Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The white man pouted and looked at the two people in the sky: "It’s really tireless to chase after a few days, Ye Chenxiong, you and I joined forces to kill these flies, and how to fight again."

The right hand gently shook the folding fan, which had already fainted a lot of purple hair. With the wind blowing, the evil spirits were shocking. Xiao Chen smiled and said: "I have this intention!"

The two masters of Wuhuang and the old master of the ranks of Wu Sheng, with their two current strengths, no one can beat alone, but if you fight one person, the outcome is unpredictable.

A **** light, skyrocketing, the white man holding a long knife, with a knives of the sky, the master of the cold moon palace killed the past.

Thunder and lightning, rumbling bursts of loud noises, Xiao Chen stepped on the electric light, the wind rushed, and smashed the past to the great master of the Tianyin sect.

A terrible battle, and soon, the battle of the master class, how fierce the picture will be, you can know without guessing.

Yun Tianhe and Gao Baiyu squatted at the palace, and they had already flashed a side of the road. At this level of fighting, they couldn’t get along.

On a hill in the distance, the star-studded clouds and the old man who are ready to drive at any time are also staring at the battle between the fields.

"In other words, Jiuye, you are not a master-level Wu Sheng, why not go to help." Xing Qingyun squatting the old man next to the thief, some puzzled.

Jiuye was a little embarrassed, and smiled and said: "Jiu Ye's master style, the water is too big, and these serious comprehension of the different styles of the master, repair is also dependent on time, saying that Jiu Ye is best at fighting is not a fight, It is a treasure hunt."

Seeing the stars in the clouds, I suddenly realized that I looked contemptuous. The old man smiled and said: "Of course, to the bold little guy of your heart, Jiuye, I stretch my fingers, can still be easily extinguished."

Xing Qingyun is not good, but can only be tolerated and can only be tolerated, the heart is depressed, not, even the old man of the mouse can not beat, this is really miserable.

The veteran old man of Tianyin Zongmen, who is fighting against Xiao Chen, is named Xiao, wearing a suit of Qingyi and holding a seven-string long piano in his hands.

The skin is smooth and delicate, and it is not as rough as wrinkles.

Hey!

The fingertips fluctuated, and Xiao played a gorgeous song. Compared with the Tianyin sects seen in Xiao Chen, this Xiao has already reached another realm.

As the piano sounded into the ear, Xiao Chen had an illusion in front of him. He was placed on top of a sky, and the fog was filled with water. The woman in front of a dozen hot women, with a veil, danced in the clouds.

The fabric on the body, plus the corners and corners, will not exceed one slap. The dancing body, as if it has a magical charm, is extremely tempting, and the burning fire in the heart will burn.

Xiao stunned, and stopped in the air, Xiao Chen, who was caught in the illusion, showed a sneer on his face, his fingertips were more swift, and the sound of the piano rang.

The Yuntian River above the palace is seen, and his face is happy. He will come over and directly kill Xiao Chen. Gao Baiyu stops: "The cloud brother is slow, and now with a little external force, it can break the illusion."

"Let's watch the show slowly. This demon song is the elder of my door. I caught the abyss succubus and created it after meticulously savoring it. The people trapped inside have only one end, sucking the adult and feeding back Xiao Elder. ”

Yun Tianhe heard the words, and could not help but secretly stunned. This illusion is a bit between real and illusory. He can use the enchantment in illusion and absorb the essence of his life.

In the illusion, eight beautiful women, have come to Xiao Chen, beheaded and pose, from time to time to make a seductive action that makes people squirt.

People just feel that they are in heaven, and they can't wait to be happy.

When Xiao Chen looked at it for a while, he felt uninteresting. Under the sun, he could let him indulge in a moment of enchantment, and only the succubus cold moon’s display would be done.

As soon as I read this, Xiao Chen couldn’t help but recall the time spent in the deep sea battlefield with the cold moon. I don't know now, this woman full of secrets, where is it.

If the robbers are approaching, if they are meeting, they are not friends or friends.

"The son, the slave is not beautiful enough!"

Thinking about it, a gorgeous woman took off her veil and revealed a pure face. Xiao Chen was slightly staying, and her appearance was exactly the same as that of the cold moon.

The woman smiled shallowly and hooked Xiao Chen’s neck, glaring at his moment of loss, and wanted to kiss his lips.

Just in the flames of red lips, only one inch will be attached, Xiao Chen's hand has a residual sword, the sword is cold and cold on the other's mouth.

The left hand was free to play, and the beautiful girl was pushed to the distance.

Xiao Chen looked at the broken sword in his hand. For a time, he forgot the place where he was, and took out the god.

Just before him, he was about to sink in. The remnant sword of Lei Di Sang Mujian in the squadron of Qiankun suddenly shocked and made him suddenly wake up.

"I will come back alive?"

"Must, if you want to die, I won't let you die. You will die and you will not die."

The words of the past reverberated in my mind. When Xiao Chen was lost, he held the sword firmly, and the blade was embedded in the palm of his hand.

Just a faint sorrow, do you remember the words of the day, are you allowed to die?

But when can I pull you back in the long river of fate.

Full of purple hair, a thought disappeared, three thousand green silk, light dance.

The evil spirits of Xiao Chen’s deliberate performance no longer exist, and the sea emperor’s headscarf, which has changed into a **** color, has once again become a pure sky blue.

In the past three days, the drug power of the remnant of the Yuan Dynasty has been absorbed by him seven or eighty-eight. If it is not to maintain the identity of the blood son, Ye Chen, it will turn black.

At this moment, I read the old things. Under the ups and downs of Xiao Chen, I forgot the disguise. The evil spirits did not exist. Instead, the calm and calm scruples were still calm.

boom!

The folding fan in the left hand was broken, and the whole fantasy disappeared at once. The foreground of the eye changed like a change. Xiao’s mouth overflowed with a trace of blood stains. He looked at the seven strings of the long piano and his face was full of surprise.

Pulling the left hand and collecting the **** cloak on his body, Xiao Chen hits the white clothes, the blue silk dances, and the sky blue sea emperor's headscarf has a cool and delicate face.

The look in the middle of the lake, such as a deep pool, is unfathomable, and the old well remains unchanged.

"Impossible, my demon song, has never failed in the same generation of warriors."

Xiao is full of horror in his eyes, and his hand flashes a brilliance. The lyre is reconnected, and the fingertips are crossed. It is also a singer's voice, like a woman's 呻|吟, long and resounding.

As a knife, like a knife, I am a knife, a knife is me, white clothes, breezy.

When Xiao Chen stepped forward, there was a sound of a peerless sword that rang out of the world. Every step of the way, there are knives, seemingly slow, can be endless, creaking, crisp sound, lingering.

"It’s against the heavens and the yin and yang to make up the yin and yang." Xiao elder, you shouldn’t have existed in this world."

All the sounds of the piano were cracked by the crisp knives, and Xiao Chen stepped forward. As the world went by, his sword became more and more mad.

At the end of the day, all the knives and sounds merged together to form a sacred voice, breaking through the barriers of the sky and rushing away.

The sound of the gods, the spirit of the spirit, the lyre of the harpsichord completely ruptured, creaking, turned into the sky.

In the sea, the purple scorpion circulates the soul of the soul, not as vague as before, and the four golden light becomes clear and visible.

Xiao Chen took a moment to sneak a little, and the soul of the knife was broken. At this time, he broke through. His knife was completely overwhelmed by 10%, and the real "soul" was gathered.

"Shaw elders, want to be a demon, after all, is a sidewalk, you are also going to be a master of the big master, a battle of righteousness, a high score."

Xiao is too lazy to pay attention to it, his eyes flashed a bit of a mans, turned and wanted to leave. His demon songs are not a side door. Some of the master-level Wu Shengs are easily killed by him, and the essence of life is added to him.

"It turns out that this guy is the real Xiao Chen. Don't be too proud, let me refine a good piano to absorb the essence of your life."

Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, and his eyes showed some disappointment.

At this moment, he will make the compound of the squad, and the only remaining drug power will be rushed out without any scruples, and it will be cultivated as the peak of the peak of the Chinese martial arts.

The soul of the knife is formed, and the strength is rising. I want to have a quick fight. I didn't expect that this person was blinded by foreign objects in his eyes, and he was made up to be ingenious.

That is the case, then give you a death!

Derived without any lack of knives, Xiao Chen was lifted off after the moon, and between the hands, the night fell, and suddenly blocked the way to Xiao.

Turning the palms into the night, the moon is full.