Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Wash out the lead, illuminate the third life!

Above the altar of Shining Saint Light, the three spatulas meet lightly and penetrate through Wang Fei.

Its vitality is visible to the naked eye and is rapidly lost. No matter how the dragon vein of the dynasty is supplemented with dragon yuan, it cannot alleviate the vitality loss.

Three shadows, gradually coinciding, as if they were overlapping in time and space, flashed through many images. Both Xiao Chen's present past and future are just blurred and distorted images, and in a flash, the scene cannot be seen.

No one expected this scene...

Xiao Chen has not dominated since the beginning, facing Wang Fei, the dragon vein of the dynasty. Few people feel that they can defeat Wang Fei, even if they can defeat him, they will never kill him like this.

But Wang Fei is dying now. He can't fake it at all!

“Damn, how could it be like this, how did Wang Fei die...”

Cloud palace, too temple ancestors completely silly eyes, a flash of panicked divinity in the eyes.

Although Wang Feifeng is still alive and well, but he has reached their realm, it can be seen that Wang Fei is already dead.

When the three knives crossed, Wang Fei died.

Now it's just the dragon vein of the dynasty that forcibly renews its life without its own dragon dollar, but it's like filling a leaking bottle of water.

No matter how much water you have, you will not be able to fill the bottle and it will eventually empty.

“Ancestors...”

The other tribes panicked and looked at the ancestors of the temple in confusion. Besides, what should we do when Wang Fai dies?

In their plan, there is no such thing as Wang Fai dying.

With the dragon vein of the dynasty, he is invincible in the ancient mausoleum of the Fire Emperor. He was the day of the world, how could he die in the hands of others?

Once Wang Fei dies, there are many plans behind him that cannot be implemented at all.

Stuck in a slight change of flaming royal color, the eyes flashed with surprise and the flaming royal sword trembled slightly.

Sword, can be drawn again.

But the flaming face is ashes, there is no desire to draw swords at all, dead silence in the heart, no thoughts.

He should hate Xiao Chen, but he can't. It was the ancestors of the Tai Temple who pushed Wang Fai to the front desk and to the edge of the abyss...

But the temple shrines are old, they are all uncles, he can't hate them either.

Now, he is a loser, and this group of old people in the temple temple is also a loser.

Flaming Martial Dynasty, is it true that Havoc took refuge?

With this in mind, the Flaming King closed his eyes with some despair and was discouraged.

Yanhuang Ancient Ling Zhong.

A group of Dacheng Emperors were killing, while stopping the movement in their hands, some doubtfully looked at Wang Fei, who had been penetrated by three swords on the altar.

“Big Brother is dying? ”

Eight princes and thirteen princes, with a slightly changed face, were surprised and surprised.

When the Grand Prince dies, the scourge will be utterly dispersed, except that his men will be forcibly transferred.

By then, the crown prince will be between him.

No, there is another person...

Wang Feng faintly said: “The next one must be Nine. You don't mind? ”

Wang Yi, the thirteenth prince, grinned coldly: “It suits me. ”

Rather than hurting Wang Fei's death, they quickly locked the next competitor in.

So cold, so alarming.

At present, only nine princes are still practicing the Flaming Emperor's Sword, if he is allowed to perfectly blend his own avenue with the dragon vein of the dynasty.

With his slaughter avenue is enough to become the second “Great Prince”.

“This?”

Talking to Lin Feng, he was surprised and his face turned wild.

His eyebrows rose and his eyes fell on Lord Xi in the distance. His face was still calm and he could not see what he was thinking.

“You're surprised. Wong Fei really shouldn't die? ”

Lin Feng's acute discovery of the face, some secrets hidden, seemed to be hidden.

Yan Heaven retracted his gaze and moaned: “No one can kill Wang Fei if he wishes. Since Wang Fei is dead, it means that the Grand Prince is no longer of value. Brother, I don't understand this game at the moment, if you can, I hope you can help me at a critical time. Standing in a human position, help my brother, the heavens and the earth will change greatly. I am a family of people, facing a once in a hundred thousand years opportunity! ”

Whoosh

This was said by the voice and Lin Feng. After that, he fled away, leaving only a little confused by the forest wind.

The heavens and the earth will change greatly, and the clan of men will face a once in a hundred thousand years opportunity.

Brother, you have to help me... Lin Feng Feng's mind circled and left behind, into contemplation.

And most importantly, who is Yan Tianzhi, listening to his tone, even he is in awe.

Who is it exactly, so horrible?

Whoa!

Xiao Chen's three shadows gradually coincided, as if time and space overlapped, flashing through many scenes.

The scene is full of Xiao Chen's past, present and future, but the scene is distorted and blurred, and instantly passes away, making it difficult to see.

A bloody flame came, and the demonic blood vulture fell from the sky, catching the shaky bush.

Xiao Chen closed the knife to sheath, covering the wound in front of his chest, and his face was pale.

Just now, one knife is neither Sanshenghua nor Sanshenghua.

It was he who inspired Moyer to break the knife of the ring and put out the three flowers.

Throughout the past and the future, three swords in one will undoubtedly kill Wang Fei, who reveals his broken face.

It was meant to be more powerful to kill colorless, but killing without forgiveness is difficult to control, and there is no certainty that it will come to pass. He had to retreat and ask for a second, and perform the more mature three flowers, otherwise he would not have killed the great prince who was united with the heavens.

Whatever the trauma, relying on the horrible Dragon Dollar, Wang Fei can recover instantly, and he is almost immortal.

But Xiao Chen's eyes were very confused, not at all relaxed.

He felt a horrible slaughter in the third flower moment, an unprecedented fear brought about by that slaughter.

For a moment, he could hardly succeed, even thinking about giving up.

But after that person seemed to be certain of something, the killing intent suddenly disappeared and the three peanuts were successfully carried out.

Are you sure about what?

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed brightly. After he determined that my knife would kill Wang Fei, he chose to give up.

Yes, it must be.

If it was my knife, I could only seriously injure Wang Fei, and he would stop it. If he can kill, he chooses to give up and enjoy it.

There is only one reason to explain that he cannot kill Wang Fei, who is united with Heaven, in the ancient mausoleum of Yanhuang.

Or it's going to cost a lot to make it happen, so let me kill it.

His eyes fell under the altar, dressed in black, his left eye in a masked ceiling, Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with great doubts.

But even if it was exploited, Xiao Chen had no remorse in his heart.

To flame the royal ancient mausoleum, he has three purposes.

He assisted Wang Xuan to become a prince, waiting for the immortal palace to be born, the third purpose he never told anyone.

Deep in his heart only, but he never forgot, like a sharp sharp sharp knife, engraved in his heart one by one.

Kill Wang Fei!

Wang Fei must die, and Wang Fei must pay the price for the death of his minor nephew Ling Yu.

Even if he is to bear the burden, the entire temple temple will be pursued indefinitely, he will surely kill Wang Fei.

On that day, Ling Yu died, he had vowed in his heart that he had been waiting for this day for a long time!

Wang Fei fell from the altar and felt his life pass away like quicksand. His eyes were filled with despair.

No, he won't die like this.

Seeing the west under the altar, Wang Fei's desperate eyes raised a glimmer of hope.

This man, who has never been able to see through, has the power of terror, and maybe... maybe he has the chance.

“Lord Xi, help me... I'm dead and you have no chance. ”

Wang Fei looked at Xi with longing and muttered.

Xi calmly said: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, you are dead, but the birth of God cannot be saved. ”

“No!”

Wang Fei's powerless grip on the fiery sword was filled with a cry of despair, but no matter how despair could change the truth, how his body scattered like sand as soon as he landed.

On and off the field, everyone sees this incredible scene.

Never for a lifetime, yelling to follow me and prosper, oppose me and perish, and join the dragon vein of the dynasty, the invincible Wang Fai is so dead.

None of the dead scum is left. Everyone looks after this, and the person who became the Prince just disappeared.

sī sī sī sī!

With the death of the Grand Prince, his men, the doorkeepers, flashed constantly. This is the rule of Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum. After the death of his prince, his visitors will not be able to stay in Yanhuang Ancient Mausoleum.

But just as the shadows of these people grew blurred.

The masked man in black suddenly reached out and grabbed the Grand Prince's fiery sword.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the sword burst into the sky's magic light, and the entire dome was instantly dark. The blurred Son of Green Lotus and others, in his grip of the Flaming Sword, pulled these back alive.

“The Flaming Emperor's Sword has some doorways, but it's not right... now it should be called the Demon Emperor's Sword! ”

Xi violently ripped off his black robe and revealed the noble and evil robe inside, the robe of the Blood Martial Dynasty.

The black robe, which had been torn down, was thrown into the air and turned into a round of bloody moons.