Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the sky, rolling clouds, endless, low thunder, rumbling rumbling, a small lightning, from time to time to cut through the night sky, the ground is shining.

Xiao Chen looks calm, his right hand is placed on the handle, and the mood of Lei is constantly condensed. The roar of the thunder in the sky is louder and louder, as if there are thousands of horses in the middle, and the horses are roaring.

Endless momentum, wandering back and forth in the back mountain, in the air, the purple airflow visible to the naked eye keeps floating, and the sound of Ziz keeps ringing.

Hollyhock is breaking!

Xiao Chen sighed lightly, and the ancient **** tree hollyhide grew rapidly on the top of the head. When the hollyhock tree was completely grown, Xiao Chen buckled his right hand above the handle and immediately waved.

Hey!

Above the white blade, a beam of light illuminates, and the thunder of the sky is suddenly stopped, silent for half a second.

A thunderous thunder broke out in the sky, a horrible purple lightning, piercing the dark clouds in the sky, tearing the dark night, like a roaring mad dragon descending from the sky.

At this moment, the momentum of Xiao Chen was raised to the peak, as if a detached sword of a scabbard, sharp and swaying, caused by gaze, such as a handle to break open the air.

Bang!

The mood and the knife are finally perfectly combined. The light column above the blade is rapidly elongated, but a blink of an eye.

The mountain peaks in front of the kilometer are swept by the light column, the mountain tip is broken, and the mountains and stones are swaying from the sky.

When the stone touched the beam of light, only a pile of powder was left to be annihilated. It disappeared with the wind and disappeared into the whisker.

clang!

Xiao Chen received the knife and returned to the sheath. The thundercloud above the sky suddenly disappeared, and the sound of thundering stopped. The night is changing again, only the sound of falling rocks is swaying.

Xiao Chen’s face showed a happy smile, muttering: “Two days, I finally completely integrated the hollyhock and the thunder of my mind. This move is enough to disdain the realm of Wu Zun, on the power and The basic martial arts of the heavens are only one line apart."

Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Chen took out an intermediate Lingshi, quickly responding to his strength.

After a while, the energy consumed was immediately filled back, and the vitality in the middle-level Lingshi was not consumed yet. Xiao Chen took advantage of the situation and went directly into the state of cultivation.

The remaining energy in the intermediate Lingshi is merged into the cyclone above Dantian. When the Lingshi is completely consumed, the cyclone slightly increases by a small circle, and the energy that can be accommodated increases again.

Xiao Chen did not rush to get up, but continued to run the purple thunder, and completely absorbed the energy that had just been absorbed into the body and became his own cultivation.

When Zi Lei decided to run a large Sunday, Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the purple light flashed through the pupil.

Xiao Chen got up and looked at the distant horizon. A glimmer of light appeared, and the dawn was coming. He said: "After dawn, there are only five days left. The hollyhock is just blending with the mood, that is, it is really left. The time is only four days."

"For four days, use the three days to practice the eighth trick of the hollyhock knife. For the rest of the day, consolidate and change the screaming roar, so I have three cards."

After taking some simple dry mothers from the Qiankun ring, Xiao Chen began to continue to master the scent of scented sunflowers and the fusion of Lei's artistic conception.

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The vast Lingyun Mountains, which are undulating and undulating, are wide and do not know how many meters, there are many ridiculous peaks, on a very secluded peak.

The mountain is desolate, bare and without any vegetation. Besides stone or stone, Murong rushes his eyes and stands quietly on the mountain.

The mountain is two kilometers high, the wind is surging, and the Murong punches the clothes and encourages the hair to dance.

call out!

Murong Chong opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and restrained, and his hair stopped shaking. The wind is from the side, as if it has penetrated his body and merged with the wind.

"The artistic conception of the wind has finally become great, and my speed can reach the speed of sound in advance, so that the one that has avoided him is 70%."

Murong Chong said faintly, the voice fell, the body flashed in the same place, drifting down the wind, no sound, and between the blink of an eye, it plucked a distance of 500 meters.

The body is flickering towards the foot of the mountain. In the sky, the clouds begin to boil slowly, under the clear skies, and constantly surging.

The clouds were in the air, pulled by an inexplicable force, and began to collide quickly. As the clouds collided, a thunder sounded from nine days.

Hey!

The long knife in Murong Chong’s hand slammed out, and a flash of lightning ran over the clouds. The lightning had not yet landed, and a fierce wind blew in the air.

The lightning brush immediately merged into the squally wind, and the invisible wind suddenly turned purple, forming a purple dragon roll, the electric light flashed in the wind, and thunder.

Murong Chong’s body rose from the ground, and the figure was invisible in the air. Like a cloud moving with the wind, the purple dragon roll behind him followed his erratic figure and moved up and down.

In the past, some countless tall rocks were directly crushed by the purple dragons and turned into dust. They danced with the wind, and the dust was flying like a yellow sand.

Chasing the cloud by electricity!

In the air, the erratic Murong Chong, a light drink, the purple dragon roll changed from a void, turned into a flashing purple auger, along the place pointed by Murong Chongguang, blasted away.

The speed is incredibly fast, almost comparable to the speed of sound, auger consisting of electro-optic, clouds and squally winds. The bang hit a mountain peak, and the mountain tip collapsed immediately, and it was directly crushed into countless powders.

See the clouds!

Murong Chong once again sipped a light, and the figure fell on the ground, and a bright light shone above the blade.

Instantly infinitely pulled into the sky, the rolling clouds are instantly spread by the knife, and the sun is shining, becoming more fierce.

叱咤风云!

Murong Chong suddenly screamed, and the cold-stained blade could not stop shaking.

Behind the wind, the wind rushed, and the endless dust was rolled up. In the sky, the clouds rolled and could not stop, and it reached 18,000 kilometers.

For a time, the winds and clouds, the heavens and the earth discolored, the momentum of Murong Chong, straight into the nine, like the world, the only king. He stood there, a detached sword that was unsheathed, and he could give him a thorough day.

A knife swayed out, the cold light and the bright knife light up, smashing time. The wind stopped, the clouds did not move, and between the heavens and the earth, only the knife was still shining.

Murong Chong's wrist was loose, and the knife light immediately left the blade, forming a knife-like knives, rushing toward the ground.

On the ground, immediately, a pear was stretched out to a width of three feet, and the long gully was ten feet deep. The knife was like a pillar, and it floated for five kilometers before stopping.

Looking at it, the five-kilometer-long gully makes people look at the margins, and the residual atmosphere on the gully remains for a long time. It is dusty, rising from the ground and dancing in the wind.

clang!

Murong rushed to the knife and stood, looking at the endless dust in front, and the horrible gully below, the cold face could not see any expression, the faint road: "Qingyun Jiu Mi, Liu Ruyue will definitely tell Ye Chen, can not be used as The real card."

"Only the concept of the cloud that has already become a big success, and the three styles of its own creation, can be regarded as my true card. Now the artistic conception of the wind has already become great, and the perfect combination of the situation, no one under Wuwang will be my opponent."