Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

It is cold, unique and powerful in swordsmanship.

If it wasn't for the knife soul to restrain each other a little, and the flesh and body were too strong for each other, Xiao Chen would never have gained such an advantage.

Again, Xiao Chen's knife, pierced each other's left chest, while the cold sword, only opened a mouth on his right shoulder, without breaking his bone.

Its cold ice sword, constantly eroding the wound, makes Xiao Chen very uncomfortable, but Xiao Chen is much better than the cold and spicy wound.

Single swordsmanship, Xiao Chen asked himself, the other party is no worse than himself, even because the other party spent time on swordsmanship.

If it is only more than skill, even more than Xiao Chen himself, Xiao Chen mainly created his own indispensable knife path, taking advantage.

Neha, Xiao Chen did more than just fix the knife technique, his refining body technique, the same crane stood the chicken herd, the arrogant crowd male.

Unless the other party's swordsmanship is a whole lot higher than its own, it is simply a flag drum equivalent, and there is no chance of winning itself.

Hearing about each other, Xiao Chen's interest was immediately picked up when he had to compete with himself again.

What kind of sword can make the other person feel that under such a disadvantage, they can still flip.

Xiao Chen sighed: “Okay, I'll give you a chance to draw your sword, not to fight you for procrastination. ”

If you delay it, you just have to spell a hundred more moves and don't give the other party a chance to send out that sword. With flesh and body, Xiao Chen stably played the winning ticket in this battle.

Now, if you wave that sword at the other party, winning or losing is a little suspicious.

Xiao Chen did not care, however, that he had not thought of attending the summit on that day.

It was just an accident, and let the Flaming Stone King fall into this vortex, and then settle down.

To fight, fight happily.

Xiao Chen had already seen a faint and faint view of victory and defeat, and his mood had surpassed that of his peers.

There was a slight surprise flashing in his cold and hard eyes. I didn't expect Xiao Chen to be so happy with his promises. For real victories and losses, it seemed a little lighter than his own.

“Many thanks. ”

The silence sounded halfway, cold and slightly bent over, sincerely said.

In this scene, all the martial artists in the place feel slightly moved, the white knife is such a chest, people have to admire it.

It has gained a huge advantage and can concede only to see the sword in each other's mouth that could defeat itself.

In everyone's mind, four words are written, and that is: king style!

The deepest feeling in the heart, nature is not Sima Lingxuan.

I always felt that between myself and Xiao Chen, it was not a level at all, although the cultivation was not much different, martial arts methods were weaker than each other.

But he was born with an idea that could never be caught up with, and an unknown sense of despair and pain arose in his mind.

With the right hand of the long sword, Cesar trembled, his left hand fisted, his nails embedded in the flesh, and the blood of the apes penetrated.

“You're welcome, you and I are in love. You don't have to be so discreet, please! ”

Xiao Chen stretched his hand in an inviting position and then put out a position, holding his breath and concentrating. In the face of this unknown sword, he dared not take any carelessness.

Cold and hard hands quickly reached into their wounds, tapped into several caves, stopped the further expansion of the wound, then took a deep breath and began to mobilize all the forces of law in the body.

“This sword, called Million Hungs Ice, is my own sword. It is not perfect yet. I can't even control the power. Please also be careful with Brother Xiao. ”

“Millions of male ice? It's a very rugged name. I'll wait and see what you can tell me about the cold will. ”

Whimpering!

Cold and chilling, the long sword in his hand quickened, which was different from the general sword sound.

In this tremor, one can hear the pride of the golden iron horse, on all sides, the sound of a thousand horses penetrating, the fierce bloodthirsty, spreading from cold and sinister.

This murderous rage is hard to believe from a cold, seemingly bloodless body.

Cold and spit out a mouthful of blood, sprinkled over the sword body, trembling long sword, suddenly stopped.

All the momentum on his body suddenly stirred, and he stabbed him hard in the front with a sword.

Then cold-hearted, standing in place, swiftly dancing swords. With a glimmer of sword light, you can wave hundreds of different swords in one breath.

One sword, millions of male ice, across the sea!

The cold light flickered, the shadows drifted, the moisture in the air, all frozen under this sword.

Turned into a false and true figure, each with a sword and long hair. The rays of swordlight that swung in cold and hard, illuminated in these shadows are just that, making these shadows more false and difficult to discern.

Moreover, the sword power waved by each figure is different, as if the sword light danced coldly and sincerely, is printed on this countless figure.

On the ring, the sword shadow is constant.

Million male ice, although exaggerated, but that kind of huge, infinite atmosphere, actually makes people feel the 10,000 horses running, the sweeping heavenly hegemony.

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed and this infinite sword shadow swept across the world, creating a feeling of extreme insignificance.

No wonder this cold and sinister place hope on this sword, indeed a sword of terror.

His mind was caught in unprecedented tension, stepping a little, spinning backwards and backwards.

Every turn, there is a vision, swinging from Xiao Chen's body.

In the first lap, a round of blood moon, red moonlight, reveals a desolation that goes straight into the heart.

In the second lap, a bloody white flower flew out of the body, bloody and sad.

In the third lap, Xiao Chen's foot revealed an endless snowfall that he could not see.

In the fourth lap, a blue dragon shadow emerged, clustered with a white knife, sounding dragons, highlighting the swordsman's ultimate hegemony.

In the fifth lap, Xiao Chen's footsteps stopped. Turning back was a knife and chopping him out.

Before he came, he realized that the vision that the brilliance of the moment required was not a blind number, but a combination with precision.

Move freely, combine into different glorious scrolls, face a variety of different martial arts, this is the real momentary glory he learned after entering the threshold.

Blood moon, leftover flowers, snow, dragon shadows, knives, and that tight chase, sweeping millions of male ice.

With Xiao Chen's last knife, everything, instantly gathered together, formed a magnificent picture roll.

In the eyes of everyone, this is a picture roll, heavenly dome bloody moon hanging high, heavy snow on the ground, scattered flowers in the air, an extinct knife, dragon dancing, facing millions of male soldiers alone!

Such an amazing martial arts technique, once used, deeply shocked all the warriors watching the war on the spot.

Gorgeous, brilliant, overbearing, subtle, this knife, is instant brilliance!

With this knife, millions of male ice, how can you help me?

This cold sword has opened people's eyes. I didn't expect the cold will to be used like this. But Xiao Chen's sword completely subverted everyone's ideas, and the sword could be used like this.

“Spatial context? No, it's just a little edged. It's a long way off. I still have a chance. ”

Stopped dancing the sword cold and hard, slightly stunned, showed a bit of perseverance in his eyes. Put your left finger together, stick your sword blade against it, and row up, soaring a string of scarlet blood beads.

The brilliant scroll of painting is suddenly stained with blood, and the cool picture is even more desolate.

The millions of male ice that have been suppressed, in their waves, stained with blood, seem to want to escape.

“Still not giving up? Then I'll kill off your million-man ice! ”

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed a hint of the king's hegemony, one finger on his left hand, the painting roll burst into pieces, countless shadows with swords. At the moment when the scroll broke apart, it was torn by the power of space.

But with cold, hard blood, these shadows of swords, they were not torn to pieces. These greatly diminished male soldiers, still haunted, killed the past towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's heart burst with a lust, with a knife in his hand, his footsteps took root, he didn't step back, and just chopped it off.

Boom boom boom boom!

Six percent of the thunder blade soul, used it unreservedly, Xiao Chen congealed up the Green Dragon Armor, just one blade after another chopped it down.

A thunderous thunderbolt sounded, millions of male ice that greatly diminished the power, hard to kill back.

One man, a knife, a million male soldiers!

The countless backwards sword shadows make Cold Spirit can no longer hold on, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the long sword in his hand should land.

“I lost! ”

Losing orally, laughing cold and hard, bending over rudely, admitting to losing, picking up the long sword, silently stepping down from the ring.

Had it not entered the brilliant threshold of the moment, it would have been possible to combine the scrolls at will. The brilliance of the past moments will never stop this sword. Even now, Xiao Chen won easily.

The power of the Principle is almost exhausted and scarred.

Whoa!

Tens of thousands of spectators on the scene, got up as a group, cheered Xiao Chen, and celebrated the coldness of exiting. For no other reason, this last sword fight is really too wonderful, exciting, I can't wait to experience it myself.

It's just Xiao Chen's current state, and he has to face the final battle, which is really worrying.

Unexpectedly, after cheering, Xiao Chen's last opponent, Sima Lingxuan, made a decision that surprised everyone.