Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

For six months, Dragon Flame City was challenged by famous masters.

He came here to practice with pride, hear Xiao Chen's fame, and after that bet, he was challenged.

Even the top ten five-pin Zongmen real disciple of Longteng County, all rushed over.

At first, almost every day, people come to fight.

But in the last month, only Feng Yuqiang came and still lost 10 moves.

“Old, really old. ”

Feng Yuqiang picked up the knife, muttered to himself and sighed.

Whoosh

Xiao Chen landed, arching his hand: “Senior, don't be too sad. Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of worldly masters, all of whom became famous in the twilight years. ”

Feng Yu smiled bitterly: “Sure, there are a lot of them, even if I know them, but definitely not me, goodbye. ”

Some heartache, sealed in a strong shaking head sigh, left alone.

Xiao Chen looked at each other's back. If thoughtful, for six months, countless people have lost to him.

Every loser's face, and his back, he watches carefully.

Failure has never been terrible, and it has been terrible to lose all the will to fight a single failure.

He also, in the hands of the star monarch, was left to pinch like an ant.

It's worse and worse than these people losing.

But it is still without losing the will to fight that the rise of today, in the city of Long Yan, the eight sides of the war, no success.

However, this is not something that can be too proud of the results of the war.

Xiao Chen retracted his gaze and said softly: “It's time to go back. ”

In six months, the cultivation has reached the peak of Dayuan Dan, only one step away from Xingjun.

Because the soul will has been mustered, his bottleneck from Dayuan Danzheng to Yunhai Xingjun is not particularly large.

Without deliberate breakthroughs, the water can be successfully promoted to Xingjun when it is ready.

Now it's time to think about how to go your own way after breaking through the Star King.

He needs goals, needs referenceable objects, and no one in Dragonflame City can learn anything anymore.

Pack up something, Xiao Chen quietly left the North City area at midnight.

Dragon Flame City, South District.

In a clean and elegant attic, on the top floor, sits a middle-aged man in a cloak on his knees.

By his hand, a simple long sword was laid quietly.

In the quiet and peaceful top floor, there is an everywhere sword that comes from the middle-aged man.

As long as he exists, the sword will not disappear.

Even in closed-door cultivation, as long as he opens his eyes and has a natural sword, he can accumulate momentum.

Give the offender a blow in the air and kill him in no time.

He's, like, the North Underwind.

One of the ten strongest swordsmen in Longyancheng and one of the rulers under Nancheng District, the unjust soul under the sword has been unknown for many years.

Leaning against a four-foot sword, he took down Hehway's name, and few dared to provoke him.

But tonight, under the shadow of the moon, came a young man in white.

The moon is not round, the stars are not flashing, and tonight, there is some darkness.

The white man, with a knife in his hand, walked in.

Near the attic, ten miles, the north wind opened its eyes violently.

Whimpering!

Aircraft fighting, sword fighting.

In the top floor, a piece of decoration burst into pieces, with a slightly struggling crack in the column.

Strong swordsmanship and swordsmanship prevail against each other, allowing the cracks to continue to spread.

The moment I opened my eyes, the hand of the North Underwind instantly held the long sword around me and the sword came out half an inch.

Bright swordlight, bright sword wind, long hair, exalted, raging and dancing.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was already late.

Because Xiao Chen had already issued a knife and he had just opened his eyes.

Boom!

The attic was instantly broken into countless pieces, and at this moment the sword in the hands of the North Pluto was not completely sheathed.

Wow!

A stronger ray of knife light, the sword wind of the North Underworld wind, completely crushed, extinguished, forcibly expelled.

Before it was too late to wave out, the sword in the hands of the North Underworld Wind was split with one knife.

Rubbing, the knife light cut down, the right hand of the North Pluto, which was supposed to hold the sword, was severed in its entirety.

Blood spills, such as springs.

The attic broke, the north wind held the sheath, stuck it on the ground, knees down, pale, but silent.

Xiao Chen closed the knife to sheath, illuminated the light of the eight sides of the night, disappeared from sight.

But the white clothes on him, on this quiet night, are still visible.

“I must report that six months ago, you stabbed me with a sword and almost killed me. Six months later, I'll give you a knife and break your arm. ”

The voice fell and Xiao Chen left with a knife. In the dark night of the moon, he gradually moved away.

The North Pluto looked at the broken arm and revealed a bitter smile on his face.

He had long known that the North Town had come out with a monster, and for six months he had picked all the experts in Dragon Flame City.

It was also known that the man was a white knife who had caught his sword with his own hands.

Know better that you will find yourself before the other party leaves.

But he didn't leave. First, he couldn't resist the interests of running Long Yan City for years. Second, he didn't believe it. He couldn't catch Xiao Chen's sword himself.

He knew that Xiao Chen, like himself, was a lonely man.

Six months ago, Xiao Chen caught a sword of his own, and he left without a hand.

Unfortunately, six months later, he did not catch the knife.

Breaking one arm is the price of confidence.

Picking up the broken arm on the ground, the North Underwind left without a word.

Many enemies have lost one arm over the years, and they are still alive.

Those enemies won't be as polite as Xiao Chen.

At sunrise, on the avenue to Tamron City, a black carriage shook up the dust and drove off.

Inside the cabin, Xiao Chen Pan sat on his knees, closed his eyes to cultivate, not lazy.

Silk!

Inside, the cold air overflows, the snowflakes fly, condense into a slice of ice feathers and float around.

Within six months, the Icefeather Divine Art has been practiced by Xiao Chen to the third degree.

It's already going very fast. Back, it's going to slow down.

Unless, of course, you encounter some unusual encounters, or heavenly materials or earthly treasures with cold ice properties.

Long hair, half white, half black, now Xiao Chen, in Jun Xiu's temperament, more is a refreshing cold.

In three days and nights, Tamrong City is already far away.

Xiao Chen still needs to deal with something in order to leave the dragon world and return to the Purple Flame Sect of the Grave Sea.

Many of the harvests in the underground Dragon City, the flame crystals and various unnecessary heavenly materials and earthly treasures will be ready in the future.

Six months of cultivation, Lingyu consumes a lot, and needs to be replenished.

Whoa!

Horses shrunk and then vanished strangely, imprinted on the sudden appearance of Xiao Chen shirt.

A half-day walk will take you to Dragon City.

There is no need to go back to the chariot to make the hurry.

Just as Xiao Chen was preparing to move forward, he caught his attention with an unusual aura.

The main road of the Horse Dragon has been quiet for some time and has long been deserted.

Seal the road?

Xiao Chen's first reaction, these are the two words, who can go to Teng Long City Avenue to seal the road, how far does this go?

It is absolutely impossible to block roads without permissible acquiescence, or association, on the part of the county principal.

For he who dares not sin against the dragon shall be the Marquis of the Immortal Dynasty.

Representing not only noble glory, but also deterrence and strength, is not symbolic.

Shh shh shh shh!

The light flashed and eighteen shadows surrounded Xiao Chen by distance and proximity.

They were all dressed in black, with only sharp eyes, and black-clothed men in cold, murderous clothes.

The pace is steady and cultivated at the peak of the Great Yuan Dan.

At first glance, these people are proficient in formations and are good at fighting together.

“Hand over the Upper Cologne Totem and give you a second to think about it. ”

“Kill!”

Without waiting for Xiao Chen to reply, he did not quickly remove the upper Dragon tribe totem. Eighteen people were overwhelmed with murderous intentions.

In a flash, it erupted.

It was like a mountain shouting a tsunami, a volcanic eruption, and eighteen people drew a short sword at the same time.

At each foot, an eye-catching ray of light is emitted, connected, instantly forming a three-dimensional array method.

Trapped Xiao Chen, struggling to get back and forth, killing planes everywhere.