Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The smallpox is crashing and colorful.

Who's breaking into Tianwu Square?

I don't know how dare you mess around here without knowing that the top of your head is the expert Wushu Shrine.

The sound of the explosion suddenly attracted all eyes, one day proud of Junjie, Brother Zongmen, all projecting their sights into the past.

The three great masters of Wu Jingu Palace, their hands were harsh and merciless.

Each exercises martial arts, the sky trembles, and the light shines. Block a space, trembling smallpox and storms.

Behind him is a round of White Tiger fiction. If hidden, it is the Holy Beast Martial Soul. These three are the great masters of White Imperial City.

“This man is dying. ”

In endless smallpox, storms and airflow, the face of the future will be obscured, only a blurred outline can be seen.

Though I don't know who the visitor is, these three archdeacons of Wu Jingu are from the Holy Land of White Emperor City.

The wind and momentum between the strikers, fully under the hand, thunderbolt strike enough to kill an ordinary archdeacon.

How can there be any way to live when the age and the momentum of the arrival are not like the Great Master?

Puff

But just as the martial arts of the three men approached him, a knife sang, the heavens and the earth sounded, and the bright lights covered the heavenly sun.

At night, all of a sudden, there was only one blade of light, bright as the moon.

The night is perfect and the moon is perfect.

The only sound heard was an explosion in the air, the moonlight dissipated, and the three grandmasters were bombarded by kilometers.

The whole scene was noisy, one against the three archbishops, not only undefeated, but also repelled the three, who is this man?

White figure, gently swinging, shirt dancing, hair flickering, over sky petals, falling toward the high stage.

“Stop him! ”

Shh shh shh shh!

A Daoist shadow, shot from above the ground, cultivated to be at least a master level Wusheng, the presence of the great master level, is not a small number.

Feng Wang Festival, let an outsider come in openly, it really is a big joke.

Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang, fluctuating hair, a rake of knife sounds like a violin, in heaven and earth, plays a wonderful song, infinite swordsmanship, and echoes with the heavenly dome.

A projectile figure, gently swayed by the white figure.

“Xiao Chen! ”

As the distance approached, the naked eye could see the appearance of the white figure. Some people changed slightly and shouted out surprised.

After crossing the last blocking master, Xiao Chen landed on the high platform and threw his hand, passing his waist medal to the elderly next to Xiahu's death.

No less lowly, lightly said: “Hao Tianzong Xiaochen, ordered Feng Wang, a little late, sorry. ”

The old man in black looked at the name on the waist card, his face was clear and uncertain. He was the heart of the Holy Lord of White Empire City in the Wu Jingu Palace, otherwise he would not have been entrusted to preside over the King's Festival.

A plain sentence completely sat Xiao Chen's identity, and the noise rang around the square.

“It's really Xiao Chen, he's really here. ”

“Isn't it a rumor that he was severely wounded by ten great masters of the Divine Clan? It doesn't look anything like that. ”

At the VIP table of Hao Tianzong, Shui Lingling finally sighed with a soft smile on her face.

It's good to be here, as long as you live, everything is hopeful.

Little white standing with Kong Yuan and Yuan, his eyes slightly squinted, like a pair of curved moons, his face filled with joyful smiles.

The ghost tribe leaned toward the city and smiled shallow. The guy finally didn't disappoint her, but came anyway.

The full moon building is full of wind, the Siemens leopard, the war genius Niuteng and others are slightly surprised, a little unexpected.

Thousand general killings, heavily blocked, Xiao Chen still appeared on the Feng Wang Festival, as promised.

Some are surprised, some are disappointed, some are happy, some are angry.

The divine emperor was indispensable, his face was gloomy, Xiao Chen appeared alive, and the whereabouts of the divine archbishop were unknown, which was only one result.

The great masters who cast the statue all died in Xiao Chen's hands.

On the VIP table of the Corpse Clan, the Temple of the Corpse sentenced the personal disciple of Heavenly Corpse God to death. "Is this Xiao Chen? That's him on Dragon Jupiter, you and Dragonfly, and Queen Iron Hand? ”

Apart from the corpse god, the temple also has four king emperors, one in each hand, the underworld fire king, the white bone king, the death fire king and the ghost fire king.

There used to be an Iron Hand King specializing in flesh, but the other party has betrayed the Temple of the Corpse, not counting.

Weihua's eyes flashed with a glimmer of killing, biting his teeth: “That's him! ”

The punishment was faint, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, silent, and he did not know what he was thinking.

Xiao Chen appeared unexpectedly, surprised the old man in black, some of whom did not know how to speak.

“Senior, my identity is fake? ”

The old man in black looked back and handed Xiao Chen his waist card: “His identity is not false. ”

Xiao Chen asked faintly: "Can the king's ceremony begin? ”

Xiahou beside him smiled coldly: “So absolutely speaking, can you seal the king, but it is not yet settled. At the Feng Wang Festival, peer strong can challenge. If someone beat you to death, you won't have to go on. ”

Xiao Chen glanced at Xia Hou and looked back at Xia Hou with a smile: “Brother Xia Hou, so confident, why don't you and I consult first, how about in Feng Wang. ”

Xia Hou was so excited that he had to say yes. The old man in black next to him hurried: “The Young Master was not impulsive and sealed the king first. ”

At the same time, the sermon said: "Don't touch him yet, someone will clean him up later. Wait till the parties greet him, the Holy Lord has arranged to make him look ugly. ”

Xia Hou snorted coldly, ignoring Xiao Chen, all sides greeted each other as a means of comparing connections.

All parties will send greetings, Xia Hou is confident, as the White Tiger Holy Lord, no one in Tianwu territory dares not give face.

Under the Holy Lord's oppression, no gift will be given to Xiao Chen in Tianwu territory except Hao Tianzong.

On your side, the endless greeters will contrast sharply with each other's scenes.

At the beginning of the King's ceremony, the elderly man in black began to remember that Xiahou had stood in battle, and the voice was loud.

“Xia Hou Jian, one million kung fu, great kung fu, Wujin Palace gave the White Tiger King seal, gave 100 bottles of Holy Pindan medicine, one copy of the heavenly martial arts, one piece of Wang level secret treasure, one set of White Tiger King A. ”

After counting Xiahou's battle merit, the elderly man in black began to announce the reward given by Wushen Palace, all worth a long stroll.

Rejoice sounded, on both sides of the high platform, there was a wonderful young girl, went forward to put on a shiny white tiger armor for Xiahu.

“Liuyun Sect, Qian Yun was ordered by the Patriarch. Congratulations to Son Xia Hou on sealing the King. I hereby send you the ultimate spiritual vein. ”

After Xiahou was dressed, the wind was strong, and soon a sect began to send a gift.

As a gift, the opening is a spiritual vein, and the pen of the Nine Pints Sect is truly unusual.

Xia Hou smiled slightly and looked at Xiao Chen with amusement.

“Qian Xuanzheng, congratulations to Prince Xia Houzheng Feng Wang, hereby send Dragon Marked Black Gold, 100,000 kg. ”

“Shimizu Gate, congratulations to Prince Xia Houzhen Feng Wang, hereby send a thousand kilograms of brown iron. ”

“Blood Knife Pavilion, Congratulations to Prince Xia Hou Jue Feng Wang, I hereby send you one of the top King's Secret Treasures. ”

With the connections of the Holy Lord of White Empire City, the Nine Pints Sect in Tianwu territory, with the exception of Hao Tianzong, all sent gifts, the scene is spectacular.

It lasted for an hour. The gift giver of Tianwu Realm slowly paused.

Xiao Hou laughed and shook his hand deliberately. He said to Xiao Chen: "Brother Xiao, this gift is too much, my hands are a little sore. If Brother Xiao doesn't receive any gifts, you can come to me afterwards to pick some. ”

The old man in black laughed: "This is the difference between a holy place and a common sect. Some people have the audacity to seal the king with Prince Xia. ”

Xiao Chen frowned slightly and did not understand what a pride it was. He only cared about the seal name of the Green Dragon King. Everything else was false.