Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Steady landing, Xiao Chen stared at the four people, not afraid.

The four old people were slightly surprised. Looking at Xiao Chen’s look, it seems that they have already guessed that they are here.

The old man in the blue robe whispered: "It’s still the same thing, handing over the relics of the sea emperor, we are not embarrassing you, or else..."

Xiao Chen interrupted: "If not, how?"

The old man in the blue robe looked cold and looked straight. He said: "If you don't, don't blame us for not giving the face of Lei Wang. You are now a waste person. If we kill, we will kill."

I really felt that I was afraid of the other party. Even if I didn’t raise Qinglong’s body to the second place, Xiao Chen was sure that I couldn’t help but fight for it.

Now that he has condensed the Qinglong armor, he really wants to fight. He is absolutely not afraid.

Deviated from the other side, or a pair of people to eat his appearance, it seems that he can squeeze him at random, a word of life and death.

Xiao Chen was not afraid, greeted the eyes of the old man in the blue robe, calmly said: "Don't really be afraid of you, if you don't regret, even if you fight!"

"Hurricane, the old man defeated you!"

The old man in the blue robe sneered, killing the past, the sword in his hand was squirted, and with a touch of sword light quickly rushed toward Xiao Chen.

With the movement of the old man of the blue robe, there is a vast ocean behind it, and a series of dragons break out of the sea, forming a mighty scene of a thousand dragons going out to sea.

The atmosphere is magnificent, and it is unparalleled. This sword takes the thriving momentum of the dragon and spurs it. It has the courage of thousands of troops and horses. It belongs to the violent hair that goes straight and goes forward.

The other three, each guarding one side, quickly separated, stopped Xiao Chen’s way, blocked his wayback, and took the opportunity to shoot.

The other party is the martial arts of their own hands, Xiao Chen did not dare to have any small shackles, Qinglong battle armor emerged in an instant. The inscribed dragon pattern, the radiant masterpiece, the shadow of the morning, the heroic.

Pulling the knife, pulling out the sheath, there is no shortage of the knife, the dragon is righteous!

Between the electric and the Flint, Xiao Chen did not hesitate to make the most powerful martial arts of his own explosive power.

Qinglong emerges, the 18-inch cyan knife light overlaps, the dragon sounds, the sound wave is higher than a wave, and the eighteen dragons meet.

The eruption of the momentum, inevitably exceeds the blue robe old man Qianlong soaring, let the blue robe old man out of the sword, there is no bad feeling in the heart.

The sword has been unsheathed, and the general trend has already been achieved.

clang!

The two swords collided, like two different days, hit together, bursting into a huge sound, and there was a slight crack in the space.

Strong confrontation, **** for tat, the two retreat ten steps, Xiao Chen mouth a trace of blood stains, his face slightly pale.

The old man in the blue robe has no harm on the surface, but his arm is sour and his palm is empty. The long sword is used by this knife to fly out.

The other three old, there is a horrible feeling on the face, the old man in the blue robe is the strongest. Not only did he not lose Xiao Chen, but the sword in his hand was instead smashed.

How can a person who first entered the emperor have such strength?

Even if Xiao Chen accumulates more, the power of heaven and earth driven by Dacheng Zhundi should be more than double that of him.

unless……

There is only one possibility. This guy’s martial arts has reached the level of the Chinese product, which is higher than the Qianlong’s Qianlong soaring.

And the set of Qinglong armor on the body is also very weird, and seems to absorb a lot of damage from Qianlong.

"I said, don't regret it, I am never afraid of you in the morning, to be more embarrassed, then see who is even more embarrassed!"

With a cold sigh, Xiao Chen smashed the forehead of the sea emperor's headscarf and rushed over to the blue-robed old man without a blade.

Hey you are sick, want your life!

"Block him!"

The three people wake up like a dream, and have already expected the seriousness of the matter. They will stop Xiao Chen and prepare to solve Xiao Chen at the fastest speed.

"Golden, small yellow hair, help me block two people, just a moment."

"Guaranteed."

In the glaring golden light, the little yellow hair flies out and enters the violent, shining like the sun, the space is like a white.

The little yellow hair is a mouth, and the golden flame is facing one of them, and it has been sprayed.

"What a ghost thing, the sun is really hot, how can there be such a pure sun!"

Even the flames of Xiao Chen Qinglong Battlegear can melt, so it is so good.

When I was too late, I burned the man's bodyguards for more than half of the time. The eyebrows all burned up and screamed in a panic.

If you don’t talk nonsense, you can simulate a short knife, and you will be able to stop another god.

Only one old man left to fly toward Xiao Chen, to stop him, to hurt the blue-robed old man with no arm.

Who knows, Xiao Chen does not look at this person, let the other side attack, hit on his own body, but also a knife in the blue robe old man.

Hey!

Xiao Chen was hit by this blow, spit out a bit of broken blood, his face paler.

The old man in the blue robe is even more miserable. The knife on the chest cuts the flesh and blood ribs together, and the blood is like a fountain.

Once again, I resisted a trick, and Xiao Chen was again a knife, cut on the blue robe old man.

Hey!

Even with three tricks, Xiao Chen is facing the old man in the blue robe. Will be unarmed, a move to defeat the exhausted blue robe old man, cut half-dead.

The chance of suffocation is not left to this person, but the price is extremely heavy.

The other three old men’s three strokes were all unreservedly hit on him. The body of the Qinglong armor has turned into a dark light dissipating, bruised and bruised, blood-stained white robe.

But when this person saw that Xiao Chen turned around, he did not have a little bit of war. Instead, he was scared and stepped back three steps.

He was really scared. In the three hundred years of his life, he has never seen such awkward young people.

He is jealous of the enemy and more embarrassed to himself.

He is clear about how his own three moves are. Xiao Chen did not even scream at the shackles, and did not cut the old man of the blue robes into half-dead, and even did not even look back.

He was hard to see the old man in the blue robe, the strongest of them, the blood that was cut, lying on the ground and suffering helpless mourning.

Finally, I understand, Xiao Chen’s words, don’t regret what it means.

Seeing Xiao Chen with a cruel smile, rushing over with a knife, he shuddered, made an action that he could not even think of, and turned and fled.

Being scared away by Xiao Chen, I really dare not face this pair of eyes. I can’t afford any war.

"what happened!"

The two old men who are fighting with Jiaojiao and Xiaohuangmao have gained obvious advantages after the initial panic. They look at the blue-robed warriors who are dead on the ground and the old ones who turned and fled. They are all puzzled.

"Jiaojiao retreat!"

For the departure of the old man, Xiao Chen did not care, did not ask, coldly screamed, dragging the knife sideways, then replaced the Jiaojiao and Xiaohuangmao, withstood the pressure of two Dacheng Zhundi.

After a hundred strokes, the two old men were confused and knew why the old man had not retreated.

In the face of this completely deadly life, Xiao Chen, whoever changes to be flustered, so arrogant, dissatisfied.

Xiao Chen has not seen the perfection, but the knife marks on the two old people are also shocking and eye-catching.

"Go, go, I can't hold it, this guy is crazy!"

Xiao Chen has more and more scars on his body. He hopes that Xiao Chen will fall down several times, but he will be disappointed once and for all, and he will only get the scars on his body.

The spirit of the two old men is about to collapse. I really can’t gamble, withdraw from the battlefield, set up the body of the blue robe, and turn around and run.

The four Dacheng emperors, in this way, Xiao Chen, a first-time imperialism, lived and scared away, and was reluctant to stay longer.

If this matter is spread out, I am afraid that no one will believe it. Except for the word against the sky, there will be no words to describe it.

The spread of the gods and the determination that the four old dragged the wounded body has gone far.

Xiao Chen’s mouth plucked a smile and fell backwards.

Previously forced out of the battle group, a few times to intervene into the unsuccessful coquetry, and quickly stepped forward, holding the fallen Xiao Chen in his arms.

The feathers were blown down a lot, the little yellow hair that was exhausted, flapping its wings and flying over.

Xiao Chen reached out and wanted to praise the little yellow hair. He could see that his hand was full of blood, which was too dirty. With a wry smile, the raised arm fell down.

"Jiaojiao, I just have a good night's sleep, don't cry, if you cry, I won't wake up."

After a moment of powerlessness, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiao Jiao held Xiao Chen tightly in her arms, tears swirled in her eyes, but thought of Xiao Chen’s words, forcing the tears not to fall down, muttering: "You are a fool, how always fight, Qinglong Wang has What is good."