Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Ouyang dragon an old face, holding red, the archbishop of the hall for more than 300 years, was actually fixed by a back, fingers clamped sword.

Ding!

Just as Ouyang Long struggled desperately to draw out his sword, he lit up his sword and killed it from Xiao Chen's back.

It was the old man with white hair who went and returned. He smiled with a cold smile: "Ginger is still hot, boy, die! ”

His chances were very accurate, just when Xiao Chen caught Ouyang Dragon's sword, if he gave up now.

Ouyang Long was given the opportunity to attack, and the other party could not ask for it. This sword comes down and contains Ouyang Dragon's lifelong cultivation. At least Xiao Chen can be thoroughly stabbed.

If you don't give up and go back and forth, you can't avoid the sword of the old man with white hair. Yes, he was so proud that even Xiao Chen felt he had to be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Hush!

Xiao Chen smiled slightly and was not surprised by the sword returned to the old man with white hair. Double fingers, the force of the martial arts blue dragon in the body, swimming quickly, thunderous sound in the body.

In the incredible color of Ouyang Dragon, Xiao Chen twisted his fingers and broke his sword and stool pieces. Ouyang dragon spit out a bite of blood and flew out.

A turning around, Xiao Chen reached out his hand all the time, like a treasure knife, the sharp rays were all gathered on his fingertips.

Only a crisp sound was heard, a loud knife. In an instant, the night darkens and stretches out its fingers, covering the heavens and the earth.

At night, the moment that came, Xiao Chen's fingertips, just above the blade tip of the white-haired old man.

The old man in white had black eyes and had time to adapt to the new environment in the future. He saw a gleam of light, a click of rubbing, and the sound of a broken sword sounded again.

Wait for the light to shine, a round of broken moon, coming out of Xiao Chen's fingertips.

When the light flashed, the old man with white hair was cut in half and then washed away. Turn gently, turning into a round of handed over moons, over the sky.

Xiao Chen looked at the full moon in the sky and revealed a glimmer of satisfaction on his face. He whispered to himself: "Yes, this is the true moon, first the night, then the moon, the night is perfect, the moon is free of natural dust. ”

However, there are several other reasons why they can kill each other and a great master.

First, there is the ingredient of the other party's carelessness, and second, the other party is afraid that this is the first time they have faced this divine skill of knife technology.

The most important thing is that the other party says he is a swordsman, rather than a skinny scoundrel, but he is only free to fix himself.

Far from powerful, the Great Master, combined with his dying body, has long run out of sharpness, killing like a dead decaying tree.

Not worth it, too proud.

This scene frightened Ouyang Dragon underground, watching Xiao Chen in white under the moonlight, with a natural master style flowing on his body.

“Master style! His promotion to Master Wusheng, no, the cultivation is still much better, not Master Wusheng. ”

Ouyang Long was afraid to think, couldn't care less about the other Purple Night Sword disciples, turned around and ran.

Moving in his heart, the moon in the sky slowly faded away, looking at the escaping Ouyang Dragon, Xiao Chen's face, the killer flashed past.

He stepped on two thunder dragons, wind and lightning and plundered the shadows.

Knowing the violet thunder in the sea, it spins constantly, and the power of will is held above the thunder dragon at the foot.

Makes Xiao Chen look, like stepping on a thunder pi and blending in with the thunder. Fast amazing, a few accelerations, caught up with the injured Ouyang Dragon.

Pfft, pfft!

Ouyang Long has no sword in his hand, there are injuries, how can he stay in Xiao Chen, but ten moves, Xiao Chen beat him to the ground, weak.

“Cough, Xiao Chen, don't be too early. Not only will you not be able to go to the King's Festival this time, but you will not survive. ”

Ouyang Long knew that he would surely die, and he shouted in despair: "You bastard, you will surely die halfway...”

Xiao Chen did not wait for him to finish, reached out a finger, a ray of knife flashed, his eyebrows had an extra blood hole, and he had no chance to live.

Remove the space ring from his hand, weigh it down, and put it into his Kun Kwan Ring.

In my mind, echoing Ouyang Long's words before his death, you walked a dead end, a dead end.

Xiao Chen's eyes drifted away in the direction of Zhongzhou Wujing Palace. His footsteps, no half-heartedness, no half-heartedness retracted, and he walked towards the past irreversibly.

Like the heart of a knife, without panic, without hesitation, rather than bending.

Above the dome, on a heavy battleship, the men of the three kings gathered.

In the control room, the princes of Yanxiao and Kanglin sat together, and behind each of them stood an elder, the elders of the three inner gates.

In front of them is a mirror that looks like a water screen. The images of the two great masters, who died tragically in Xiao Chen's hands, appeared at a glance above.

Let these people suck in a breath of cold air. I had no idea Xiao Chen had grown to this point.

Prince Lin said with a gloomy eye: “This guy really can't stay, otherwise he will definitely be the second Qing Emperor. By then, let him take charge of Wushen Palace. There must be no way to live our world. ”

Yan Xiao smiled softly: “Don't worry, he will not be able to escape this time, maybe he doesn't need us to do it yet. ”

Despite seeing Xiao Chen's strength, a group of people still have full confidence in killing Xiao Chen, obviously fully prepared and equipped with the means to kill Xiao Chen.

Seven days later, Xiao Chen arrived in front of a city pool.

The city is a large frontier city, situated at the crossroads of the Xuan and Tianwu domains, called the Fire City.

Apart from thinking about martial arts, the most fundamental cultivation has not left the same moment.

He has 49 superb spiritual veins and a purple thunder resolution that transcends the power of the heavenly order, practicing at a speed of a thousand miles a day.

Had it not been for Purple Thunder's seventh place, beating Xiao Chen's roots too big and too tight would have successfully reached the realm of the Master Martial Saint instead of waiting until now.

At this moment, Xiao Chen leaves Wusheng at the master level, only a layer of film peeling, a barrel of light, can promote Wusheng at the master level.

However, he had greater ambition, and the master Wusheng was not what he wanted.

He would like to take this opportunity to reach the realm of the Archbishop directly at the moment of breaking through the peak of Wusheng, which is the only way to be able to attend the Feng Wang Festival.

With absolute strength, the White Emperor City of Xiahou will be ready to disrupt and destroy Xiao Xiao Xiao, all knife down.

This is not impossible. He is not short of resources. Forty-eight spiritual veins are still in his hands, and no one in the Holy Land can compare with him.

All he lacks is inner understanding and vision.

All the elderly archdeacons have centuries of martial arts awareness and vision.

What Xiao Chen is going to do is take this test as an opportunity to walk through the century-old path of those people.

That's why he refused to send Win Joan escorts, a path he could only take himself.

Otherwise, even if you go to Central State and show up at the Feng Wang Festival, you're just going to be embarrassed.

Returning his thoughts, Xiao Chen began to gauge the city in front of him. The silence was too strong and very uncoordinated.

The divine knowledge swept slightly, and the streets and alleys were empty.

Step into the city with your legs up, in the wide streets, in the stalls of the liquor store, only a little dust, and the city has not been vacant for long.

Boom!

When Xiao Chen walked to the center of the city, a silent pool suddenly burst out of a cold and cold kill, rushing away.

Above the houses in the city, jumping out a cold face, full of killing gas, wearing black armor, hand-held crossbows of elite soldiers, dense numbness no less than 50,000.

To take a closer look, each person's position, with some doorways, seems to form a peculiar array.

A killer spear, all pointing to Xiao Chen, so many.

Even Xiao Chen felt an unnatural, tight muscle, and the power of the Principle jumped quickly.

His brows wrinkled slightly, and he felt something incredible, and his mind swept away earlier, even though it was an empty city, and no one was there.

Duh, duh, duh, duh!

A sound of horseshoes rang, and in the distance of the street, a few tall black horses, carrying all the dust and rushing all the way.

Tsemayang Whip, a few breathing times, a cavalry team of about 100 people, came to Xiao Chen.