Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Buddhism, the law of heaven and earth.

Xiao Chen's body, gently swaying, blinking into a giant with a height of a thousand feet.

The situation reversed instantly, and Xiao Chen did not hesitate to kick a kick. This foot flies, is a mountain peak, vacated and vacated.

With Wei Li, the sword has already seen a trace of flaws, and Wu Jin Zun, who can't change direction, flies on the spot.

Hey!

The strength of the road, let Wu Jin Zun, snorted, spit out a blood on the spot.

The whole person, in total, could not resist the rolling in the air and quickly flew toward the rear.

"Fomen's Secrets? This kid, really is the leader of the Central World, and cares."

Wu Jin's sages have seen a lot of knowledge, and Xiao Chen, who has become huge, quickly understood the way of Xiao Chen's tricks.

But at this moment, there is nothing too good to counterattack opportunities, and Xiao Chen’s opportunity to display magical powers is really accurate.

First use two strokes to fight hard with Wu Jin Zun, at any cost, let his sword appear flawed.

Then, in Wujin Zun, when the move is old and can't be changed, the magical power is applied in an instant, and the Wujin Zun is caught off guard.

However, his heart is still very calm, and this magical power can't last long.

When the duration is over, it is the time of Xiao Chen.

He will not give Xiao Chen any chance.

No shortage of knife method, dragon style!

There are still three seconds in the world of law, and Xiao Chen uses this short three seconds to display the most overwhelming trick of the knife-free method.

A pair of blue dragon shadows emerged, and Xiao Chen’s knife was smashed, and the real dragon that was borrowed was amazing.

"Dragon martial arts?"

Wu Jin Zun is somewhat confused. This trick has a clear trace of the dragon martial arts. What kind of identity Xiao Chen has in the end makes him suddenly confused.

Eyeliner, but not confused, Xiao Chen this knife has fallen.

There is still the strength of Xiao Chen’s foot on his body, which is very passive.

Between the electric and the Flint, Wu Jin Zun also broke out with all his strength. He was not in a hurry. Now he is spinning around in the air, and the residual force on his body is removed.

In the hands of the broad sword, a half circle of the round, facing the knife light that Xiao Chen fell, struggling with a stab.

In an instant, there was a golden light on the broad sword, which brightened the night.

On the body of Wujin Zun, there is a **** heroic spirit, like a general on the battlefield, standing in the ranks of thousands of horses, thousands of people attacked, no courage to change color.

It can be seen that the kendo is cultivated as the sergeant of the deep sword general.

This move, named Jianjiang Dingjiangshan, is also the famous martial arts of the sword general.

Under the rush of Wu Jin Zun, the exhibition, although only the usual 50% power, is also full of momentum and convincing.

clang!

The sword touched, relying on pre-emptive strikes, and Shentong blessing, Xiao Chen this knife took advantage. Get rid of the gap in the cultivation, and cut the Wujin Supreme in the air.

Yes, just so.

I thought that the law and the world, at least Xiao Chen, who could make Wu Jin Zun's shackles, was disappointed.

"Liu deputy, actually injured."

"A sword has been set, but it has also been broken."

In the rear, a few gold armored warriors, but their faces changed greatly. Xiao Chen was only half-step Yuan Dan’s repair, which is what is against the sky.

"It's here!"

Wu Jin Zun in the air, steady the body, dry the blood stains of the corners of the mouth, looking at the body of the recovery of Xiao Chen, said coldly, the sword again killed.

When he moves, it is like having thousands of troops, and then moving, causing great oppression.

The rumble of the thunder, the sound of horseshoes, the sound of the drums, and the **** soldiers who have been killed.

Xiao Chen is calm and calm, and at this point he has given up any ideas.

This is the most dedicated battle he has ever played since he entered the world, and he is also the strongest and most horrible opponent.

Let him be excited, let him feel admire, a respectful opponent.

The power of the boulevard spread out behind him. Xiao Chen’s eyes were as calm as the autumn water, and the Wu Jin Zun, who was quickly killed, was clear in his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes glanced, and in the picture, everything in the world did not exist, but only the appearance of Wu Jin Zun.

Dragon Blood breaks the soul!

Target lock, decisive shot, the power from the soul was drawn, and Xiao Chen pointed out.

The fingertips burst into red blood, a beam of blood, so through the horrible sword of Wujin Zun, the end of the sword into the eyebrows.

The soul of the martial arts, ignoring physical defense.

With a thousand troops, the heroic and dry clouds, and the violently rushing Wujin Zun, suddenly stopped.

The blood of light passed through his knowledge of the sea and went deep into his soul. A force exploded, and the power of his soul suddenly dissipated.

"The soul of the martial arts, the soul of the martial arts ..."

Wu Jin Zun's heart suddenly became cold, and did not expect that Xiao Chen would have such a card. This is not a means for people in the sea of ​​clouds to use, how can it be...

In the air, Xiao Chen is not greedy. He knows this finger and can't kill Wu Jin Zun.

It is impossible to even seriously hurt the other side. The existence of Da Yuandan’s peak has already touched a trace of soul. The dragon blood breaks the soul, and on them, it does not achieve the maximum effect.

All the time, Xiao Chen is doing the worst, putting more pressure on himself.

Only under a lot of pressure can we not have any slack in order to have the chance to win.

Dragging the tired body, Xiao Chen’s eyes flashed a glimmer of light, biting his teeth and roaring.

The palm of the hand shot a three-color Thunder Dragon, with the Qinglong Shenwei as the essence, as well as the violent thunder and the cold chill, rushing toward the Wujin Zun.

Hey!

The Ujin Supreme, who had just recovered a trace of color in his eyes, was too late to respond and was greeted by blood and blood. This murderous murder of the morning, for the hard hit.

The power of ice and thunder, intertwined with each other, let the two forces surpass their respective limits and burst into madness.

Wu Jin Zun, spit out a blood, and was knocked out again.

This time, Wu Jin Zun, the heroic spirit of his body, apparently did not have the previous violent. His mistakes, mistakes, and his own momentum, fell to the bottom.

Every time, there is no real injury, and it can be accumulated again and again. Wu Jin Zun, but it is a little bit too much to eat, his heart is hurting, his soul is suffering, his body is cold, and the lightning is not scattered.

There is still the power of a battle, he is confident, just a move. No... just half a move, just let him approach Xiao Chen, only half a stroke, you can lose Xiao Chen.

In fact, this is true. Without the cards, Xiao Chen couldn’t really catch him with a move.

At the beginning of the sword fell, Xiao Chen used two strokes, but failed to resolve, just to make his sword show a flaw.

Only in the world of law, the violence is broken.

Xiao Chen knows his shortcomings, so he never gives Wu Jin Zun to truly take the opportunity to shoot himself.

Now, of course, no exception.

He was dressed in white, like a catkin, a tired body, and a white face, which made him look a little weak. The look of the eyebrows is still stubborn, determined, and never give up.

There is a **** battle flag in the hand, facing the wind and hunting.

In this hunting slogan, Xiao Chen suddenly remembered the last words left by the Red Blood King. My name is red blood, the body of the red iron, the blood of the sea; the half-life is floating, the displacement is over, the invincible in the half, the rampage is unscrupulous.

This body is like a sword, proud of the bones; heart like the sun and the moon, Wan Zai Tonghui; body like a mountain, vertical and horizontal Wanli; the eyes are like stars, the sky has no night; one hand covers the sky, one hand called the emperor.

Suddenly, he suddenly understood, this body is like a sword, proud of the meaning.

Elder Tang said that in the end, he was like a sword, or he was like a mountain. He couldn’t figure it out and felt contradictory.

But Xiao Chen at the moment is laughing, and the two are not at all contradictory.

This body is like a sword, referring to the soul. It is a kind of inner spirit of the Red Blood King. It is the immortal will that is circulated in the blood.

Xiao Chen, who wants to understand, can’t help but laugh, laughter and heroic.

"Your spirit of the soul is like the most noble sword in the world, proud of it, not bent, not forever, the edge is forever, the red blood king, right?"

As if in response to his words, the red blood battle flag suddenly trembled, a **** light, straight into the sky.

Xiao Chen, who is holding the red blood flag, feels the will to live in the world and be undefeated.

Taikoo Demon Soul, 睚眦魔魂, come out.

Xiao Chen’s flag waved, the wind rushed, the demon spirit, inherited this blood, roared, the world changed color.