Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The sword argument has been controversial since time immemorial.

Unlike other blades, the knife is detached from the sword, there are swords and knives in the world. Such a direct relationship is inevitable to be compared by later generations.

Respect for the master makes Xiao Chen not want to cause trouble here, everything is about resurrection.

Xiao Chen looked at the speaker, holding a six-foot sword, wearing a purple robe, with two strands of purple free scarves floating behind his hair, swinging with the wind, drifting off.

This person is younger than forty years old, counting as Junjie in his younger generation, Sword Eyebrow Star Eye, with a strong sense of sharpness in his eyes.

Xiao Chenxing said peacefully: “Although I am a swordsman, I have no intention of fighting with the sword here. I also came here to ask for favors with Master Shi, and I have no disrespect. ”

The swordsman in purple shirt smiled coldly. "Look at the swordsman on the mountain, all on foot. For the master to cast the sword, no one is loud, no one is noisy, no one dares to fly from the sky. ”

“Even the mighty with the rank of Archbishop are respectfully queued down the mountain. You're a knife man, coming down from the sky, but it's very prestigious, but it's not disrespectful. ”

Other queues of swordsmen, also angry, came down from the sky to upset them, came from a knife, more unhappy naturally.

Xiao Chen held the Moon Shadow Knife and arched his hand: “Sorry, I didn't know there was such a rule here, so I went down the mountain to queue up, entered the door, and apologized to Master Stu personally. ”

“The master only sees five people a day and casts only one sword in January. What is the fuss of a knifeman coming here to occupy our spot? Get lost." The Purple Swordsman ignored Xiao Chen's concessions and aggressively pushed people to come.

“I'm not here to cast a sword, you don't have to misunderstand. ”

Xiao Chen held the Moon Shadow Knife's hand and trembled slightly. But he finally didn't get angry. He said softly and turned towards the mountain.

Don't want to lose hope that's not easy to get.

“stubborn, told you to go away, not go away! ”

The purple swordsman drank coldly, his feet sparkled with light, a magnificent sword formation was generated, hundreds of purple swordsmen flew out of the array. Dancing around him, the crisp sword kept ringing and buzzing.

Rin sword intent, suddenly spreading mountain peak, vigorous grass folding waist, do not dare to look up.

This man is one of the finest bounces, a gleaming sword, turned into a rainbow light towards the laser, sharp force, can penetrate the mountain rubble.

Xiao Chen's face was slightly heavy, quickly turned around, the Moon Shadow Knife crossed the front, with the knife as the knife, lifting the hand room, the treasure knife came out of the sheath, the sharp ray.

Jump

Rigorous swordsmanship, hitting the sheath of the knife, making crisp noises, such as the broken sword, and dissipating into a set of swords, did not hurt Xiao Chen in the slightest.

Gently relaxed, blocked the purple swordsman, aggressive swordsmanship, this curtain caught the attention of many.

“Eh, he's a master, looks like he's kicking the field. However, the Ouyang wind of the Purple Night Sword Pie was chosen, and the wrong person was chosen. ”

“In the younger generation, Ouyang Feng is one of the most promising young talents on the Sword Sect list. Apart from several disciples personally mediated by the Sword King, he is not much better than him. ”

“The wind man, indeed, is as bright as a torch, can be seen at a glance. This white knife is not conscious, to cast the sword peak mess, a little probe reveals the horse foot, hidden deeply. ”

“Young Master Ouyang, the sword reached the peak of 90%, and the sword's soul is almost gathered. Perhaps he will indeed be received by Master Stu. ”

“Master Stu's rules are really strange. If you look at a man casting a sword, you won't even give him the face of a Wu Emperor. ”

“Master Stu, but even the Divine Soldiers can forge characters, fully qualified not to give the face of Wu Emperor, the King of Kings is almost here. ”

All kinds of discussion, Xiao Chen listened in his ear, couldn't help laughing. The swordsman on this cast sword peak, how deeply prejudiced the knife is.

Xiao Chen said calmly: “Your Excellency does not have to suffer. I am not here to cast swords or kick anything, but to ask the master for something. ”

Ouyang Feng sighed: “I was tested out by my trick, and dare to argue. Really, when I cast the swordsman on the summit of the sword is all blind, if you don't get out today, I will beat you to go away. ”

Stepping forward, Ouyang Feng jumped out of the queue and pressed towards Xiao Chen.

The purple shirt danced, the sword array under Ouyang style feet, spread out, wrapped around a circle. If you look closely, you'll see that this is a large sword array of ninety-nine hundred eighty-one small swords.

The rings of the sword array intertwined, eighty-one rays of sword light, in the purple air flowing array, danced back and forth, deriving a powerful sword, infinitely approaching the sword soul.

In the center of the formation, Ouyang wind, full of swordsmanship, one step, leads the countless swordsmanship in the sword, as if it were the king of the sword.

This is the famous Purple Night Sword Pie, a sword master of Purple Night Sword Pie, according to the evolution of the sword domain, invisible, so slightly similar to the sword domain.

Ouyang Feng held the sword, walked step by step, pressed towards Xiao Chen, the sword breeze whistled, the momentum forced.

The rear convenience is the cliff cliff, as high as ten thousand kilometers, he forced each other, obviously to want to get Xiao Chen away in this resolute way.

Xiao Chen's heart is helpless. Sometimes, the more you don't want to cause trouble, the more trouble comes towards you.

He gave in repeatedly, and instead of being grateful, the other side went too far. Obviously forced to fight back, but stigmatized, hidden strength, bad intentions.

If it wasn't for the sake of resurrection and delicacy, Xiao Chen would not need to spend half of his time with him.

His eyes flashed, Xiao Chen still endured, his eyebrows widened, purple thunder spinning, and a spring thunder diffused in the heavenly dome.

There is no missing sword, there are no missing seasons, Spring Knife!

Moving, the peach blossoms drifted, the sky suddenly turned into a pink space, looking up, the petals of the long river, for ten miles.

Floral nose, aromatic, a pink petal, all with Xiao Chen Xiaocheng's knife soul.

Spring is full of life, on the hillside, those flowers bent by swords, stand up and bloom and rise wildly.

Deep in peach blossoms, Xiao Chen reached for a pinch, tens of millions of peach blossoms converged into a truncated branch of peach trees, above the branches, seven or eight flower buds, containing pods to be released.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and the peach tree branches passed through the killer sword, rubbing a sound and inserting into the purple night sword array of Ouyang wind.

Spring thunder sounded again, seven or eight flower buds on the branches, as thunder sounded, in the fierce sword, proud to open.

Nine thousand nine hundred eighty-one small arrays of swords, one after the other, stopped running, and the rings interlocked the great arrays. It was suppressed by some more powerful force, and it stopped working.

Ouyang wind white face, purple night sword trick, mad running in the body, but the sword array at the foot, just not listening to the summons, by that little peach blossom, the repressed moves cannot.

Ouyang Feng, deep in the center of the sword array, his face couldn't help but gloom, reaching out and pulling the sword, lifting his legs to kill out.

“I advise you not to move. The 9981 sword arrays have been completely destroyed, but they have just been suppressed. If you move, this balance will be broken immediately. ”

“First of all, you in the eye, not only face your own Purple Xiao Sword array, but also face my Spring Knife, and you will die without a whole corpse in a moment. ”

As the mountain wind struck, Xiao Chen held the Moon Shadow Knife and said unemotionally.

“You son of a bitch, where did you come from? I'm an elite disciple of the Zixiao Sword Pie. How dare you offend me at the Blade Peak. I really don't want to live, asshole. I thought I'd be scared. ”

With no difficulty, Xiao Chen raised his hand and stopped him. Ouyang style was all over the place, and his mouth cursed.

“Ouyang Xianxian, don't move! ”

A shout came in, beneath the mountain, an old man with a long sword on his back. Step by step, a crisp sword sounds, his body is straight as a sword, his voice is still floating, man has reached the mountain peak.

Xiao Chen's heart moved. The visitor was an archbishop level swordsman. He looked at Xiao Chen at first glance. The sword light was as substantial as Xiao Chen's. He put a lot of pressure on Xiao Chen. He wanted to push Xiao Chen back.

But Xiao Chen, with his sword and soul, also reached 40% of the immortal thunder will, although the momentum is not as good as that of the other party, he will not retreat so easily.

Straightened, heeled, Xiao Chen tattooed, stared directly at the person.

Ouyang wind in the sword array, after being spoken and drunk by the elderly, check it out, the cold sweat dripping behind the back, not lightly frightened.

Xiao Chen said nothing false. How powerful is his Purple Night Sword Array? He knows best. That suppresses the peach branches of the Purple Night Sword Array, and the power will only be more terrifying.

Two or two overlaps, which were supposed to erupt into the aftermath of an astonishing land, formed a delicate balance due to the cleverness of the falling point of the truncated tree branch.

Think about the consequences of a broken balance and his sword formation.

When he saw the old man come, Ouyang wind was like seeing a savior, and he hurried: “Uncle Zhao killed this guy and got me out of here. ”

As it turns out, the swordsmen lined up on the mountain face couldn't help but change. Xiao Chen said it was true. As soon as the branches of the peach tree were broken, the purple night sword array was broken, and Ouyang wind suppressed the resistance to move the bullet into millions.

The martial artists entering and exiting the small gate, beside the closed front door, were also attracted to the scene.