Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"Wen Gongzi, I will first take out Tiangong Baojian, and take one or two jade slips with your strength. It should be no problem." Moss took out himself, the flame-burning Tianhuang Yupei, toward the center of Shishi A stone bench went over.

Xiao Chen nodded, and then one hand, put ten pieces of jade slips that contained the syllabus of the syllabus, all in their hands.

Hey!

It was previously lifeless, like a battle that exists in sculpture. In the sudden, it moved neatly, and the dust on the body exploded in an instant, and the roar was loud.

A stranger on the side, stunned, Xiao Chen actually ventured, and ten of the ten-level jade simplifications were all collected.

But even more surprised her is still behind, these battles with the highest level of Wudi strength, a punch in front of Xiao Chen was blown one.

There are five dragon-shaped airflows behind them, rolling up and down, roaring in unison, and dragons bursting.

With the power of one punch, there is a force of 50 million pounds. With the burning martial arts dragon claws, fighting, it is like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves are cold and ruthless.

From time to time, the Peng Peng fists that were displayed are even more sweeping. The wind is rising, the dragons are smashing, and Dapeng’s wings are hateful, and the fists are nine days, sweeping all directions.

The dust opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were full of incredible looks, and he saw the movements in his hands.

Wait until Xiao Chen has collected all the 100 battles, and waved his hand, all of the heart of the steel into the ring of the Qiankun, the strangeness of the dust came back.

Its bitter smiles, people can not be compared with people, the stone column surface has a groove, just in line with the flame-like Tianhuang jade in her hand.

Nothing to think about, the dust will be inlaid into the jade, in an instant, the flames on the stone pillars burned, and a roll of ancient books carved from bamboo leaves rises in the rise of the flame.

On the front of a bamboo leaf, Tiangong Baojian has four black ancient characters, which are striking in the flame.

The stranger looked at Xiao Chen with delight and said: "Wen Gongzi, really Tiangong Baojian, I got it."

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and felt heartily for the stranger, understanding the mood of the stranger at the moment, whispered: "Congratulations to Miss Mo, I have to pay for it."

The dusty gentle smile: "Thank you for the warm son, there are some battles on the road and the barriers at the gate. If you don't shoot it, the dust will never be so easy to get Tiangong Baojian."

At the same time of my heart, I was faintly lost. Now I have to make a wish, and Xiao Chen does not need to stay with her.

Although I don't know the identity of the other party, it is definitely not a small cloud sea area, so I can stay with each other.

When the sea meets, he suddenly appears. The city owner is angered and murdered, seeing his face, and willing to extend the cold hand and bring him the last warmth.

Just, just, he does not belong to the sea of ​​clouds after all, does not belong to this small sky.

Xiao Chen has a slight sense of sadness. After all, he has to go. There are not many friends in the world who can make him look at each other. There is no doubt about it.

Qin chess paintings, Qimen medical skills, eight hundred side doors, all in the chest, no one is not fine, but there is a strange stubborn dust, is such a woman.

The mood between the scenes was a bit different. They didn't talk. The stranger smiled bitterly: "Get this day's treasures, and within ten years, I can become a quasi-emperor. I will be your portable guard. Protect you for ten years."

Quasi-emperor...

As long as Xiao Chen is willing to re-accept the ten best spirits, let the repairs return to the peak, and cooperate with the sea king crown, you can defeat the emperor, no need to guard the dust.

Only at this moment, it is a good faith lie.

Xiao Chen smiled and said: "Well, I am waiting for you, waiting for you to become a quasi-emperor, waiting for you to knock on the door of the emperor, seeing you take off the veil on your face."

Hey!

A rush of footsteps came, Chen Wenjun with the Sun Star Palace Lu Shaoyou and Feng Ziying, as well as his own grand master, appeared in the sixth floor of this Wanbao Pavilion.

"Tiangong Baojian!"

The group saw the four words in the blazing flame and immediately excited.

Lu Shaoyou smiled and said: "Well, I don't want to marry me. I hide in Tibet and follow Miss Moss for so long. Thanks to Miss Moss, I am afraid that Wu Di will not be able to find this Tiangong Baojian."

"You are also working hard, and now I am going to roll right away. I am in a good mood and can leave you alive."

Xiao Chen frowned slightly and smiled. "The disciples of the Sun Palace in Zhou Tianxing Palace, it is no wonder that along the way, after several turns, I have not found you."

Fengzi Ying sneered: "Know that we are coming, just hurry, don't think that you have killed eight rubbish, you think you are a peerless enchanting, I don't know how thick the sky is."

Xiao Chen’s face is not smiling: “Is it? I will also give you two of these sentences. Don’t think that the elite disciples in the Sun Palace think that the sky is only so high, and the land is only so thick.”

"court death!"

The murderousness of the wind eagle suddenly broke out.

A hurricane, swept away, with his powerful kingly momentum, feels like a raging prince, in the bones of the eternal, with the cold wind and low embarrassment.

Sun Star, among the thousands of stars, the most kingly domineering stars. The disciples of the Sun Palace are also filled with the power of the king as the sun star, and the tyrants are unparalleled.

In order to cultivate the domineering power of the Sun Palace disciples and cultivate the Sun Jingjing, Zhou Tianxing Palace gave each disciple tremendous power and established a name for his power.

Invisibly affect the mood of these disciples, let their kingdom last forever, such as the sun is eternal, arrogant.

In the battle with the ordinary warriors, this kind of kingly spirit, using the power of the sun stars, sometimes screaming, can scare the opponent, tremble.

It’s just that the other person is looking for the wrong person. In the presence of the Emperor Zhenlong, the Qinglong King’s show, the king’s domineering, and the big knife in front of Guan Gong, what is the difference, is a naive joke.

The footsteps moved to the left without two traces. Xiao Chen reached out and held the dust behind him. He looked back and there seemed to be an invisible eye between the heavens and the earth.

The terror of the other party’s domineering temperament, with Xiao Chen’s gaze, silently disappeared into the invisible.

Fengziying and Lu Shaoyou looked at each other and felt a little strange from the other's eyes.

When you look at the weather, you can't go without a trace because of your opposition.

Chen Wenjun said with a smile and said: "The two brothers, killing chickens and using a knife, let my grand elders take the shot."

Lu Shaoyou was indulged in his heart. The great master of Tianbaolou, although not worth mentioning to him, can defeat each other within a hundred strokes.

But Xiao Chen just had a look at it, which made him feel a little surprised. There was a big master who shot and tried it.

Slowly nod and agree.

"excuse me!"

Needless to say, Chen Wenjun's old man behind him, his eyes condensed, stepped forward and stepped out, put the whole body out of the momentum, hands and movements, and handprints.

A undulating mountain range is practiced in one piece, such as the dragon's head, the hundred miles of mountains and rivers, and the true dragon's head, all in between.

"Yes, this dragon is the first print, even if I come to block, I dare not have the slightest intention." Lu Shaoyou and Feng Ziying nodded secretly.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly, and his arms were stretched out. It was the trend of Yan Peng's wings, and his toes were a little bit like a smashing sky. He walked for eight thousand miles and hated the sky. He couldn't let me swim.

This is not enough. A touch of God's light falls, the gods and gods, the gods and gods, and ten times the strength, quietly display.

Rubbing!

A crisp sound, as if the sound of the sky is broken, a moment of the light body, Xiao Chen punched out.

In front of the Qinglong King, you dragon, dare to raise your head and give me a go!

Angrily screamed, the screams broke, the old man was between the mountains of a seal, a mountain peak connected with a mountain, and it kept breaking, when the mountains were broken.

The blood in the mouth spit out, and all the broken internal organs were spit out and plopped. Its lifeless corpse was forced by the sternness of Xiao Chen, and it was impossible to raise it.

Lu Shaoyou and Feng Ziying were shocked, and the palm of their hand turned over. The palm of the sun slowly rose, and the time was golden. All the light in the world has gathered in the past, like a round of Huanghuang Day, rising between the two of them.

The rise of the big day, the desire to show great ambitions, the flood of heaven and the king of the king, like a rushing waterfall, is about to linger, and is ready to go!

"The light of rice grains, dare to fight with the moon!"

Xiao Chen’s eyes are condensed, and a bright moon behind him rises, and the moon rises like a fire. There are thousands of pounds of blood poured, and the fire does not go out, the millennium does not die!

On the same day, drinking the millennial fire brewed by the dust, Xiao Chen realized that there was something in the middle of it, but it was not very transparent.

Today, I saw these two people, and the big day that rises from the palm of the hand immediately merges and merges, and what I want to realize is in this month.

This is the name, the millennium fire!

Under the suppression of Haoyue, the sun flag rising between the palms of the two people was forced to go back. At the end of the game, there was no light at all.

The blazing flame is still burning.

Thousands of years of fire, wine is a touch of blushing, bright and colorful. The fire is a **** pouring, the moment of pride and ambition, that touch of arrogance and unruly!

Between the high moon and the high moon, Xiao Chen smiled and slammed out of the air.

All the blood and pride of Qinglongwang, all the arrogance and unruly, all loneliness and loneliness.

At the moment when this palm is extended, the performance is vivid, the joys and sorrows are separated, the laughter is roaring, Lingyun is aspirational, and it is a palm!

boom!

The two elite disciples of the Sun Palace were directly crushed and crushed in the Sumi. Chen Wenjun, who was slightly to the corner, spit out a blood, and knocked down the wall and fainted.