Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Xiao Chen was still worried about the Demon Blood Vulture, but did not know how to kill him when he came back.

I have to say, Demon Blood Vultures are a little heartless, without lungs, without brains.

At this moment, Xiao Chen is a little bored.

Monk Yan Dust is healing his wounds. He can enter the kingdom of Xingjun at any time and cannot cultivate it.

It is not possible to leave this monk alone in search of an opportunity in the 100,000 Great Mountains.

Find a fierce beast, or a Demon Sect Martial Artist, and sharpen your combat experience.

Neha, Big Mountain is dangerous, monk brother this state, accidentally killed.

Push

Sheathed out, Xiao Chen grabbed the knife handle and waved a piece of light at will.

Nor did I intentionally practise any knife technique, just to make my knife technique more compatible with the newly understood thunder dragon step.

Xiao Chen's current situation, even the random dance, is incredible.

If there are other swordsmen here, they will definitely stand by to watch and understand.

Without the natural Taoism, with one knife at hand, the boundaries of infinite avenues are within reach.

But Yemeni roads are plentiful, blinking and seemingly all blooming.

But if you go through the finesse, you find it appalling. The so-called bloom, it's all about change.

If you fall for it, the next moment, you'll be faced with a wave of sea counterattack.

Gradually, Xiao Chen waved the rise, his own knife method and thunder dragon step, more and more fit.

At the foot of the thunder dragon, surrounded the whole body, left flashing right, fast completely invisible Shaw Chen shadow.

After understanding Thunderbolt Avenue, Thunderbolt is completely revitalized, and the more you think about it, the more you feel the potential is endless.

Mix the power of Thunderbolt Avenue with true elements and fill your whole body.

Xiao Chen lightly shouted: “Thunder Dragon explosion! ”

Scrub!

The next moment, Xiao Chen appeared on a hill a hundred miles away.

A hundred miles away, not too far. But the strength is speed, a hundred miles away, Xiao Chen's half-winked kung fu is here.

The energy consumed is nothing but the power of a single true dollar and a single avenue.

Rest for a moment and use again.

“Wonderful! ”

On the mountain, Xiao Chen allowed the power of the remaining avenue to explode again, and returned to Monk Yan Dust in shape.

“What would happen if I split this thunder dragon into nine parts and turned a hundred miles away into a hundred meters? ”

Xiao Chen learned something and always raised it upside down, thinking in many ways.

Thunder Dragon Blast, suitable for retreat, and hunting down enemies.

But the battle could not be used, and the battle took place with a short-knife handover, between directions.

You ran a hundred miles away and obviously couldn't end the fight.

But if you narrow it down to 100 meters, the power of this mouthful of true yuan and a single avenue, between moments, nine eruptions, it's very different.

Think about it. In these nine moments, you do it nine times, nine times at a time. Half a blink of kung fu, the opponent has more, nine hundred nine hundred eighty-one blood holes.

Don't be too strong, put your strength to use very often.

Why are some people in the realm of martial arts and martial arts soldiers, all the same, when fighting, fighting power is extremely different.

Just because some people can only halve their strengths, others can play 60%, 70%, 80%, perfectly.

He even plays extraordinarily well and understands to take advantage of all his opportunities and exert a fighting power far beyond his realm.

And the other is that it's anti-heavenly, and it can be twice as powerful, twice as powerful, even ten times as powerful.

Xiao Chen only saw this evil monster in ancient books, he didn't believe it.

In reality, what can be played extraordinarily is already the horns of phoenix and fur, none of which exists in all.

Do what you want.

Understanding Thunder Avenue and allowing Xiao Chen to control the power of thunder and lightning has an unparalleled advantage for outsiders.

But even so, the initial attempt has left me in a state of disarray.

Several thunderstorms failed to release True Truth perfectly and resulted in self-destruct in the body.

Worse than self-inflicted.

Painful and happy, after half an hour, Xiao Chen was finally able to successfully carry out.

The light flashes, Xiao Chen pulls the knife, closes the knife.

qiāng qiāng!

It was not until he had completed the action he had received that it came out in the air, with a constant blade barking and a full 9981 knives. The sound is pleasant, like the world's most wonderful violin.

“Let's call you Thunder Dragon Nine. ”

A glimmer of joy appeared on Xiao Chen's face. Xiao Chen made another sword, waved his sword with his hands, and interpreted the feelings of the weekday.

The ancient musicians used to sing their songs to express their joy and sorrow.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's knife is the harp in his hand.

Demonstrates that he now understands the joy of Thunder Dragon 9 change, the knife flashes, the wrist knife flowers, the viewer pleases the heart and delights the eye.

Suddenly, recalling the past of Qingyun Peak, the species with Liu Ruyue.

Xiao Chen's knife, once again, became tender and watery, wrapped up, tender and sweet.

Once again, Xiao Chen remembered the Kunlun robbery. He remembered the emperor of generosity and righteousness and Yan XIII.

Reminds me of the star master's beggar for mercy, and his knife becomes full of sadness and infinite pride.

“Knife practice? ”

At this moment, a voice interrupted Xiao Chen's thoughts.

Xiao Chen closed his knife and turned to look at him in a dull and unpredictable way. A smile appeared on his face.

That smile, a little admirable, half disheartening, a bit of arrogance, hidden madness... anyway, it's hard for ordinary people to do it.

Isn't that bullshit? If it's not a knife, it's not a sword.

Wait, no.

Detailed taste, looking at this expression, Xiao Chen suddenly woke up.

The mysterious and unpredictable expression of Yan Dun, the tall man of the world, is clearly speaking.

Coincidentally, we are also practicing swords. We are not just amazing, just waiting for you to ask.

Then smooth, let me show you how strong our knife technique is.

Xiao Chen smiled. “Why, monk, are you a knife man too? ”

Indeed, Yan Du smiled satisfactorily: “Yes, the Little Monk's Law Yan Du, but outsiders prefer to call me... Ah, the title of outsiders, let me show you my knife. ”

Taking out a knife, Yan Dun jumped in the sky, and the momentum suddenly changed.

Xiao Chen was concentrating, trying to taste carefully, flying to half the yangdust, spitting out blood, his face fell hard towards the ground.

Coughing a few times, Yan Dun awkwardly stood up: “My knife method is too hegemonic and fierce. I must use the power of my soul to do it. I also need to mobilize the true Yuan to pull everything in the heavens and the earth. Forget about yourself a little, you're hurt, wait for next time...”

Xiao Chen couldn't help but think that this little monk was a little too big.

Fortunately, he is not too old and is innocent. This is a big talk problem, and it looks a little cute on him, not too annoying.

As for what to wait for next time, no need to interrupt Xiao Chen: “Shut up, little monk, you better take care of the injuries. ”

How can I be so unlucky when my heart is depressed and embarrassed?

The look on Brother Xiao's face is obviously a disbelief: “Brother Xiao, don't believe me, I'm serious, I'm really strong, I'm Yan Dun, people call me..."

“What do people call it? ”

Speaking of what people call it, Yankee dust is another embarrassment, jump over quickly: “Don't worry about this. Anyway, I'm really strong. When I get a chance, I'll definitely show Brother Xiao a good demonstration. ”

Xiao Chen looked more anxious, sweat dropped on his forehead, face pale.

Think about it, it was really hard, hurting yourself. Xiao Chen was afraid of his accident and had to accept that he was not talking.

In his heart, Xiao Chen could not see that Xiao Chen did not believe in it at all, but kindly let him cultivate it.

I'm so unlucky, I'm just a knife.

Xiao Chen was relieved when he stopped and saw him close his eyes.

Half a day later, all sides were silent, and Yan Du opened his eyes and looked seriously at Xiao Chen: “Brother Xiao. ”

Xiao Chen said strangely: “What is it? ”

“You don't think I pretended I couldn't, but I pretended to be an idiot. I'm not. ”

Pfft…

Xiao Chen couldn't bear to laugh, but also felt helpless. How tangled is this little monk?

It's been half a day and I haven't forgotten it.

Boom!

Just as he was about to answer, in the distance, a magical light suddenly erupted, rushing straight into the sky, and scattered a thick cloud of demons in the sky, scattering ten miles and eight places.

“This is… a hereditary monument is born! ”

Xiao Chen's face changed slightly and he rose up suddenly. There was once a grand monastic sect on the 100,000 Great Mountains.

Occasionally, the inheritance of the Taoists and Taoists left behind by the Halloween Church is discovered.

The so-called Heritage Dao Soldier refers to the top Dao Soldier inherited by generations of strong men, like Xiao Chen's Knife.

Every single one of them is born, and it's bloody rain and foul winds.