Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Bright Moon Sword Dance does not have its drawbacks, but it can simply create a bloom if it is well grasped.

That blossom is naturally in the sound of Fang Qingxuan's slaughter.

Dragon sounds are mainly to cope with the spiritual martial arts of the Divine Nation, but martial arts are dead and people are alive.

As long as you can disrupt each other's rhythm, you can use any martial arts, which is the logic of living and learning.

At the moment when the clouds broke apart and the sun was shining directly on the ground, Xiao Chen moved. He ran along a straight line, crossed over and blocked the white disciple in front of him. He was immediately struck like a sandbag and flew around.

The rhythm of the Moon Sword Dance has been disrupted. These Moon Palace disciples are just ordinary master martial arts in front of Xiao Chen. Naturally, Xiao Chen cannot be blocked for a round.

In an instant, Xiao Chen rushed into front of Fang Qingxuan. Since he was a blower, Fang Qingxuan was taken care of by Xiao Chen's dragon tone trick.

At this moment, Fang Qingxuan's face was brutally white, and there was a little blood stain in the corner of his mouth. The long sword in his hand was just grasped, and Xiao Chen slapped him on the wrist, and the long sword fell on the ground.

The movement continued. Xiao Chen deceived herself in front of her and again struck her with a heavy hand. When she was to fall, her heart moved and she left her hand in time.

The palm of her hand fell over Fang Qingxuan's right shoulder, sending out a force, only to blow her body out, did not hurt her in any way.

A dragon roar, a round, famous for the moon sword dance of the four seas, was easily broken by Xiao Chen.

Many people had expected that Xiao Chen would be haunted, but instead, Xiao Chen was quickly disintegrated by the thunderbolt of the sword dance of the moon.

The winds sweep through the clouds without dragging mud and water, making them clean and tidy.

Xiao Chen, the secret to white clothes, stood on the top of the most prominent stage, if the 10,000-mile clouds in the sky were not still slowly converging, I'm afraid some would suspect.

Everything you see is just a hallucination.

“Promise! ”

Xiao Chen turned around and said to the disciple in white who was still on stage.

The Lunar Palace disciple, elegantly bent over, returned a gift and floated away, like a fairy dancing in the sky, always so pleasing.

In an empty jade building, the great sons and daughters looked quite shocked. In case you didn't expect Xiao Chen to break the Moon Sword Dance so easily.

A silence seems somewhat unacceptable to this reality.

In the jade building where Zhou Tianxing Palace is located, Chuyang calmed his face and stood up, ready to wash down. Fu Hong Yao and the elders hurriedly stopped him.

“Don't worry, son. It's just the beginning. He won't last long.” Zhou Tianxing Palace, an old goatee, persuaded.

Fu Hong Yao softly said: “There is really no hurry, Brother, there are no more masters on the bottom hundred small ring stage, some of the old brand pride of the last group of British festival is inside, those people are in their 40s to fix it is not low. ”

“Must be able to force him to take the knife, and then his depth and shallowness will come to light. ”

Chu Yang changed his color and sat down slowly: “I'll let him have a moment, wait for him to jump high and step on his feet. ”

The Five Poisonous Churches are located in the Jade Tower. The Five Poisonous Sons are gloomy and uncertain. A decision will be made shortly, and we will look at them again.

In the course of Wanxi Island, Yanxiao said with some dismay: “Until he forgot a little, he can understand the dragon tone trick, wait a little longer, wait for him to produce a knife before truly realizing his strength. ”

Rub!

Above the ring, a woman in white had just left, and one could not wait to fly up to the front, holding a heavy stick, to the opposite side of Xiao Chen.

“It's Wang Meng! ”

“At the last Four Seas Conference, he was ranked fourth, and now 20 years later, he has reached the realm of the Quasi-Emperor. He can definitely fight Xiao Chen! ”

As soon as this person appeared, he immediately caused a noise, which was recognized by many people.

Xiao Chen mesmerized that this man was indeed deeply cultivated, not much worse than some sons. The only regret was that he was older and his potential had been tapped.

It's hard to be an emperor in this life if you're inorganic.

Wang Meng had a long stick in his hand and stabbed it again in the ring. The ground immediately cracked countless cracks. The wind was rising and clouds were pouring, and the other party's momentum continued to gather.

With a long stick in one hand, he spins around violently, and the wind whistles even harder, a simple move, completely sending his momentum to the peak.

Even under his oppression, the air became condensed, like a mountain river pressing hard towards Xiao Chen.

“Wang Meng, I've heard the name of the Green Dragon King for a long time. I've come to fight you today. How offensive! ”

When the voice fell, Wang Meng sighed in anger, stood up empty-handed and pressed his way towards Xiao Chen.

He was like a mountain, a moment of getting up, the power of his feet moving, making the ring unbearable, bursting violently swaying down.

With a stick pressed, the visionary was born, and three huge mountain rivers gathered in the sky, the magnitude of the mountain river, making people choke their tongues.

There are hidden cracks in the air, and one can imagine how powerful this stick is.

At a time when everyone thought Xiao Chen had to come up with his own knife to face this powerful technique of Ao Yi Martial Arts.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen also took out a long stick.

The long stick spins like wind in your hand, the wind whistles, the mountains fall, the sky pours out, the sky dims in the moment, the thunderclouds are dense, like the end of the world.

One after another, lightning broke through the heavenly dome. As Wang Meng's long stick was about to be crushed, Xiao Chen's long stick stopped, not spinning.

With tens of thousands of lightning tracks, the wind, behind Xiao Chen, is like pulling ten thousand ancient beasts, running with the air, forming a vast and shocking picture.

Xiao Chen's footsteps did not move. He held a long stick in his hand, facing Wang Meng gently forward. The power of wind thunder erupted suddenly at this moment.

He was like the king of the hosts, dressed in white, standing on a bloody battlefield, brilliant and unparalleled.

The three great mountains that were crushed, stabbed by Xiao Chen with a stick, broke apart, and the instant the collapse broke.

Violent, unparalleled Wang Meng spit out a mouthful of blood in the middle of the sky and fell to the ground.

Whoosh!

Xiao Chen held a stick like a gun and jumped in the air. At the moment Wang Mon landed, he forced him to go.

Wang Meng retreated, the tip of the stick was always only an inch away from his throat, that kind of deterrent, oppressed his footsteps panicked to retreat.

Back all the way to the edge of the ring, almost fell, Xiao Chen's footsteps were heavy, the long stick quickly retracted.

Wang Mengxin jumped straight. It was so risky to make a secret noise. He really fell off, even if his face was disgraced.

“Promise! ”

Xiao Chen arched his hand to salute, his face neither defeated the arrogance of the opponent nor the hypocrisy of decency, calm as autumn water, courtesy.

Wang Meng felt a hot burn on his face, didn't say a word, turned around and left, really had nothing to say.

Before he came to power, his idea was simple, he wanted to step on this exasperated dragon king and earn a beautiful name at the mass event.

If he really did it, think about it. When his life history is talked about, he will definitely get an extra payment, and he will be proud of North Sea Heaven, which was the last blow to King Green Dragon.

But the ending was a bit cruel, he couldn't even catch Xiao Chen's move, and if Xiao Chen didn't stop in time, he would have lost even worse.

Such an end is not only unacceptable to Wang Meng, but also unacceptable to many martial artists of the star sea on the scene.

Tianxing Haitian brand Tian Proud, how can it be in the hands of this outsider, can't catch a single move, or lose under his best stick.

The scene was silent, hundreds of thousands of people did not speak, as if they were mute, but they were all going to watch the arrogant Xiao Chen, how they were trampled.

Reality but heartless face beating, how can you accept, how can you accept!

In 10,000 years, the scene never seemed to have happened, hundreds of thousands of people were silent and quiet.

After the half-round, there were three old brands who were proud to play, but they all lost in Xiao Chen's hands, all of which were defeated.

Xiao Chen used any kind of blade, Xiao Chen used any kind of blade. Xiao Chen was no worse than his counterpart in every type of blade under the simulation of transliteration technique.

Qun Yingsheng will be in silence, slowly going on, no noise, no calls, no one to talk to, nothing to say.

In this scenario, the Moon Palace judgment of several people, some don't know what to say.

Can't you really even get Dragon King Xiao Chen to draw a knife?

In the hearts of the warriors of the star sea, there is a fire holding, how much you have to hold.

Xiao Chen got this out, making hundreds of thousands of martial artists in the star sea feel like they have lost face, burned in anger, there is nothing they can do.

How sad it is that hundreds of thousands of people do not dare speak.

Above the ring, the first old-fashioned brand ranked at the last Masquerade of England was defeated again during the spelling with Xiao Chenbi.

Lost in the blade of the soldier who was best at it again, someone finally couldn't hold the emotion in his heart and shouted, "You so-called sons, how long do you have to shrink your head as tortoises! ”

The voices were loud and quiet in Ming Moon Square, swinging back and forth, circling and turning, slightly sad.

For a moment of silence, the impatience and anger in all hearts erupted at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of people stood up at the same time, gazing at the sophisticated jade tower in the sky, unable to bear to cry out loud.

“Inherit the Holy Land, immortal, not at this time, but at this time! ”