famous Magic Second Old Man in the basement, that's all, this top king Fabao, we in Montenegro four stole it. ”

Jumping into the array of death swords, the four old men were the first to wear a large black, wide sleeve robe with a red face and dark hair.

Fixing it to be highly unpredictable is no worse than the old Magnificent Er, while the other three came a little worse.

But there is also a master Wusheng cultivation, each hand holds a royal treasure of not less quality, will fly the death sword, sweep away.

Forbidden to shrink his head in the ninth master, his face curled: “These four old men are here, too. ”

Xiao Chen softly said, “Do you know him? ”

“Oh, I've never seen it before, but the chaos domain is scattered, most of them have heard the names of these four old guys, their bosses are in the top 20 of the chaos domain evil cultivation list, one hand to the demon stick magic, I don't know how many dead unjust souls have been knocked down. ”

Chaos Domain is an evil cultivated old nest, which can be mixed into the top twenty positions on the evil cultivation list, there must be some place.

Xiao Chen's heart darkly measured it. If he only had Magnificent Old Man, he still had the certainty to kill and seize treasure, but he came back to this four thieves in Montenegro, he would plan well.

Let's wait and see, Xiao Chenmei kills and converges, and gathers the gods in his eyes. Through overlapping death swords, take the sword array to the bottom of the eye.

Bang

Old Master Magic Huang is trapped in a robbery phantom formation, but he doesn't know anything about the situation outside. Feel strong enemies attacking, not hiding strength, strenuous efforts, triggering treasure, pushing through illusion array to kill out.

“Montblanc, you old man, dare to rob the baby with our Magnificent Second Lady, live impatiently? ”

The middle-aged man has a fierce temper, jumping out is a punch, with the blood army imprint of the British spirit army, a military road killing boxing, like the Wan army coming to kill the past.

Meng Bai chuckled, didn't stop, still grabbed at the white wings.

His three companions, before flying, used all means to assemble the strength of the three, stopped the middle-aged man from this bullying punch.

Blood Ying Ling in the sword array, scattered, the air fluttering death sword, easily shattered into pieces.

The nine black swords that make up the sword array all vibrate slightly, and you can see how dominant the power of this fist is.

Xiao Chen looked at the scene and his eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at one of the black swords and looked at it a few times before slowly moving away.

If you look at the white, you will succeed in grasping the white wings, a slowly realistic, textured flame giant hand, falling from the sky, toward the white hard shot.

Bang

Meng Bai shouted, adding a two-meter long black butcher stick in his hand, shook the flame giant hand into countless flames.

The old man in linen held a flame fan and smiled slightly, blocking the front of Meng Bai: “Brother Meng Bai, for more than a decade, you have become more notorious, now even our demonic old man dared to rob something. ”

Blinking a fierce light in his eyes, he smiled: “Dog thing, ten years ago I was in the field, you hit like a dog, now I want to beat you on your knees begging for forgiveness! ”

With a flash of shape, a stick descended from the sky, a pale face appeared behind Mongolia, an expression of anger, a huge ancient Buddha Gang Kong.

To the old man in linen, he grinned and roared, and the sword of death was broken in pieces.

The elderly in linen clothes were forced to hold a flame fan, a light fan, nine hundred and ninety-nine flame hurricanes, whistling out, blocking Fu Demon King Kong's broken heavenly stick.

Whether it is the “momentum” of the clouds burned or the “momentum” of the demons of the Voldemort that have been rendered white, it is almost perfect and has great power.

The two forces swept together, and the nine long swords buzzed and trembled.

The war was intense, but the eyes of both of us, but the eyes of all of us, from time to time, stared at the wings of white wings.

Suddenly, somewhere beside it, an old man jumped out and tried to take advantage of the fisherman and seize the treasure while he could.

In the wake of the killing, he held on to a defensive treasure and easily chased it to the wing. His eyes flashed with joy and he reached out to grab it.

Boom!

Both sides of the battle stopped at the same time, all kinds of heavenly martial arts, Wang's secret treasure attacks, like running waterfalls, the old man can't even say a word.

Protective King's treasure is broken, the flesh is bombarded into heavenly blood, the sword of death winds a roll, devouring the essence of its life.

Both of them are centuries-old monsters who have already become fine. They both know that in the inner temple, they do not know when. I ran into a guy who jumped out and picked up the cheap for nothing.

To this extent, both sides naturally do not want this to happen. If someone jumps out to pick up the cheap, it is foreseeable that both sides will definitely tacitly strike, and the future will be slag.

Master Jiu's heart beat straight, how can he say: “Master Wusheng, who called out the wind and summoned rain outside, died like this. It's really cruel. Luckily Master Jiu just didn't rush in. ”

Xiao Chen also found it difficult to jump in and claim treasure unless he was an Archbishop Wusheng or had an equal number of people.

It is not easy to be a fisherman, especially in front of a crowd of fine old monsters, who accidentally die without a whole corpse and die without repetition.

“Brother Xiao, let's go and have some luck inside.” Just now the death of a master Wusheng frightened the Ninth Master.

Xiao Chen shook his head without saying a word. This level cannot be passed in front of him. If he walks in, how can he reap the reward?

There are ten powerful restraints in the inner palace, and competition is intense everywhere.

Look in the sword array ahead, the dry corpse is all over the ground. As you can imagine, Magnificent Er always survived what kind of fighting to this day.

Moving forward, it is possible that those who can survive will be no worse, if not stronger, than Magnificent II.

Whimpering!

Again in the array, fierce rivalry, Voldemort King Kong roared, the sticks shadowed like mountains, sweeping across all directions, a flaming hurricane, chopped Wei Weiwei trembled.

Nine long swords, violently vibrated again, buzzing and escaping the dreaded black sword.

“Now! ”

Xiao Chen glanced and punched out, smashing the prohibition around him, stepping on a lightning rushing to the sky.

As soon as there was a shock and a ray of light, his goal was not the white wings, but the black sword of death, which existed like a king in the sword array, presiding over the other eight swords.