Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Xiao Chen frowned slightly. This Ray was really a bit odd. Although the other party did not break through the field of Thunder, he came to understand the way of Thunder.

But the power of thunder, the cultivation of the extreme seal, and even another way to play a new trick.

The power of the Path of His sword is only the first realm, and it may not have many advantages.

“Again! ”

Thunder King shouted, the scar on his face appeared extraordinarily loud, another punch.

He walked beautifully, emptiness, and every click, a little light flashed beneath his feet. As flat as a pavement, the force under his feet is heavy, making his momentum extra strong.

Condensed and undisturbed, Levi is like a mountain peak, flashing step by step, like a mountain peak.

By the time Xiao Chen was in front of him, a volatile and unending and majestic mountain range was formed.

The power of a punch, it looks ordinary, but it is very powerful and has many doorways.

Xiao Chen saw this punch at a glance, and just punched, cannot be said in the same way.

He plugged the Moon Shadow knife into his waist, huge Dawei, and spread quickly. Behind you, form a faint circle of razor wheels with a faint blade of light.

The wheel spins slowly, allowing Xiao Chen's Daowei to continue to precipitate, as if the erupting volcano was accumulating power.

Until the other party's fist flashed, approaching completely, Xiao Chen shouted cold and drank, decisively punched.

pūng pūng pūng pūng!

The fists touched each other, and the meat was drawn, and the two of them spelled hard. The sound was brighter than thunder, and the sound waves burst, causing heart tremors.

Strangely enough, the space around them has not been broken.

That's because the two of us are too strong, too concentrated, and hold one side of the space firmly in place.

The black lightning on the Thunder King fist flash, there are countless negative emotional changes, it looks like a common punch, in fact, it changes a lot, every situation of pleasure is different.

And caused Xiao Chen all sorts of horrible illusions. Xiao Chen's heart was completely inactive and his mind changed again.

Kill, destroy, destroy, despair, pain, grief, death, form one illusion after another, disturb, dissolve and invisible the other's negative emotions.

After a half-day of killing, the two of them did a thousand tricks on each other, and no one could do anything to gain from each other.

The war between Kunlun and the demonic realm has also completely entered the white heat, with tens of millions of martial artists, demons and warcraft on both sides in full contact.

The fierce sounds of slaughter never cease to be heard, hell on earth, the end of the world, nothing more.

Time has passed and the situation is increasingly unfavourable to the Kunlun realm, which is three times more king-level than Kunlun.

You can barely hold it at first, but slowly, one to two becomes one to three, one to four, and the result becomes worse and worse.

“Are you dying? ”

Thunder Palace An Junxi, exhausted, he doesn't remember exactly how many demons and warcraft he killed. Eventually, he was stopped by the Demon Nation, three king-ranked Wu Emperors, one on three, gradually losing power.

Two King of the Thunder Demon Nation, and a three-headed demon dog, looked at him coldly.

Shh shh shh shh shh!

All of a sudden, this side of the sky and the earth floated briskly with infinite snow and snowflakes, a huge cold palm print, shot on the three demon dogs.

A scratch, a giant frozen hand, like an iceberg, directly smashed three demon dogs into pieces.

“An Jun-hee, are you giving up so soon? ”

Snowless Bai came. He saw that Anjoon-hee was in danger and rushed to support him immediately.

“Don't worry, I will never die before you, hahaha! ”

An Jun-hee's heart warmed and laughed. “Come on, let's go together! ”

“Okay!”

The two men fought side by side, without any chills, and again engaged in the killing.

An Jun-hee can be saved, but Xia Hou will never be so lucky when his father drops his opponent and arrives. He had already been bitten by a king's wolf, the whole lower half of his body, angry as a silk, soon to die.

“My son! ”

White tiger holy lord, cries and runs, can't bear to scream.

Xia Hou smiled painfully and reached out and touched his father's face: “Father, don't be sad, children don't argue. The biggest guilt of my life was the Feng Wang Festival. I threw myself in the face and failed you. I'm really sorry! ”

“Stop it, it's over. Don't worry, I'll take you with me and I'll fix you. ”

“Go? Where can we go, Kunlun is gone, there will be our home, Father...”

Xia Hou uttered halfway, his right hand suddenly burst into the ground, like a return light. Half-bodied, it rose in a blast and flew over towards a giant demon snake, then banged and exploded violently.

Together with the king's serpent, he died without a whole corpse.

“Ah!”

Can't help but grieve, the three holy lords roar, eyes red: “Damn! ”

“Brother Xia...”

The son of Xuan Wumanmen, who grew up with Xia Hou Jun since he was a child, did not abandon the wind and cloud for a moment, the price of this moment was that he had several more wounds on his body.

The tragic situation is everywhere, and the number of Kunlun fighters who are at a disadvantage must spare no effort.

Because there is no way back, all behind the mountain are innocent plains, and there are lowly martial artists who have not been repaired by the Wuhuang.

For the demonic world, those people are like sacrifices and food, without any strength to resist.

“Chuyang, I'm tired, I think I'm going to fall asleep. ”

Zhou Tianxing Palace, Taiyin Palace Virgin, pale face, weak and weak on Chuyang's back, like speaking a dream, low voice.

“Then go to sleep, don't think too much, I'll wake you up. ”

Chu Yang smiled gently, his sword shined like the sun, chopping a blood Wu Emperor in half.

He was laughing, but the tears in the corner of his eyes were silent.

“Well, then remember to wake me up and I'll go to sleep.” Fu Hong's medicine completely lost its vitality. It protected Chuyang's arm and fell silently.

Pfft! Pfft!

Chu Yang, who had defeated the siege of several groups of blood emperors, had several swords in his body. Before he could speak, his mouth spit out a lot of blood.

Several blood emperors drew their swords, Chu Yang pounced and knelt down. Hongmeng's power, already exhausted Chuyang, is really unable to heal this wound. His life power is rapidly passing, but there is no way.

“I'm sorry I couldn't wake you. ”

The voice fell, Chuyang completely fell to the ground and died with Fu Hong Yao.

“Shit, finally, the two dogs are dead, both men and women, dead and stuck together. Split them up and cut them to pieces. ”

A blood emperor, spitting out a bite of blood, coldly said.

Suddenly, a ghostly sword swept through, several blood fighters ready for action, their heads took off and were instantly split in half.

The blood emperor, suddenly frightened, said: "Who, who pretends to be God, plays the devil?" ”

“Yan XIII. ”

kā cā!

Swordsman Yan XIII was killed. When he appeared behind the great emperor of the blood clan, he backfired a sword and stabbed the Emperor's heart of the great emperor of the blood clan, instantly killing him.

At a glance at the two corpses entangled together, Yan XIII, who had never had much feelings for life or death, could not help but stand still.

Whoops, whoops!

He looked at the bodies with indifference and his feet motionless. But the right hand that can hold the sword is constantly waving, and he doesn't look behind him, the sword sparkles, and a group of blood fighters surrounded by clandestine attacks, beheaded 708, screaming and screaming Lian.

Eventually, he left, took a calm glance at the battlefield, needed support in most places, picked one of the worst situations and walked silently past.

His strength is invisible, he clearly has comparable strength to Nine Heavenly Emperors, but he has not revealed a breath.

With a sword of murder, he wandered around on the battlefield without a trace.

Another siege was lifted, a sword cut off the head of the last enemy, when Yan XIII was ready to collect the sword. The demon's headless body exploded almost simultaneously.

When the divine light dissipated, Yan Xiao saw that the emperor who had just finished his boxing was indispensable, and the two former opponents met in this way.

“Your fist is one step slower than my sword.” Yanxiao said.

The Emperor said with a smile: "But my fists, more than your sword, have killed demons. ”

“There are more that can be killed, and neither of us can return to heaven. ”

The emperor smiled: “You dare to play with big tickets! ”

Yan Thirteen eyebrow picked: “You said. ”

The emperor looked to the dome and muttered: "Can we really change the war or the supremacy? But our supremacy has been dragged by each other. With a supreme hand, you can ease the situation for a moment. ”

Yan XIII swept the battlefield at will. Except in a few places, the festival that was killed was defeated. Like the tide of retreat, the demonic warriors and fierce beasts are boundless, approaching like a flood.

In the face of such momentum, the small scale victories that he created seemed insignificant.

With the Demon Clan's dominance and growing strength, they will soon be targeted and sieged by real masters.

If the bottom is defeated, it will inevitably affect the Supreme Opponent.

The Emperor looked at the Emperor, the Earth Demon Emperor and the Shadow Demon Emperor, who were fighting against the Abandoned God, and said: "We will kill the Supreme, dare you! ”

“If you dare, I dare not. ”

Yan XIII has long seen the light life and death. His slaying sword has never dared to say two words.