Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Ouyang Long had an old face, a red-hot, and a grand master of more than three hundred years of cultivation. He was actually caught in a back with his fingers.

Ding!

Just as Ouyang Long struggled and tried to pull out the sword, a touch of Jianguang was killed from behind Xiao Chen.

It was the white-haired old man who went back and returned. He smiled coldly: "Ginger is still old, kid, give me death!"

His chances were very accurate, just when Xiao Chen caught Ouyang Longjian, if he gave up at this time.

It gave Ouyang Long the opportunity to attack, and the other party could not ask for it. This sword comes down, containing Ouyang Long's practice, and at least can pierce Xiao Chen.

If you don't give up, you will not be able to avoid the white-haired old man's sword. Therefore, he was very proud and sneered, and he felt that Xiao Chen was seriously injured if he died.

clank!

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and he was not surprised at the sword that was returned to the white-haired old man. Two fingers force, the strength of the martial arts dragon in the body, rapid swimming, the sound of thunder in the body.

In Ouyang Long's unbelievable look, Xiao Chen's fingers are twisted, and the blade is broken. Ouyang Long spit out a blood and flew out.

A turn, Xiao Chen stretched his hand all the time, like a sword, all the edges gathered on the fingertips.

Just listening to a crisp sound, it was a melodious knife. The night became dark in an instant, and I couldn’t see my fingers and cover one side of the world.

Night, the moment of completefall, Xiao Chen's fingertips, just above the white-haired old man's sword.

The old man in white is black in front of him, and he can adapt to this new environment in the future. He will see a ray of light, rubbing and rubbing, and the sound of the broken body will ring again.

Wait until the light is shining, a round of the moon, from Xiao Chen's fingertips.

When the light flashed, the white-haired old man was split in half and then went to the sky. Gently turn and turn into a bright moon of a turn, hanging above the sky.

Xiao Chen looked at the moon in the sky, his face showed a satisfactory look, and whispered to himself: "Yes, this is the real moon, no one, no night, no moon, no perfect night, no natural dust. ""

However, there are other reasons why you can kill each other and kill a big master.

One has the ingredients of the other side, and the other is afraid that it is the first time to face this kind of skill.

The most important thing is that the other party said that it is a swordsman. It is better to say that it is a ruthless rogue.

The great master who is far from being able to do so is, in addition to his body, he will die, and he has already lost any arrogance. It is like a withered dead wood.

Not worth it, too proud.

In such a scene, the underground Ouyang Long was scared, watching Xiao Chen, who was wearing a white coat in the moonlight, with a natural masterpiece.

"Gentle style! What he promoted to the master-level Wu Sheng, not right, repair is still a lot worse, not a master-level Wu Sheng."

Ouyang Long did not dare to think about it, and refused to watch other Ziyan Jianzong disciples, turned and ran.

In the heart of the movement, the bright moon in the sky will slowly dissipate, screaming at the escape of Ouyang Long, Xiao Chen’s face, murderous.

He pedaled two brontosaurus, swaying and smashing.

Knowing the purple ray in the sea, constantly rotating, the power of the will is above the brontosaurus at the foot.

Let Xiao Chen look like it is stepping on a thunderbolt and blending with Lei Guang. Fast and amazing, a few accelerations, caught up with the injured Ouyang Long.

Hey!

Ouyang Long had no sword in his hand, and he was injured again. How can he live in Xiaochen, but after ten strokes, he was defeated by Xiao Chen and was weak.

"Cough, Xiao Chen, you don't care too early. This time you can not only go to the palace, but don't want to live."

Ouyang Long knows that he must die, desperately said: "You guys will definitely die halfway..."

Xiao Chen didn't wait for him to finish, and reached out and pointed at it. A knife flashed over, and his eyebrows had a blood hole, and there was no life.

Take the space ring in his hand and take it out and put it into his own ring.

In my mind, echoing the words of Ouyang Long before his death, you are taking a road, a dead end.

Xiao Chen’s eyes drifted into the distance, which is the direction of Zhongzhou Wushen Palace. In his footsteps, he did not hesitate, and his heart did not retreat. He walked forward without hesitation.

Also like the heart of a knife, not hesitating, not hesitating, rather than bending.

Above the Scorpio, on a heavy warship, the three kings of the family gathered together.

In the control room, Yan Shi 14 and Jiang Lin, the two sons, sit together, three people standing behind each other, an old man, is the three inner door elders.

In front of them, there is a mirror like a water curtain. The two great masters, the picture of the tragic death in the hands of Xiao Chen, showed up in the above.

Let these people have a cold breath, and did not expect that Xiao Chen actually grew to such a degree.

Lin family, the gloomy road: "This guy, really can't stay, otherwise it is definitely the second Qingdi. At that time, let him take charge of the Wushen Palace, certainly not the way of our family."

Yan Xie chuckled: "Reassured, this time he can't run, maybe I don't need us to shoot."

Although a group of people saw the strength of Xiao Chen, they still have full confidence in killing Xiao Chen. Obviously, they are fully prepared and have the means to kill Xiao Chen.

Seven days later, Xiao Chen came to a city.

This city is a border town, located in the junction of Xuanyu and Tianwu domain, named Qihuocheng.

In addition to the martial arts on the way, the most fundamental cultivation has not fallen at the same time.

There are forty-nine best spirits on his body, and there is a purple thunder that goes beyond the heavenly method of practice.

If it is not the seventh heavy weight of the purple mine, the foundation of Xiao Chen is too big and too strong, and it has already reached the realm of the master-level Wu Sheng, without waiting until now.

At this moment, Xiao Chen is away from the priest-level Wu Sheng, leaving only one layer of film stripping, and a barrel can be promoted to the master-level Wu Sheng.

However, he still has greater ambitions, and the master-level Wu Sheng is not what he wants.

He wants to take this opportunity to reach the realm of the great masters at the moment of breaking through the top of the peak of Wusheng. Only in this way can he be at the royal ceremony.

With absolute strength, we will force the White Emperor City to be in the summer, and will be prepared for chaos and destruction.

This is not impossible. He is not lacking in resources. He still has forty-eight best spirits in his hands. It is impossible for him to compare with the Holy Land.

What he lacks is only the inner feelings and the vision.

Those older masters all have hundreds of years of martial arts sentiment and vision.

What Xiao Chen has to do is to take this test as an opportunity to walk the way that those people have gone through for a hundred years.

This is why he refused to win the **** of the Qiong, this road can only be left by himself.

Otherwise, even if you go to Zhongzhou, it appears at the Fengwang Festival, but it is just a shame.

Recovering his thoughts, Xiao Chen began to look at the city in front of him. It was too quiet and very uncoordinated.

The knowledge of God was slightly swept away, and the streets and lanes were all empty.

Lifting your legs into the city, on the wide streets, stalls in the shops, only a little dust, the city is not empty for how long.

boom!

When Xiao Chen walked to the center of the city, in the silent city, suddenly there was a cold, murderous murderous, rushing away.

Above the houses in the city, they jumped out of the cold and murderous, murderous, wearing black armor, armed with elite soldiers, and the number of secrets was no less than 50,000.

Take a closer look, each person's position, and some doorways, seems to constitute a strange array.

The murderous spearheads all point to Xiao Chen, so many.

Even Xiao Chen felt an unnatural, tight muscles, and the force of the law quickly jumped.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, and he felt some incredible. Before the gods swept away, even here, they were all empty cities, and no one was seen.

Hey!

A hoof sounded, and the distance from the street, a few black high-headed horses, brought all the way to the dust and galloped.

Zema Yang whip, a few breathing time, a cavalry squad of about 100 people, came to Xiao Chen.