Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Profound Water Palace?

Master Xuanshui Gate issued a wanted warrant for himself in Tianxinghai. It is not surprising that now disciples come to seek revenge.

The means of hiding the breath should be the mirror in the hand of the person next to the discipline.

Discipline is not enough to worry, a move can be extinguished, a little troublesome is the young man next to him, and the old man in the blue robe of Xuanshui Gate.

But it's just a little troublesome.

When Xiao Chen measured each other, the young man next to the discipline was also measuring him, showing a strong will to fight.

The young man shook his head slightly: “Three-stage peak holy body, comparable to Master Wusheng's cultivation, many treasures beside him, luck is no different. Unfortunately, unfortunately, you are finally going to die in the hands of my Yao Chen. ”

Xiao Chen smiled in his heart. He had seen narcissism, but had not seen such narcissism. Even emperors dared not say such a thing.

“The people at Xuan Shui Gate seem so arrogant, I see how many pounds you really have. ”

With a flash of footsteps, a trembling knife sounded, rang between heaven and earth, Xiao Chen's body filled with bright moon-like luminosity, the sword and soul filled, the world flashed and overflowed.

He came by the wind, overflowing with the blade and soul, like substance, to pierce the space.

Yao Chen faced this sudden burst of Xiao Chen, the corner of his eyes slightly wrinkled, his eyes flashed a little surprise, but his footsteps were still motionless. Cold face looked at Xiao Chen, the other party was a dead man in his eyes.

The old man in the blue robe behind him, one step ahead, just one step, there was a thunderous sound of water, in the inner palace, roaring.

Intangible waves, turned into enormous pressures, the air like waves, waves after waves, squeezed towards Xiao Chen.

The air is like water, Xiao Chen is like a reflection in the water, and his body becomes blurred. In the shadow of the water, Xiao Chen moved hard, as if he were going backwards, and the distance from Yao Chen was getting further and further away.

No, the strength of this old man, at best, is the existence of the Magic Second Old Man, how can it put such a lot of pressure on me?

Xiao Chen's heart calmly analyzed, glanced at him, looked at Yao Chen, and the mirror in his palm that was flowing with water.

A holy river is reflected in the mirror, like a dragon, bursting with yelling and yelling, traversing the entire world in the mirror.

Mirror!

The problem is in the mirror.

Bang

In a wave-like space, the old man in the blue robe was easy, raised his hand and punched. In response to Xiao Chen's suppressed move, he punched him away.

Bones, bouncing, squeezed by the waves at all times.

Ji Zong laughed: "This time my brother brought the Xuan River mirror. He can summon the mysterious Bao Xuan River fiction of my Xuan Shuimen town. Xiao Chen, do you still think my brother is arrogant? ”

“After I kill you, fame, plunder your luck and your baby. In taking away the Pharaoh in the palace, I did my best to achieve my brother's dominance. ”

During the Immortal Age, there was a river in the heavenly garden built by the Immortals, named Xuan River, in line with the Underworld River of Psychotic Purgatory.

There are all sorts of wonders, the Immortal Dao Era collapsed, the Xuan River broke into several pieces, landed in Kunlun, several famous rivers predecessor the Xuan River.

Gatekeeper of Xuan Shui Gate, in the ancient period, luckily obtained a quality drop is not too strong Xuan River, refined it into imperial treasure, has some power of Xuan River of Immortal Way.

The disciple in the door, if he holds the Xuan River mirror, can summon the Xuan River fiction and exert some power of this imperial treasure.

Under the pressure of the shadow of the Xuanhe River, Xiao Chen's strength could not be played out. If he had not been physically strong, he would have been beaten to death by the elderly Blue Robe alive.

Yao Chen was also surprised, his master once said, as long as the Xuanhe mirror was activated, the master character could not hold 10 breaths inside.

Only the Archbishop can escape from it. Xiao Chen's cultivation of Wusheng, the culmination of Chinese pinnacle, could persist for such a long time.

In the heavy waves, Xiao Chen's body was sore, but his heart was like a mirror. He was a knife, and he congealed his sword's soul.

If you survive the thunderbolt, you can eliminate any confusion, fear, cowardice, panic that disturbs you.

If the sword and soul go further and reach the realm of small formation, this shadow of the Xuanhe River, I can easily break through.

If the flesh further reached the fourth order of the holy body, this phantom could not hold me back at all.

Too bad it's all a little too bad to make these guys so proud.

Do you want to use the lightning source you've been keeping here?

He is now cultivated to the peak of Wusheng Zhongpin, with the backdrop of the purple Thunderbolt decision, so that he can compete with the master Wusheng.

With one foot near the door, it breaks the bottleneck of the Chinese martial arts, what imperial treasure fiction, can be easily solved.

Hard to avoid the blow of the Blue Robe old man, Xiao Chen glanced at the corner, through the space like a water screen, saw Yao Chen throw a Dan medicine into his mouth.

With his eyebrows raised, Xiao Chen's mouth revealed a slight smile. With Yao Chen's repair, he prolonged to provoke this Xuanhe mirror, which did not appear to be as accommodating as his surface.

That's it!

Running the Green Dragon body technique, that dragon force in the body, it runs in a blast.

Under the shadow of the Xuanhe River, the movement of the power of the Law is restricted, only energy, unrestricted, can operate freely.

The moment when Yao Chen swallowed Dan medicine and prepared for the digestion of luck, it was also the weakest moment of Xuanhe's fiction.

This momentary opportunity passed, Xiao Chen shouted, the dragon burned, punched in the void.

Dragon power, tens of millions of kilograms of force, dragon power burning, 15 million kilograms of force, Yamakawa in front of this, are all going to be blown up.

Bang

The Xuanhe River collapsed, the water curtain of space swung violently, forming a narrow space crack.

A crack appeared in the Xuanhe River Mirror, Tibao backphagocyzed, just swallowed Yao Chen of St. Pindan's medicine, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

Suddenly, his body became more relaxed than ever before. Xiao Chen's momentum returned to its peak. He couldn't help but whistle and exasperate the pleasures of his heart.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw the old man in the blue robe and killed him again with the sound of heavy water waves. Xiao Chen coldly drank: “How dare you go wild, get lost! ”

The knife soul fills the body, raising the edge of the blade path to its peak, as a knife, meaning knife, there is a moon from behind him, rise.

Boom, strength recovered Xiao Chen, punched the old man in the blue robe to fly out. Endless swordsmanship, shooting out of him, buzzing, the palace under his feet shaking.

Around some small restraints, in front of this knife, like foam, a little bit shattered.

“Go, it's too horrible, I'll cut it later. ”

The old man in the blue robe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and hurried to Yao Chen and Jizong.

Yao Chen Pale suffered the backlash of Emperor Bao, weak and weak. He tricked Xuanhe Mirror into forming a water curtain and jumped in quickly with Ji Zong.

“You're a dying man, cut off what, turn back the flag, come out! ”

Xiao Chen single-handedly moves, turns the battle flag, spreads out, red slaughter, leaps out of the stars to form a bloody killing word.

The old man's martial skill was easily broken and beaten. He spit blood again and took two steps back.

Gray and white extinctions, black dead words, with heavy starlight, and then hit the old man again, grinding his sharpness completely.

A dead word, concentrated in a strong death breath, sucked away his life without knowing how much, aged more than ten years.

The tip of the flag shook and passed through his chest, killing him completely.

The color of the water curtain behind you is getting lighter and lighter. Yao Chen's blurred and shadowy voice sinks: “Xiao Chen, wait. On the day you seal Wang Festival, I will surely take the Xuanhe River mirror to give you a big surprise! ”

“Tongue dry. ”

Xiao Chen reached out, the stars reunited, the seven stars sparkled, the flag turned toward Yao Chen and flew away at a meteor-like speed.

Yao Chen in the water curtain shocked and quickly pulled Ji Zong next to him, blocking himself.

A scream sounded, the water curtain disappeared with Yao Chen, Ji Zong was nailed back to the flag on the ground, his hands held the flagpole, and he died without meditation.

After this battle, Xiao Chen's heart relaxed, feeling tired and tired, his body was previously suppressed by the phantom of the Xuanhe River, also like a storm and rain, the ashes rekindled.

Remove the space ring of the two people, Xiao Chen from Mr. Qin's collection, get a nine-pint healing medicine, swallow it, and start to recover his injuries.

With his physical strength, he can recover to full prosperity in less than an hour, as long as no one disturbs him.

Had it not been for the sacred medicine, it would have been given to Ye Chen, and the recovery would have been much faster.

Just as Xiao Chen's injuries recovered by 80%, he saw a bad time earlier. Nine masters with oiled soles rushed back and said: “Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, that guy Ye Chen is about to be killed by the Emperor. ”

Both eyes opened fiercely, Xiao Chenmeng emitted a fine light, he noticed that Master Jiu said play, not fight.

One word difference is two different ends.