Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Chasing or not chasing?

Xiao Chen only hesitated for a second, and made a decision to chase!

Under the **** month, Xiao Chen rises up, the real soul, three kinds of avenues, and this moment, without reservation, all released.

Nothing is the way to be a knife!

The path of the ice, the way of the thunder, are all included in the lack of knives and derived.

Under the huge **** month, Xiao Chen was dressed in white, holding a knife, and dancing under the moon.

At this moment, Xiao Chen is like a flower bud bathed in the moonlight. In the next moment, the petals are opened, the endless knives burst, and the innumerable visions continue to appear at the same time.

Let the **** moon in the sky eclipse instantly.

A knife light, Xiao Chen body burst out, or three thousand green silk, or a white shirt, this moment can be a knife.

Hey!

Thousands of knives, and under the **** moon, burst out.

A **** line was smashed, and in the cold night, there was a scream of resentment.

The Shadow of the Shadows, the **** martial arts royal family can master the secrets of escape, at this moment, it is violently cracked by Xiao Chen in the most intense way.

If you have more avatars, I have a knife and throw out thousands of knives and break! broken! broken!

The entire nine thousand blood lines were cut off by Xiao Chen, when only the last ten were left. The blood line was close together, and the middle-aged man who had not escaped from the blood-coating of Qingshan Town, spit out a blood, pale face, and was broken.

When he does not show up, he will be destroyed by Xiao Chen, and even the body does not exist.

"Come out?"

Xiao Chen’s mouth was slightly tilted, showing a smile, and the knife in his hand threw it out.

Screaming!

The **** are four feet wide and the straight knife of the blade is constantly rotating toward the middle-aged people.

The purple blade, with moonlight, brings a gust of wind and roars away.

It is not fast to fly the knife. According to common sense, the blood shadow people avoid the past and more than enough.

Can be **** middle-aged people, face like dead gray, eyes helpless.

The desperate discovery, the general trend carried in the knife, has already suppressed it, like a mountain pressing itself.

No, it’s more terrible than pressing the mountain.

In the mountains of the hustle and bustle, in front of the middle-aged people in the blood coat, they are all vulnerable and can be smashed with a punch.

The tyrannical knife carries the momentum, and the edge is unparalleled, and his own residual momentum is smashed without mercy. The trend of its own, like Wang Yang, with a continuous endless force, completely suppress him.

He could only watch it with his eyes, and the tyrants flew toward him a little bit, without any resistance.

The grand adult king, so fallen, the **** middle-aged people feel a trace of sadness.

Below, some looked at Qin Zhuolin, woke up, and said: "Xiao Chen, this person can not kill first!"

Hey!

With the body shape of Qin Zhuolin, this should be the shadow of the middle-aged human body, directly smashed the knife.

Just put it into his chest, sputter a blood, and nail it to the ground.

Gently landing, Xiao Chen looked at Sang and Qin Zhuolin, a few people look at each other, the heart is full of emotion.

"Sang has always said that you are fine. I am finally convinced. If you look at your strength, I don't have to worry about it."

Qin Zhuolin is really relieved. For four years, he has been blaming himself many times.

Now that Xiao Chen appears, crushing the big adult king, it will certainly yield a great opportunity.

It is inevitable that it will be blessed in disguise, but it will be inevitable.

Mulberry pointed to the front: "I will be in the old days, look at this guy, what is it to do."

"Ok."

Xiao Chen nodded, and the three toes tapped, and several ups and downs came to the middle of the blood suit.

Seeing the middle-aged man in the blood coat who was nailed to the ground by the tyrants, Xiao Chen felt a bit gratified.

Just before the **** month, dancing with a knife seems to be easy.

In fact, Xiao Chen has done his best, and there is no reservation.

If this is the case, it is impossible to retain the middle-aged man in the blood coat. After four years of hard work, it is really a white repair.

The reason why I finally turned into a knife-free knife was because Xiao Chen found that his knife had defects.

Some things that I didn’t care about and lost, became his embarrassment.

It is necessary to make up for this silk defect, and it is possible to promote the knives of the knife to the road.

Otherwise, it is possible that all beings will stop.

"Qin brother, why can't this person kill?" Xiao Chen whispered.

Qin Zhuolin explained: "He is a member of the Emperor of the Blood War Dynasty. The blood martial dynasty cannot easily offend. It is a terrible force than the Six Devils."

The Emperor Wuwu dictated under the Central World, commanding the magical forces of the world, and arguing against the three great empires and the eight great empires.

How strong is its strength, and with this alone, you can see one or two.

However, Xiao Chen knew it beforehand and smiled. "It turned out that I knew it before I came. He is the person of the Eight Emperors. However, it is obviously just abandoning the child. Otherwise, he will not give him the crime of offending the Taoyuan Emperor." To do it. If you kill it, you will kill it. There is no value."

The middle-aged man in the blood coat who has been listening carefully has been shocked.

It’s about life and death, not in a hurry, and quickly: "Don’t kill me, I’m the confidant of the Eight Emperors, and leave me a life. The Eight Emperors will definitely come to save me. By then, you can benefit from the Eight Emperors."

Xiao Chen stepped forward and took out the knife. The middle-aged man in the **** clothes was screaming.

"Qin brother, what do you think?"

Qin Zhuolin thought for a moment: "Since the Eight Emperors sent him, if he died, the Eight Emperors will certainly be able to guess that we are moving hands. Anyway, they will offend the Eight Emperors, it is better to leave him a life, let the Eight Emperors Taking a price to take him away is also a waste."

Xiao Chen thinks about it too. The Eight Emperors want a small dust, and he will not give him anyway.

If you kill the other party, you will offend the eight emperors. Qin Zhuolin is right.

Just use the waste.

The middle-aged man in the blood coat heard that he wanted to vomit blood. What is the use of waste? He was a great adult king, and he was treated as a waste to survive.

Damn, don't give me a chance, I will definitely give you ten times.

I can think about it, the white man in front of me, I realized the combination of Lingwu at a young age.

With the strength of a small adult king, you can defeat yourself. In the future, there will be opportunities for revenge.

These strengths are no less inferior to the eight emperors.

"What do you want?"

Xiao Chen saw this middle-aged man in blood, fell to the ground, and his eyes were still turning around. The scabbard was shot on the other side's face, and then quickly left a seal in the other's body, limiting its soul and real elements, and completely turning it into a waste.

The middle-aged man in the blood coat screamed, his pain was unclear, and he quickly accepted his thoughts, not thinking about it.

"First shut it up and pass on the news that he was arrested to the Eight Emperors of the Blood War Dynasty. If the other party does not come within half a month, he will kill directly."

Xiao Chen said a random sentence, it is the fate of the middle-aged person in the blood coat.

For half a month, this is impossible!

The middle-aged man in the blood coat heard what he wanted to say. When he didn't have time to speak, he was stunned by Sang Yizhang.

Qin Zhuolin said: "Xiao Chen, you seem to know why these two people come?"

Xiao Chen nodded: "They are for the body of the yin, the magical power of the eight emperors to practice, the need for a large number of young girls, to the body of the Yin is a flawless temptation for him."

"The body of the yin? This can be somewhat difficult. If there is no big force to take over, sooner or later, something will happen, you and I can't keep him." Qin Zhuolin heard the words, slightly surprised, said seriously.

"Nothing, I already thought about how to arrange it."

"You think about it, tell us about how you have been through these four years." Qin Zhuolin asked curiously.

Xiao Chen showed a sigh of emotion: "The experience of these four years is hard to say."

It’s true that it’s hard to say a word. Two years of being poisoned by two poisonous tongues, you’ll die.

I almost lost the heart of the martial arts, and it is a memory that I can’t forget for a lifetime.

In the last two years, I was able to catch up and the confidence of the heart of the martial arts was only found back.

Among them, Xiao Chen hidden some Qinglong ancient city and the Golden Legion, only talked about the black and white eggs and the palace left by his master.

"Ha ha ha, there is such a ridiculous embarrassment, there is a chance to see something."

Qin Zhuolin laughed after listening and couldn't help but say.

After talking to dawn, the two talents each retired and let Xiao Chen rest alone.

In four years, there is always a free time to relax.

Xiao Chen did not really rest, spend this time in his storage ring, looking for the secret treasure that Long Ling said.

There are messy things in the storage ring, and everything is there. There are a lot of things in the Kunlun world, and even more after the big world.

After sorting out, Xiao Chen actually found some treasures that had not been noticed before.

Although it is useless to him, it can be sold as a revenue.

What is lacking now is resources, and one is a sum.

What I really want to find, searching for more than two hours, but nothing.

In the end, what secret treasure can help me display the reincarnation?

Just in Xiao Chen, when there was some irritability, a simple bronze mirror was turned over by him.

Xiao Chen’s eyes are bright, Sansheng mirror?