Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Entering the second floor, the air hovering is still a mysterious soldier, but there are already some treasures mixed in it.

Xiao Chen did not look at it, and directly jumped into the third floor. The third floor of the Bao Bing began to occupy the majority, a small amount of doping some Xuan Bing.

On the fourth floor, almost all of them are treasures, and each one is a good treasure, but the top treasures are still not much.

On the fifth floor, all of them are top-level treasures, but only a few people are sparse and sparse.

I want to come to Ling Yu just found the short sword on the fifth floor, was besieged, ran all the way to the first floor, leading away most of the military.

The arrival of Xiao Chen immediately caused the attention of five or six people present, stopped accepting the soldiers, and watched him with vigilance.

Conquering the treasures is a rather difficult process and even dangerous.

The most taboo is the sneak attack, and the arrival of every outsider will make the people who are conquering the soldiers be careful.

To find out that Xiao Chen did not show signs, other talents began to accept these top soldiers, and their faces were quite focused and strenuous.

In addition to the prohibition of the Wanbing Building itself, every good soldier has its own temper. If you don't have a chance, you want to force your service, which is especially difficult.

It's like taming a horse. It's not as easy as you think. If you run into a bad temper, you may even hurt yourself.

For example, the one who conquered a sword, the sword in the air, flying around, in this huge pressure of the Wanbing Building, moving freely, very ingenious.

A Confucian scholar who led the day to the mountain, struggling to catch up in the back, accidentally turned the sword and turned.

The scabbard smashed into his abdomen, and he fell to the ground with pain, and the five senses were only squeezed together.

This is still quite good. Sometimes the sword is squirted out, which stimulates a sword and can be lost.

There is no soldier's blade in the Wanbing Building. It is a fierce and fierce horse. It is a natural horse farm.

They can, run freely, and the warriors who come here are subject to many restrictions.

Observing some time, Xiao Chen had a general understanding of how to accept the soldiers, and then walked toward the sixth floor.

When I got the direction, some people suddenly showed a surprised look.

"Friends, go to the next level, there will be Tao soldiers. The pressure inside is even greater, one is not careful, it will really die."

The Confucian who was lying on the ground and rested, see Xiao Chen going to the sixth floor, kindly reminded.

Xiao Chen nodded and said: "Thank you."

When the voice fell, he looked at the sword that Confucian pursued before, his eyes condensed, and his hand reached for a fierce grip.

A knife that is overbearing, exploding from his body, and inhaling the joyful sword.

Hey!

The blade suddenly trembled, like a wild horse, trying to break away from Xiao Chen’s hand.

A huge force came out, Xiao Chen looked dignified, palm grip, but it did not loosen at all.

"Be careful, you can't be so pretty!"

The Confucian scholars on the ground saw this scene, but their faces changed greatly. The other warriors who were conquering the treasures were all shocked.

Between hurriedly, they have to withdraw and gather together, each of which spreads the true yuan shield and makes a defensive posture.

Hey!

The sword is automatically unsheathed, and the sword is one inch high. The glare is glaring, and the swordsmanship is stunned.

A slap in the air, nowhere to stab the eyes of Xiao Chen, so within a short distance, there is no possibility to avoid.

Xiao Chen's left hand fiercely clipped, Jiuxing Yuan Dan, the real yuan moved.

Between the two fingers, the invisible sword, caught by his hard life, turned into a tangible sword, only from his face, less than half an inch.

Loose hands, swordsmanship is like an ice cube, shattered, Xiao Chen left hand forward.

Against the hilt, the entire sword was shot directly to the ground, and the scabbard was placed one inch into the ground, but it was no longer shaken.

Xiao Chen waved, and the sword fell to the Confucian scholar: "Send you."

Trying to try, let Xiao Chen personally feel a lot of service, and prepare for the next conquest of the soldiers.

"Thank you, thank you... thank you!"

The Confucian was amazed by the words, and did not expect that happiness came so suddenly, and did not expect that Xiao Chen would easily accept this squad.

Killing the sixth floor, Xiao Chen obviously felt the pressure increased greatly. His feet were like lead, and he was struggling to walk. He had to consume the real yuan from time to time to resist this ghost pressure.

In the sixth floor, almost all of them are Tao soldiers. Even if they are not Tao soldiers, they are also like the soldiers of the Moyun sword.

In the middle of the building, there are only more than 20 people, making the hall a little empty.

Everyone is seriously accepting the Taoist soldiers in their own fancy, and has no time to take care of others. Even Xiao Chen came in, but he only glanced a little.

In this environment, it is already difficult enough to conquer the Taoist soldiers. No matter what is irrelevant, no one will be willing to be distracted.

Of course, if you really conquer a Taoist soldier, then these people will always pay attention to you as always, and suddenly they will all do it to you.

Bloody smell...

Xiao Chen slightly frowned, his eyes swept away, and suddenly found two bodies.

There is only one scar on the body, the stab is the key, one blow is fatal, the other is dead and miserable, and the injury on the body is obviously caused by a combined attack.

But these two bodies are lying here, but others are ignoring them, looking indifferent, and making people feel inexplicably chilly.

The value of the Taoist soldiers... has made these famous disciples completely disregard human nature.

Xiao Chen is not strange, look around and look for his own Taoist soldiers.

This layer has a total of three handles, the shape is different.

Daowei is a powerful force, but Xiao Chen feels a pity, not all the swords that he can use.

Regarding the knife, Xiao Chen has no intuitive requirements, just a little, fate!

The one who can make one look at the other, the strong desire in his heart, is the blade of his own.

One of them seems to have sensed Xiao Chen’s gaze, and he flew directly to him.

It was a thick-backed knife-shaped road soldier. A thick and heavy attack came. This knife must be overbearing, brave and brave, and open and close.

Xiao Chen smiled a little, and he realized the power of the knife road, but it was quite interesting.

The Taoist chooses the Lord, and any swordsman will be happy when he sees this scene.

Whether he needs it or not, he can be recognized and who is not happy.

Hey!

Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt a cold gaze coming from him. He saw that the dozens of true disciples who were conquering the Taoist soldiers all stopped their hands and looked at him with cold eyes.

The true disciple who dares to be here is not the two people who went to the previous floor, not to mention the Huayun style that is comparable to the original door, but at least it will be at least the level of Zhen Xuan.

All of a sudden, being stared at by more than a dozen such elite disciples, Xiao Chen felt a little pressure.

One of them, he can feel, and the blood of the wild people, repaired to reach the late Yuanyuandan.

"Your Fuyuan is really good, Tian Xuanzong Gongzi ink, I have seen you in Yu Leifeng!"

The man came out, his face without a smile, and looked coldly at Xiao Chen.

Tian Xuanzong son ink?

Xiao Chen listened to some familiarity. After a moment, I recalled that it was the chief disciple of Tian Xuanzong.

Although Tian Xuanzong is a three-pronged sect in Dongxuan Mountain, it may become a chief truth-telling disciple. It is obviously not a vain name.

Into the demon battlefield, Ling Yu told himself some people to pay attention to, among them there is this son ink.

Xiao Chen face does not change color, a touch of the road: "Fortunately, you do not have to misunderstand, I will not take this knife, please rest assured."

More than one thing is not as good as one. Xiao Chen’s goal is the highest seven floors of the Wanbing Building. I don’t want to go in before, and I’m not involved in some battles.

"Oh, you give up and give up? The wheel is coming to you? Accept this knife and give it to us, otherwise... don't want to go out alive."

This son ink does not give any face to Xiao Chen, faint road: "The demon battlefield, everything speaks by strength, here is not Royal Thunder, don't give me any heart."

Xiao Chen smiled lightly: "Do you want it? Then give it to you!"

The mind was moved, the soldiers on the ground, and the feeling of Xiao Chen’s killing, and the past to the son.

Nine stars Yuan Dan, light up six stars!

At the same time, the real yuan, as well as the power of the knife road, into the knife out of thin air.

Hey!

The Daoguang Guanghua was bright, and the son of the ink changed his face, forcibly catching the knife. In this dazzling, stressful sixth floor, the scene was hit and flew out, and a corner of the mouth overflowed with a trace of blood.

"It's a pity that you can't take it..."

Xiao Chen disdainfully smiles, revealing a hint of ridicule, how powerful the Daobing is, and with his own power of the true yuan and the avenue, the power is even greater.

In the face of a Taoist soldier who has made a deal with himself, he dares to speak threats in front of him.