Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

“No hurry, now is not the time to hurry, someone is more urgent than you. ”

“Ah?”

Wang Yun looked in the direction of Yuanzhen's fingers. It was precisely the altar where the Nine Princes Wang Xiao was located. He couldn't help but wonder.

“Oh, don't look, hide first. ”

Circle pulled the hood, hid his face deeper, and turned around and said.

“Mr. Won, tell me, where exactly is the ninth altar? ”

Wang Yun retracted his gaze and turned his eyes to the true body of the circle. He said impatiently, his eyes flashed with a crazy look.

No moment has ever made him feel so close to the Crown Prince.

He has been a joke to many princes since he was a child. Bullying, swallowing, smiling and living to this day.

If he can become a prince, Wang Yun's right fist grips tightly, a bloodthirsty wave.

At a glance, Wang Yun looked at her and smiled. “Yes, I really like your current state, but this is not the time to tell you. Hide with me first, the war will be more devastating than you can imagine. ”

“War? ”

Wang Yun looked a little confused. Brother is so strong now, who dares to fight him.

It's helpless to put such a fool on the table.

The air sighed in his heart, and the circle explained briefly: "Wood shows in the woods, the wind ratio destroys it. Your brothers, when they wake up, will understand one thing. Only by joining forces to kill the past and destroy your brother's altar will there be a glimmer of opportunity. Can't you see your brother's doorkeepers can't move around the altar? ”

Wang Yun's eyes swept away, really so.

The masters of the Blood Martial Dynasty, as well as the Six-Vein Emperor Left Royal Emperor, although the divine color is relaxed. But he did not relax at all, looked vigilantly at the Quartet, his defense was impervious to the wind, and he did not reveal a fracture at all.

Wang Yunton dared to be frightened when he thought of the great battle in Yuanzhen's mouth, if it was true as he said.

Eighth and thirteenth brothers alone, those powerful and outrageous gatekeepers, are not the gatekeepers of other princes.

I have no idea what kind of destructive power it should cause.

Wang Yun woke up and shouted: "Go, go, let's go. ”

“Don't move, come with me. ”

Shake your head slightly and lead the way, leading these gatekeepers and the Four Princes away quickly.

The wind wave in the core region grew stronger and more intense, absorbing a great prince of altar dragon dollar. It has reached an unbelievable point, where one gaze alone is frightening and frightening.

At this moment, apart from Wang Fei's altar, only three remain.

The eleven princes, as well as the nine princes Wang Yi and the six princes Wang Ming respectively, the other altars were either destroyed or abandoned.

On the altar where the eleven princes are located, the Shinigami Lin Feng and the Mixed Yuan Palace Chu Feng all look quite ugly.

“Are we guarding, or are we abandoning? ”

The eleventh prince looked at the two humans, his heart fluttering and still tangled.

Chu Feng sighed: “Not in a hurry, his sword will surely strike the Nine Princes Wang Xuan. Your Highness, you will intensify the practice of the Emperor Flaming Sword. Only a perfect blend of your own avenues will give you some chance to compete with him. ”

Lin Feng glanced around and said calmly: “There are still many variables. I think the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince seem to be losing Anai. ”

“Yes, Big Brother Ba and 13th Brother, definitely won't sit back and watch Big Brother continue to be strong! ”

In the heart of the eleventh prince, it was decided, not to tangle, to sincerely sacrifice to refine the Emperor's sword of flame.

The magnitude of the crisis represents an enormous opportunity, and the Eleventh Prince does not want to give up on it.

Bear, bear, holy fire.

Wang Xiao's eyes twinkled slightly, looking at Great Prince Wang Fei, his heart still shocked.

Too fast, really too fast.

There was no time to react at all, and the destruction of four altars by His Majesty King Fi with the power to destroy the draught of decay has reached an intolerable point of view.

Wang Dao's hegemony swelled Wang Fei's heart to near distortion, madness and strength.

He was vicious and vicious and resolute.

No one can compete with two more powerful princes at this moment after removing the scourge.

“Nine princes, the fate has been messed up, I can fully see the situation, the number of destiny, chaos. ”

Tianzhi scholar frowned tightly, at a critical moment, his fate failed, making him some self-reproach: “However, His Highness's fate is a clash of yin and yang, his fate is different, his luck is uncertain... I recommend His Highness to avoid its sharp edge temporarily. ”

“Follow me and prosper, oppose me and perish! ”

In the laughter, Wang Fei, who was newly absorbed by refining and chemistry, swept his eyes and fell on Wang Xuan.

As others would expect, the target of his sword is the Nine Princes Wang Yi!

“Xiao Chen, dare you take my sword! ”

Seeing Xiao Chen on the altar, Wang Fei's suppressed intent to kill for a long time finally broke out with no hesitation.

No bullshit, swords up, the backdrop of more than 100,000 years of a dynasty. Turning into an Optimus Sword, it is like a sharp blade piercing the dome and falling straight towards the altar where Wang Zheng is located.

This has been the peak blow of the Seven-Vein Emperor, and even more terrifying.

The most important is the deep flaming royal ancient mausoleum, even the true Seven-Vein Emperor is here, or the Eight-Vein Emperor is very difficult to achieve this prestige.

Unmatched sword glow, far more than the previous four swords.

This sword is not only the sword of the royal majesty, but also the body of the dynasty that has experienced the legend of the wind frost from the long river of the ages.

The glory of sword and sword makes this vast and infinite core area seem tiny.

Is it a guard, or is it a retreat? Only between Wang Ying's thoughts.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and let the wind caused by Jianwei blow his shirt and lift his long hair.

Wang Fei's sword, he was named to pick it up, but he could not pick it up, but he was not allowed to Xiao Chen.

It is not a question of catching it, but if Wang Xiao chooses to retreat, this sword will be meaningless.

“There is no one to lose in this king's life. The Kings do not bear me. I will not bear them. Please help me catch a sword and die together! ”

Wang Xiao's calm words, if anything, were deterred by the sword of havoc. Yet it was like tar, igniting the blood of Qin Zholin, Tianzhi Shusheng and others. Faced with this astonishing sword, it did not mean to retreat in half.

Fight!

“My name is Xiao Soo, and I am now wounded by flesh and blood. Red Blood, give me the will to defeat! ”

Half a century floats and drifts; half a century is invincible and invincible. Xiao Xuo drank and let his life burn, the bloody flag of battle, the windward movement.

Passed down from the undefeated will of the Red Blood King, across time and space, from a distant past, to break the space-time barrier. Turned into a round of bloody big days, lit up one side, forcing Wang Fei Emperor Hao to retreat like a glow.

“Great Sun, the fire never goes out! ”

Golden Wu Empire Hao, the face does not change color, itself like tar, turned into the sun real fire bear burn.

His eyes were golden, the bloodline of the flood was fully activated, and at once a golden whale surrounded the altar or circled.

“refers to the heavens and the earth as dragons! ”

Qin Zhuolin will carry out the dragon hunting technique to the extreme, one finger heaven, one finger ground.

This finger happens to be the bloody big day of the undefeated battle, with time for this little altar. Under a sword of 100,000 years of the dynasty, it was born and held up for a day.

The other finger, drawing the land as a dragon, summoned a shadow of a dragon vein, with the radiant golden whale, to help shake straight up.

“Heaven and earth are just right, Sun and Moon Stars! ”

Tianzhi couldn't care less, folded fans in his hand, slowly unfolded. Through the Sun and Moon Star River, it derives its own breath and adds to this side of the heavens and earth.

With the exception of Xiao Chen, Umong and others on the altar have made every effort, and even made every effort, to survive.

to resist the invincibility of 100,000 years of dynasty.

“Kill!”

Xiao Xuo took the lead, carrying a bloody battle flag, facing the brilliant sword and slashing the past.

It looks like some mantis arms have become cars, and there is a death or death move, so that the elders outside the palace will not be able to see it.

Bell!

Red blood battle flag, a moment in contact with the sword, Xiao Soo spit out a bite of blood, holding the right hand of the battle flag, a slight crack appeared.

That indelible sword was blocked for a moment by his unbeatable will.

The Quartet's fear of shock, this scene, is incredible.

Even the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince dared not take a sword. They were actually blocked by a doorman under the Ninth Prince.

“Brother Xiao, let me help you! ”

Shh shh shh shh!

Looking at the crack in Xiao Zo's arm, he was going to spread all over his body, and five shadows were simultaneously emptied.

Qin Zhuolin concentrated on himself as much as he could to connect heaven and earth. Turned into a dragon shadow, with the golden whale of Hao, one left and one right, attacked the dynasty's derivative swordman.

chacha cha!

In a totally unbelievable light, that sword flash actually showed a slight crack and hidden collapse.

The Great Prince has a frenzied face, how can it be like this!

The Wang Dao he cultivated cannot tolerate such failure. Wang Dao Wang Dao, if he fails, will hurt the main road.

But just as he was about to take another sword, he suddenly felt a chill.

Looking cold, Xiao Chen saw above the altar, and Xiao Chen did not know when to open his eyes.

Behind us is a green dragon shadow, all heaven and earth, with the power of a pure king, the Divine Dragon.