Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

On the desert island, the little mans of the stars, like raindrops, did not stop.

The purple thunder, with its original bright color, settles down and turns into a deep purple.

The various treasures in the space ring have already been sorted out, and the scorpion is holding the chin, and the eyes are not leaving the thunder.

"Two months, Xiao Chen’s accumulation has already been enough. Everything will come to fruition. According to the conversion of the principle of heaven, it should have been perfect."

Geng Jiao whispered, but the heart was also released. In two months, it was enough to show that Xiao Chen’s heart did not have any panic, and he was too hasty.

Still steady and fast, so as long as there are no other accidents, Xiao Chen stepped into the realm of the emperor, it is a matter of stability.

If there is no accident, then after a while, Xiao Chen will almost be able to break through.

Just thinking like this, Yan Jiao's brow suddenly wrinkled, and the palm of his hand patted the ground gently. The whole person stood up and looked at the distance.

There are three strong atmospheres in front, and they are coming here, coming quickly, and the strength of each figure is no less than any of the eight major city owners.

The three strongest of the quasi-emperor Xiaocheng joined forces.

"I really pick the time, choose this time to start!"

If the face is cold and frosty, the murderousness in the eyes is slowly brewing. It stretches out a hand, and the moonshadow knife inserted in the side of Xiao Chen falls silently into her hands.

Looking back, I saw a thunder and sighed: "I know that this guy, the achievement of the emperor, certainly not too peaceful."

His figure flashed, and he held the moonshadow knife and fell to the thunder. The body slowly dimmed and finally disappeared into the air, as if it was really gone.

Hey!

The three emperors of the South China Sea Dragon Palace, wearing black robes, converge on the air, steadily landed in the desert island, eyes with a trace of excitement, watching the thunder not far away.

"Good guy, the news brought by Leng Shaofan is really correct. This Xiao Chen is really on a desert island within five hundred miles, and even pick this time to attack the emperor."

The young emperor on the right, with a long knife on his back, whispered softly.

The thunder and smashing of the thunder, it is the sign that the thunder attribute warrior hits the quasi-emperor, combined with the news brought by Leng Shaofan. No guess, it must be Xiao Chen.

"Oh, the ability to get the crown of the sea king, dedicated to the Dragon King, is definitely a great achievement." The tall, thin and thin young man on the left, can't conceal his happiness in his eyes.

Only the middle-aged white-haired old man, with a calm face and indulging in his eyes, looked around and looked cautious.

He raised his hand and pointed his fingertips, and the fingertips shot a cold ice sword. When the sword gas came out, the ground was covered with frost. It was obvious that the ice would reach a very high level.

The sparkling sword is like the essence, the sun is shining on it, and it has a boundless luster. Let this fleeting sword look like a light that flies out of his hands.

Hey!

Sword gas shot above the Thunder, sending out a crisp collision sound, thunder flashing, cold ice sword, turned into a mist disappeared.

The huge thunder, the silk does not move, there is no crack in the crack.

It’s incredible that the three faces are at the same time.

The prospective emperor with a long knife, swearing tongue: "A good thunder, this guy has reached what kind of accumulation, only to start attacking the emperor."

"I am going to smash him!"

The physique of the tall and thin body, the temper is hot, step forward, ready to kill.

The white-haired old man said: "Ping army, be careful."

"Oh, Cheng Lao is relieved. He is now at such a critical moment. Even if he knows that I will kill him, he will be helpless. Today he is dead!"

The quasi-emperor named Ping Jun did not care too much to laugh.

Indeed, if Xiao Chen stops attacking the quasi-emperor at this moment, the predecessor is a small one, and under the law, he must suffer from no internal injuries.

In the weak body, fighting against the three Xiaocheng emperors, how to see is no way to live.

If you don't give up, you can only become a target of death, passively attacked by people, and it is also a dead word.

Between the advance and retreat, what is seen is a dead end, there is no possibility of surviving.

Cold Shaofan, far away from tens of thousands of miles, only from a few words, will be forced into a desperate situation, this person's strategy can be described as unparalleled in the world.

It is a pity that there is a chance in the world, and the number of Da Yan is fifty. With forty and nine, one day goes to one. There is always a life left.

And Xiao Chen, this silk machine, is on the body.

The flat army flashed, the red awns flashed, the sky clouds rolled, and the wind raged. The law of the heavenly law in the body is imprinted, and a horrible force flows out to gather the whole body.

His body and the heavens, flying to the ground, and the integration of the heavens and the earth, suddenly shot, a punch.

The power that is driven seems to drive all the world.

This is the strength of the quasi-emperor, returning to the truth, blending with the heavens and the earth, forming the law of the heavens, every move can bring the power of heaven and earth.

If you look at the horrible group, you will be bombarded on the Thunder. If the violent force is hit, the thunder will be torn apart.

Xiao Chen, who is in it, can't help but want to continue. He can only be broken and stop attacking the emperor, and he can bear the power of the law.

In the moment of the electric light flint, in the void, a bright knife light is shining, and the knife light flashes for a moment.

In the middle of the sky, a touch of **** thunder appeared, and the black clouds covered the top, and it was full of darkness.

The Pingjun also reacted in the future, and he was shackled on the body with no evasive power.

"hateful!"

His anger screamed, and at the last moment when the knife light split it into two halves, a fist hit the body.

Rubbing!

The **** was turned into Lei Peng, and with the knives, the body of the Pingjun was smashed into two halves, and the electric light burst, and then it was smashed.

The Pingjun of the emperor Xiaocheng, under the sudden shot of Jiaojiao, was devoid of a bone.

Sudden changes, so that the white-haired old man, and another young black-haired youth, did not expect it, even the rescue opportunities were not given.

Yan Jiao suffered a punch before the death of the army. The injury was not small, and the body looked a little illusory. It was not like the beginning, and it was almost the same as the living.

But it can hold the moonshadow knife tightly, and look at the two people in front of the cold eye, keep it by the thunder, and keep walking.

"The instrument spirit?"

"There is a spirit that the emperor has cultivated!"

The two men saw the situation and looked at the moonshadow knife in the hands of Jiao Jiao, and their eyes became hot.

There is a spirit of the emperor's cultivation, such a sub-divine soldier, if he can reach the realm of the soldiers, he will be among the list of gods.

It is not included in the list of gods, but also a very precious **** soldier, worth far more than other **** soldiers.

"Oh, yes, this knife I want." The young black man smiled faintly: "Qinglong Wang, it is really a human treasure, the good things on the body, not the general."

"You want? Do you have this qualification?"

At this time, the deep purple thunder appeared a trace of cracks, and a sound and shadow came out from it.

Rub and rub!

The Thunder was torn apart, and thousands of thunders surged, forming a huge purple beam of light, rushing away.

Xiao Chen is dressed in white, standing in the light, the winds of all directions, the squares gather together, the body and the heavens, the mind can turn, can stir the situation.

His eyes are like electricity, looking directly at the two people in front, a arrogant king of the world, with the eyes, as the real spewing out.

Huge pressure came, the white-haired old man and the black-haired youth, with a faint color on his face, and could not help but walk back two steps.

Yan Jiao’s face showed a hint of joy, Xiao Chen succeeded, and the road of life and death in 12 years was finally smeared with the emperor.