Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The wind is like a knife, and the momentum is like a mountain. This figure is coming to the forefront, and the unscrupulous edge of the figure is going to take a look at the lively warriors around, and all of them are forced to go back.

Xiao Chen’s brow wrinkled, and he couldn’t think too much. Turning around was a palm welcoming. Because the other party is too fast, hesitated a little, and he will be hurt by the other side.

There is never much truth in the Black Sea, and the weak will never get sympathy.

boom!

Some people came to the accident. Under the pressure of such great momentum, the other side, as a first-time Dacheng emperor, did not choose to withdraw.

The corner of the mouth evokes a cruel smile, and the cold voice: "When the arm is in the car, give me away!"

The same palm waved out, only to see the flames take off, behind this person, forming a flame mountain peak connected to a whole, eighteen flame mountain peaks, appeared in an instant.

Form a complete flame desert, hot air, burning everyone's skin, let the seeing warriors, once again back thousands.

A small number of warriors who are not high-level, even the appearance of the eyebrows of the body, are burning up.

It can be seen how powerful the power of this palm is, and how powerful the power of the eighteen peaks will erupt.

After seeing the appearance of people in this year, many warriors gave an exclamation. Obviously recognized the identity of this person, I was extremely surprised by the appearance of the other party.

In contrast, Xiao Chen, a palm hit, plain, no wind, no waves, no singular vision.

Chasing this scene, many warriors, secretly shaking their heads, this white youth, afraid of having to suffer.

Only the moon ice cloud knows that Xiao Chen is not doing all the power at all, it really wants to erupt, and the momentum can overwhelm people in a flash.

boom!

At the moment when the palms touched each other, the earth-shattering bang came out, and the surrounding void was distorted. Eighty-eight flame mountain peaks broke out at the same time, and they rushed into a piece, and they kept ringing.

The heat waves in the sky are filled in all directions, and the flames are bent into various shapes, so that the four warriors can't see the specific situation inside.

However, it is not meaningful to them. Few people will think that in this case, the white man can resist.

Such a slap in the face, even if you don't die, you have to be seriously injured. This is the result of blind arrogance. Sometimes you should win the grandson.

Young people, the edge is not too strong, subject to aggrieved, can not suppress temper, the best example.

Hey!

Suddenly, in the space of the flames, there was a sound of a clear knife, like a pleasing sound of the piano, resounding between the heavens and the earth.

The endless heat wave was swept away by a little bit of a knife-like knife.

The distorted space restores calm and the flames disappear, giving an unobstructed view of the opposite.

I saw the two people who touched each other, and they even made a big fight. Xiao Chen, who did not use any martial arts, did not retreat in half a step.

The two are still in the same position, and the two palms are facing each other. Under strong pressure, Xiao Chen’s body is still as straight as the peak.

He was in white, not stained, rooted in hair, moving in the wind, like a string, slowly moving, playing a sense of killing.

The Quartet was shocked, no one spoke, and all were shocked and stunned. Even the person in charge of Tiandinglou could not help but move.

It is not because of the great fighting power that Xiao Chen has shown, but such a martial art that has never been heard before.

One person turned out to be his own clothes, turn his hair, and turn each part of his own into a knife.

"What is the origin of this white man, the descendants of the Black Sea thief Jiang Heng, did not even defeat him."

"There is still this martial art. I have never seen anyone make it. How to make it, there is no knife, it is God."

"I have never heard of it. It seems that no one has ever played this way since ancient times. It has completely created another situation."

"Really god, there are thousands of knives, but I have never seen such a knife."

The sound of strange noises sounded, everyone felt incredible, subverting the common sense in their own cognition.

Yue Bingyun did not dare to surprise this, just heard the identity of young people, and some accidentally looked at the past.

This young man, who is arrogant and arrogant, turned out to be Jiang Feng, the descendant of the 13th thief of the Black Sea. Jiang Heng ranked third among the 13 thieves and was an extremely powerful king.

The name of the flame king, the vertical sea and the five seas of the sea, is a well-deserved big man, the strength of the sky, unfathomable.

Jiang Feng's face flashed a trace of horror, did not expect, in this black water city, casually shot, he encountered a sly character.

Even in the dark city where the clouds are like clouds, the quasi-emperor dare not use martial arts, and catching his flames will not exceed ten.

Blackwater City actually appeared such a person, and is still a young man who is almost the same age as him.

"It's a bit of a skill, but I can bear this point. In front of me, I don't think enough, give me back!"

Angrily screamed, Jiang Feng’s body slammed a black flame, and the whole person’s momentum was infinitely high.

The power of the heavens and the earth is surging, turning into an endless stream of flame energy, like a wave, and a layer of layers along the palm of the hand, rushing toward Xiao Chen.

Many people across him can feel the flame energy of that wave higher than a wave. The heat wave hits people and has to fly back again.

Xiao Chen did not move, let the heat wave hit, did not mean to retreat.

In the sea of ​​knowledge, the soul of the sword and the will of the Thunder are merged, and the mind is moving, and it immediately erupts. Xiao Chen jumped out of the purple thunder, and there was a sharp and unparalleled sword in the thunder.

Thunder and the knife, the perfect fusion and entanglement, there is still a wave of flame energy higher than the other wave, and the explosion continues.

Xiao Chen only used the thunder and the soul of the sword, and matched his own innocent knife, and blocked the flame energy of the other side of the sky.

Some cards are not used.

Time passed by, and everyone found that the atmosphere was a little wrong. It was just a simple one, and the two actually got together.

The person in charge of Tianding Building, slightly frowning, so that the fight is going down, fearing that the result of both losses will be extremely unfavorable for the auction.

At the same time, a subtle voice came from the ear. It was the helm of the Tianding Building. He wanted him to shoot and end the fight.

Without hesitation, this person took a shot and the palm of the hand was divided into two halves, killing Xiao Chen and Jiang Feng.

With the realm of his emperor's perfection, the two of the two fights have reached this point, and they have to retreat without retreating.

Jiang Feng cursed, but he couldn't help it. At this time, he couldn't be distracted to pick up this palm.

The figure flashed, and when the palm of the hand hit, the body flew back and the people swung in the air for several laps before they stood firm.

The person in charge of Tianding Building, a smile of satisfaction, but the smile has not yet solidified, they will see Xiao Chen face this palm without retreating.

The left hand, which has been hanging down, suddenly lifted up, and vacated the back of the moon, like a flame, burning like a flame.

Writing pride, copying blood.

This palm wave is only a feeling of tidal, bloody, like a drink of spirits, dripping.

The person in charge of Tianding Building, with the half-handedness of the great perfection of the emperor, was suddenly broken by Xiao Chen.

To know the state of Xiao Chen, I just finished the battle with Jiang Feng. I didn’t have a little roundabout and rest. I lifted my hand and killed my attack.

In such a scene, many people who saw it were straight.

A pull-out madness, a half-step has not moved, and its fight with Jiang Feng, who won the game, at a glance, obvious.

The gust of wind stopped, the clothes and shirts slowly fell, and the swords floating between the heavens and the earth also stopped.

Xiao Chen held his hand on his face, and he felt a sense of unspeakable pride.

"You are very lucky, just the palm of your hand, it was originally prepared for you."

Jiang Feng, who was stopped and hanged, said coldly, and Xiao Chen turned to ignore the person and walked toward the Iron Man.