Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The battle ended with Wenzhen's proactive plea of defeat, and the spectators gradually dispersed, and the battle could not be overwhelmed.

Apart from the initial sword comparison and the excitement, the war between the latter two, although magnificent and astonishing, had no intention of fighting.

It's more like a duel. It's more like a knife-to-knife encounter. It's a game against each other. We don't see any winning or losing hearts.

The knife players at the scene were all very excited, Xiao Chen and Wen Zi were in the middle of a fight. Each blends together the learned knife knives, and more or less, they all get something from it.

Xiao Chen gently drifted over the winner's ship.

Above the bow, Kim Dabao and Lao Jiu, smiling together, saw Xiao Chen come up, hurried to the front cold.

“You Dragon Gate warship, you can lend it to Fatty for a while. No.” Kim Dabao rubbed his hands and asked with anticipation.

Lao Jiu stood aside: “Fatty, this opening won a lot, intending to reopen the business meeting, no boat, no identity. ”

Xiao Chen smiled softly: “Here, I'll take the time to send a letter to Shui Lingling to let Hao Tianzong take care of your business. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come directly to me. ”

Win Qiong slowly walked in and said softly: "Hip, you asked me to borrow the money, sister, I will throw it in, you can be a big stock no. ”

Kim Dabao heard the big news and nodded.

With the support of Hao Tianzong and the winner behind his back, it is difficult for the Chamber of Commerce not to do most of it by his means.

“Thank you, Fatty. I will definitely do something in less than three years. ”

A moment later, Fatty stood up and said goodbye, and Lao Jiu followed closely. Xiao Chen only found out after asking, turns out Fatty hired Nine as his personal bodyguard.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help smiling strangely.

Looking for Lao Jiu as a bodyguard, Kim Dabao is really good at picking people. Lao Jiu didn't have anything else. Even Xiao Chen could not sigh at herself for her ability to escape with one hand.

Win Qiong waved and withdrew everyone from the battleship. "Xiao Chen, do you really want me to send someone to escort you to Tianwu Zhongzhou? ”

The journey to Wushen Palace in Zhongzhou is far, too many accidents and possibilities, and Joan can't win without worrying.

Xiao Chen shook his head and sighed: “No, this should be Hao Tian Emperor's final test for me. If they really want to give me away, tear up the void, they can send me there instantly. ”

“I have to go this way myself. ”

Wing Qiong saw Xiao Chen insist, sighed in his heart, knowing that he would not change his mind, whispered: “In that case, I won't persuade you. ”

“Feng Wang Festival, remember to succeed, many old people in the family look at you, if Feng Wang fails. Years go by too long, and some promises don't necessarily stand the test of time. ”

Xiao Chen's heart moved and guessed implicitly what the other side meant. The winner of the heavenly dome must be Kunlun. The winner must have sent to protect Xiao's descendants.

Today, the winner may be the one who left behind before the fall of the Qingdi 10,000 years ago.

It just depends on his own performance.

“Yes, the seal of the Green Dragon King, from the moment I reveal my identity, is destined to be mine. ”

Wushen Palace is not one or several people, it represents a large coalition of forces that is an entire people, ruler of vast territory of heavenly martial arts.

And the sky and the sky, so many stars, this domination has been going on since the Ancient Era.

Among every ethnic fighter, the Wushu Shrine is deeply rooted and the most orthodox ruler of the human race.

The seal given by Wu Jingu Palace is of paramount importance. Not only is it a fictitious name, but it also represents a fortune that can be recognized by all ethnic fighters.

The seal of the Blue Dragon King was not typed by the Blue Emperor, but left behind by the founder of the disappeared Holy Land Dragon Gate.

The existence of the Dragon Gate can also be traced back to ancient times, more ancient than the Qing Emperor.

However, the Dragon Gate reached a peak in the hands of the Qing Emperor, so that when the Dragon Gate is mentioned later, it will be read as the Qing Emperor Dragon Gate.

Every generation of Dragon Gate owner, is the contemporary Green Dragon King, this seal is extremely critical for Xiao Chen.

Without this seal, the Dragon Gate will be rebuilt in the future, and its name will be lost. It will not be recognized by hundreds of millions of martial artists. Without luck, it will not be possible to restore Dragon Gate alone.

Softly, Xiao Chen jumped off the battleship, landed on the ground and looked up at the distance to begin this part of the road that was destined to end only on his own.

Mountain trail, Xiao Chen is on the road, not in a hurry, still digesting the harvest of the war with Wen Ziran.

There is no shortage of tomorrow's moon, first night or first moon. Whether it's the night that makes the moon perfect, or the moon that makes it perfect.

Without the lining of the night, there will be no glow of the moon.

After three days of reflection, Xiao Chen finally cleared up the relationship between the two. Only the darkest night can support the most perfect moon.

The day of calm lasted for a month, and Xiao Chen was stopped by a group of purple clothes as he was about to step out of the realm.

The visitors are not from the families of the three great kings of Yan, Jiang and Lin. They are all warriors of the Purple Night Sword Sect.

There are not many visitors, there are about twenty people, each of whom is cultivated with at least Martial Saint Realm.

In Xiao Chen's eyes at this moment, these people are not very tall, but everyone has a brilliant ray on them.

These people, without exception, are all swordsmen who understood the sword intent. As the first, they are the great master Ouyang Long.

Originally on the summit of the sword cast, Xiao Chen let go of a horse Ouyang Dragon.

There is also a man next to him, older, with a late twilight aura, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

Without closing, thinking about how to break through the realm of the Quasi-Emperor, Ouyang Dragon pulled it out.

The battle in front of us is almost half as powerful as the Purple Night Sword. Even if Ouyang Longgui was a great master, he could not be mobilized. The Zixiao Sword Pie seemed to have been moved by some people.

Xiao Chen remained silent and only remembered the name Purple Night Sword Pie in his heart.

Ouyang Dragon was very feisty, and laughed: "Oh, Xiao Chen, these days, the scenery is tight in the brown realm, unfortunately, I will not be able to return alive. ”

“Give the old man a fruit of eternity, you're on your way to Zhongzhou, and the old man is not meddling.” The white-haired old man next to Ouyang Dragon said with a slight hissing voice.

Xiao Chen's gaze did not stay on this group of people too much. His gaze fell from the sky and he laughed: “It's also a waste of 500 years of life to give you. You are only a great master's life. Feeding a dog is better than wasting it on you. ”

The white-haired old man was furious: "What a sharp-mouthed boy, old man. Today, feed the dog himself with your corpse. Arrange! ”

The voice fell, twenty Wusheng with swords, the long sword sheathed, the sky jumped, the sound of the broken sky sounded successively.

Powerful swordsmanship, quickly formed in the air, once landed, a huge array of Purple Night Swords will form.

With this sword array, with the strength of Ouyang Dragon and the gray-haired old man, below the Quasi-Emperor, it is difficult for anyone to escape.

Boom!

But just when the sword intent was connected, Xiao Chen lit up a ray of knife, containing the thunderous will of the sword adult soul, emerged from Xiao Chenbu.

The bright knife sounded and the vast sword like the sea dissipated from Xiao Chen's body.

The most appropriate opportunity is to destroy the sword intentions of the twenty in an instant, without giving them the chance to accumulate to their peak.

Moving in shape, he saw a myriad of knives and flashed out of Xiao Chen. The screams rang out, and twenty people just jumped up and spit out a bite of blood, seriously injuring the ground.

Xiao Chen secretly said, unfortunately, too many people. If there are no more than ten people, in such a case the sword of the other party breaks up, it can be wiped out in an instant.

There is no shortage of knives, the least feared is being besieged.

In the hand room, twenty people understood the sword intent of Wusheng Sheng, Ouyang Dragon and the gray-haired elderly, were all surprised, such as the intention was completely disrupted.

Whoosh!

Flashing, white-haired old man, resolutely retreated, sold Ouyang dragon to a complete.

Old bastard, Ouyang Long shouted in his heart, turning around and ready to escape. But an electric light flashed through and was stopped by a white figure.

“I don't know where you got the courage to kill me. A swordsman who does not understand the sword's soul is, in my eyes, no longer much. ”

Xiao Chen looked coldly at Ouyang Long.

hateful!

Ouyang Dragon's eyes flashed with a fierce flash, the long sword in his hand sheathed, the sharp flashes turned into a blade of lightning and stabbed towards the lightning.

Trying to force Xiao Chen to create an opportunity to leave.

This sword brings together all the strength of Ouyang Dragon. The sword is brilliant, making people not dare to look straight at it. It is sharp and brilliant, but it can sail through the mountains.

But there is no soul, in the power of power, and there is nothing but a watch.

Xiao Chen's tattoo did not move. At the moment of the sword's contact, he reached out a pinch, his right hand two heel fingers, and clamped the sword tightly.

Wu!

The sword was loaded with powerful power, Xiao Chen's shirt was inspired, the hair danced wildly, the foot spread out a spider-like crack spread.

The next moment, behind Xiao Chen, countless boulders, rose empty, dense and numb, covering the sky and covering the sun.

But Xiao Chen's footsteps, stiff one step, with only two fingers, clamped the archdeacon's sword.

Like a knife, steady as a mountain, the world is bright and powerful, deterring all sides.