Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Chase or not?

Xiao Chen hesitated for only one second of time and made a decision, chase!

Under the blood moon, Xiao Chen rose across the sky, true Yuan soul power, three avenues, with this moment, unreserved, release as much as possible.

There's no shortage, with a knife!

Dao of Cold Ice, Dao of Thunder, are all incorporated by Xiao Chen into the Dao of Lawless Cutter, and derive from it.

Under the huge blood moon, Xiao Chen was dressed in white clothing, carrying a hegemonic knife and dancing under the moon.

At this moment Xiao Chen is like a flower bud bathed in moonlight, with buds to be released. The next moment, the petals opened, endless blades of brilliant light erupted, countless visions, continuous and simultaneous appearances.

Blood moon in the sky, instant discoloration.

A razor blade, Xiao Chen's body burst out, or 3,000 green silk, or a white shirt, can be a knife at this moment.

Shh shh shh shh shh!

Tens of thousands of knives, under the Blood Moon, blasting out.

A ray of blood was continuously chopped, and on a cold night, there was a terrible scream echoing around.

Blood Shadow Demon, the escape mystery only the royal family of the Blood Martial Dynasty can master, at this moment, was violently deciphered by Xiao Chen in the most intense way.

I have a knife, a thousand blades of light. Break! Break!

Nine thousand blood lines, cut off by Xiao Chen, when only the last ten were left. The blood line came together, the middle-aged man who had not yet escaped from Green Mountain Town's blood clothes, spit out a bite of blood, pale face, and was torn out.

If he doesn't show up, he will be wiped out by Xiao Chen, even the body doesn't exist.

“Coming out? ”

Xiao Chen's corner of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a slight smile, and the knife in his hand hurled out.

Whoops, whoops!

With two fingers four feet wide and a straight knife, he kept spinning toward the middle-aged man.

Purple knife, moonlight, wind, whistling away.

The knife is not fast, according to common sense, the blood shadow man avoids the past, it is more than enough.

Bloody middle-aged man, ashed, helpless in the eyes.

The discovery of despair, the great power carried in the knife, has suppressed its death, like a mountain pressing itself.

No, worse than the mountain crushing him.

In the mountains of Weiwei, in front of the middle-aged man in his bloodcoat, he was unable to strike a single blow and could smash it with a single punch.

The power of the knife is unmatched, grinding his own residual power without mercy. His momentum, like that of the ocean, held him down with endless power.

He could only watch, and the machete flew towards him little by little, without any resistance.

The adult king of the Hall of Fame reached such an end that middle-aged people in blood felt endless sadness in their hearts.

Below, some stared at Qin Zholin, woke up and said: “Xiao Chen, this man cannot be killed first! ”

Puchi!

With Qin Zhuolin's body size, he should have strangled the middle-aged human flesh directly.

It just ends up in its chest, spraying blood and nailing it to death.

He landed gently and Xiao Chen looked at Song and Qin Zholin. Several people looked at him and felt emotions in his heart.

“Son kept saying you were fine, and now I finally believe it. Look at your strength, I don't have to feel guilty. ”

Qin Zhuolin was really relieved, and for four years, he blamed himself at many times.

Nowadays Xiao Chen appeared, crushed the Great Adult King, surely gained a huge opportunity.

Blessed by evil, though not jealous, can be a little envious, inevitably.

Sang pointed forward and said: “Later on, look at this guy, what is he doing here? ”

“Hmm.”

Xiao Chen nodded and the three gentle toes, several landings, came to the middle-aged man in blood.

Xiao Chen was relieved to see a middle-aged man nailed to the ground by a machete and unable to move at all.

Just under the Blood Moon, dancing with a knife seemed relaxed.

In fact, Xiao Chen had done everything he could without a trace of reservation.

If that is the case, the middle-aged man in the bloodcoat cannot be retained, then four years of painstaking repair is truly white repair.

Ultimately, they all became blade free because Xiao Chen discovered that his blade was defective.

Something he'd lost, once uncomfortable, became his shackle.

This slight defect must be corrected to make it possible to elevate the path of the knife to a domain.

Otherwise, there is a risk that all life will stop moving forward.

“Brother Qin, why can't this man be killed?” Xiao Chen said softly.

Qin Zhuolin explained: "He is a member of the royal family of the Blood Martial Dynasty. The Blood Martial Dynasty cannot be easily offended, it is a more frightening force than the six demons. ”

The Blood Martial Dynasty reigns beneath the central world and dominates the demonic forces of the world. It resists the three great dynasties and the eight great empires on its own.

In fact, how powerful is it? That alone can make one or two peeps.

But Xiao Chen knew it before, and laughed: “Turns out, I knew it before I came. He's from the Eight Princes. Obviously, however, it was just a desertion, otherwise he would not be entrusted with the offense of the Taoyuan Emperor. Killing is killing, and it's not worth it. ”

The bloody middle-aged man, listening carefully, panicked.

It is about life and death, not in a hurry, rushed to the point: “Don't kill me, I am the heart of the Eight Princes, save me life. The Eighth Prince will definitely come to rescue me, then you can benefit from the Eighth Prince. ”

Xiao Chen stepped forward, pulled out the hegemonic knife, the painful blood middle-aged man screamed.

“Brother Qin, what do you think? ”

Qin Zholin thought for a moment: “Since the Eight Princes sent him, if he died, the Eight Princes would have guessed it was our hands. Eight princes will be offended anyway. It would be a waste of time to save his life and let Eight princes pay a price to take him away. ”

Think about Xiao Chen. Prince Eight wants a little dust, he won't give it to him anyway.

If you kill each other or not, you will offend the Eight Princes. Qin Zholin is right.

Consider it a waste.

The middle-aged man in blood clothes heard that he wanted to vomit blood, what is waste utilization? His adult king in the hall was actually treated as waste to survive.

Shit, don't give me a chance, I'll make you pay back ten times.

If you think about it, the white man in front of you, at a young age, realized that he was one of the spiritual warriors.

With the strength of a small adult king, you can defeat yourself, and there will be no chance of revenge in the future.

This strength is no less inferior to that of the Eight Princes.

“Think about what? ”

Xiao Chen saw the middle-aged man in blood and fell to the ground, his eyes still rolling around. Knife sheath on each other's face, slapped hard, then quickly left a seal in each other's body, limiting their soul power and true element, completely turned into a cripple.

The middle-aged man in bloody clothes screamed painfully, and the pain was unclear. Hurry up and hold your thoughts, and don't let your thoughts run wild.

“Lock him up first and pass the news of his capture to the Eight Princes of the Blood Wu Dynasty. If the other party fails to come within half a month, kill him directly. ”

Xiao Chen casually said a sentence that determined the fate of the middle-aged man in blood.

Half a month, this is impossible!

The middle-aged man in bloody clothes heard what he wanted to say, and before he could speak, he was knocked out by the mung.

Qin Zhuolin said: "Xiao Chen, do you seem to know why these two people are here? ”

Xiao Chen nodded: “They are to the Yin Body. The magic work practiced by the Eight Princes requires a huge number of young daughters. The Yin Body has an infinite temptation for him. ”

“To the Yin Body? This can be a bit difficult. If there are no major forces in the house, something will happen sooner or later, and you and I won't be able to protect him.” Qin Zholin heard the story and said in a slight surprise.

“Nothing, I've figured out how to arrange it. ”

“Just think about it, tell us how you've lived the last four years.” Qin Zhuolin asked curiously.

Xiao Chen revealed a sense of emotion: “The experience of these four years is hard to say. ”

Indeed, it was difficult to say, and he was beaten to death by two poisonous tongue puppets for two years to live.

The loss of the mind of martial arts that almost struck me was a lifetime of unforgettable memories.

In the next two years, he rose up to chase directly, and the confidence of Martial Arts' heart, only to find it back a little bit.

In this experience, Xiao Chen went to the ancient city of Green Dragon and the Golden Legion, only talking about the black and white eggs and the palace left behind by his master.

“Hahaha, there's such a funny puppet, I must see it sometime. ”

Qin Zholin laughed and couldn't bear to say.

After the dawn of the conversation, the two retired, leaving Xiao Chen to rest alone.

Four years, I finally have some free time to relax a little.

Xiao Chen also did not really rest, spending this time in his storage ring, looking for what Dragon Spirit called the secret treasure.

Storage ring, messy, everything. There are plenty of things in the Kunlun world alone, even more so after a thousand worlds.

To sort it out, Xiao Chen actually discovered something that he hadn't noticed before.

Although useless to him, selling it is also considered an income.

What is missing is resources, and a penny is a penny.

But what you're really looking for, you've been searching for more than two hours, and you've got nothing.

What kind of secret treasure can help me develop a return to the world?

Just Xiao Chen, a little irritated, an ancient bronze mirror, he flipped out.

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, three life mirrors?