Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"There are people who have lost each other. This is the first few."

"With Yunping and Yan Shaoxuan already ten, these guys who are playing today are too strong."

"Yeah, our roads have been touched, damn, it is very difficult to win 60 games in this way."

In a field fight, except for some warriors who still have no cards, the other leaders are mostly miserable.

Even ten victories did not win, and some even lost and lost, losing 18 games.

The atmosphere at the scene became even more frightening.

The old man in the gray robe is expressionless: "On the 56th, it will be awkward."

The wind swayed gently, and the figure floated on the glade field, arching his hand to the square: "Tianjianmen set the wind and advised you."

"The wind has finally come up, don't lose, but I have pressed five or six thousand without a middle-level Lingshi on him."

"Me too, don't be like Yu Shaoxuan, otherwise you can't cry when you cry."

"It shouldn't be, Tianmen Yujian, there is no obvious certainty, let alone master the skill of using Qi as a sword."

Looking at the debut of the wind, there was a large-scale discussion on the audience. After all, the people who bet on him could have more than the Shaoxuan.

boom!

A middle-aged warrior wearing a armor, steadily fell on the ground, and made a move, suddenly flying three slap-up tower shields to fly quickly around the body.

"Mo Yan, come to teach you a good move."

The wind looked at the three small tower shields, frowning slightly, looking at the breath on the shield, seems to be a defensive secret of the middle.

Take the gas as a sword!

Let's try it out first, and let the wind sip a light sigh. There are eighteen squirts behind the air, and the **** are close together and slamming forward.

Dangdang!

A ping-pong sound, the three slap-and-shoulder shields, flying up and down, left and right, all the swords are blocked in the body of Mo Yan body one meter away.

The wind and the sigh of the wind are so heavy that I can't help but speed up the speed again, and the angle of the sword is getting more and more smashed, but the shield seems to automatically sense the danger.

No matter where the air sword flies, the top, the left side, the right side, or the cornering, can block the fierce sword at the last moment.

"Since I can't find the gap, give me a gap, use the gas as a sword, and!" Long-term attack, the wind can not help but move the real fire.

The turbulent sword meaning, from the body of the wind to the nine squats, there are countless swords in the air, bringing a burst of wind, frantic dance.

Eighteen swords, and one for one, toward Mo Yan, straight away.

Hey!

Mo Yan’s heart moved, and one of the big slap-up tower shields instantly became two meters high, more than one meter wide, and blocked the entire body.

The gas sword stabbed above the tower shield, and when it was sounded, a line of Mars was shot, and the sword of the dragonfly swayed.

Mo Yan, one meter behind the tower shield, had her hands printed, and the expression on her face was not easy. The soles of the feet were firmly grasped on the ground.

Screaming!

The sword is soaring, like a river running, attached to the gas sword, the wind is commanding the gas sword over and over again, and slamming toward the tower shield.

Every time it hits, it provokes a gust of wind in the air, and the sword screams above the wind.

The powerful sword meaning is like the essence. As the wind wants to integrate, it seems to want to invade Mo Yan's body.

But they were blocked by two other big palm shields.

"It's a bit interesting, isn't it broken? Killing the mood, blending!"

The wind and the wind slammed, and the gas sword suddenly became bright red, and the smell of killing spread quickly across the field.

For a moment, the air has become solidified, and the wind has swayed the momentum of the whole person, and once again pulled up a grade.

boom!

The red blood sword, the thorns of the thorns to the tower shield, a loud noise came, Mo Yan attached to the shield, was directly hit a hundred meters.

boom!

After landing, the power of the sword was transmitted to the ground, and suddenly a huge deep pit was blasted. Although Mo Yan’s face was pale, it still had no serious problems.

Gao Yangyu looked at all of this and smiled faintly: "It's useless. Generally, the intermediate secret treasure can't stop your sword. It can match the special secrets of Mo's family. If you want to break open, it's hard to go to heaven."

Looking at the battlefield that was stuck in a stalemate, many of the audience outside the stadium began to raise their hearts.

Even at that time, I heard the drums that were so intense, and I felt very irritated at the moment.

Hey!

The wind and the smashing of all kinds of killings, one by one, the violent storms of Mo Yan kept retreating, the horrible swords filled the field.

Let the power of each sword increase by 20%, but it is like a turtle's defense.

The three shields danced up and down, changing back and forth between the sizes, and blocking the tactics of the wind.

Rubbing!

The long sword returned to the sheath, and the wind sighed slightly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He sighed: "But you go down, this is even a tie."

He has been attacking for two consecutive hours, but the defense of the other side is really amazing. After so much grinding, the energy consumption is too much, and the following 17 battles must be abandoned.

Had to helplessly choose a draw, this person is to catch their swordsmanship, and it is really difficult to deal with.

Hahahaha!

Above the high tower, Gao Yangyu laughed very loudly, and after the words of the wind, he re-accounted for more than six million intermediate Lingshi.

"Congratulations to the city owner, and re-accounted for six million intermediate Lingshi." Several old people got up and congratulated.

Gao Yangyu’s smile on his face can’t stop the joy and the temperament: “The next one is the winning streak. It’s like Jiang Zimo, what is his bet amount?”

"There are fewer than the wind, but there are also three million."

Gao Yangyu Shen Sheng said: "There is no such thing as a god, but it is a bit difficult to deal with, but it should be no problem to spend more resources on wheel warfare."

The end of the windy streak ended, but the next seventeen games ended with a total victory, winning a total of 63 victories.

In this way, regardless of the outcome of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the qualifications for the first round of the show, the wind is the first to get the hand.

The audience on the court is a pity. If the first game is not a draw, he is probably the one who broke the 60-game winning streak.

The sound of screaming in the field is even more sensational than the last defeat of 裴少轩, because there are so many people who buy the wind.

As a result, he did not even win the 50-game winning streak, and fell directly to the forty-seven games, so that the bet can be said to be bloodless.

When the wind was passing by Jiang Zimo, he said: "The sixty-game winning streak will be yours. Your ability to endure is enough to make you laugh."

Jiang Zimo shook his head and smiled. "Difficult, I have no magic, winning lasting, and losing is lasting."

After a few battles, Jiang Zi Mo Shi’s debut, his first opponent, is a 100-year-old who is extremely energetic.

Jiang Zimo sensed the breath of this person, and his heart sank slightly. His greatest advantage is that each palm can have 10% power, but only 10% of it is consumed.

Therefore, the average person, in the battle against it, if he is fully committed, not a small moment, he will be exhausted by his vitality, but he is still full of vitality.

This is the strangeness of the incomprehensible power, one of the only three primary steps of the Wan Yao Palace.

I don’t know if this old man who has lived for a long time is in trouble.

The tempering of a long time, the other party may be worse, but it will never be bad.

Hey!

After the ceremony, the two immediately rushed to a group, hard to hit, you come to me, fear is all-powerful.

The strength of the powerful, stirring in the field, every collision of the palm of the hand, will explode a huge deep pit in the arena.

The violent roar of the roar, not only the ear, even the sound of the drums of the heavens, all pressed down.

The two are so tirelessly fighting, the eruption of the two sides is quite powerful, and whoever consumes the first thing.

After a thousand strokes, the big battlefield was beaten by the aftermath of the two battles, and there was no perfect place.

The old man's face gradually became pale, and the power was a bit weak.

Jiang Zimo, but still his face is not red and not breathing, can not see the slightest change, the air of the palm of the hand creaking, the power is not seen to weaken.

boom!

The two men once again had a pair of hands. This time, it was not quite the same. The old man was directly removed by the earthquake for a few dozen steps. Jiang Zimo only slightly retreated three steps.

"Can't you hold it anymore, come back!"

Jiang Zimo smiled lightly, flying in front of him, and a palm was printed on the chest of the old man.

The palm of the hand is still sharp, the power is not seen at all, and the spurt of the old man is defeated.

The second game continued, and the result was another old man who was over a hundred years old. Jiang Zimo smiled and screamed with a thousand strokes.

The other party was exhausted and finally could not keep up with the power of Jiang Zimo, and was defeated by one of his moves.

The third game continued. The old man who was over a hundred years old was very deep and breathable. At first glance, he knew that it was a kind of martial fighter.

Jiang Zimo once again fought with him for more than a thousand strokes, and the other party could not keep up, and was defeated by Jiang Zimo again.

The fourth game continued, and the old one was over a hundred years old.

Jiang Zimo looked at the face with a relaxed look, and his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was depressed to the extreme.

Although I have already expected that the other party will find a lot of powerful fighters, they will fight with themselves.

However, Jiang Zimo did not expect that Gao Yangyu would be so disgusting. Even the old guys who are looking for hundreds of years old will have to pay thousands of moves every time they fight.

Nothing is so powerful, so you have to live alive and exhausted.

Some helpless pendulum, Jiang Zimo said: "You go on, this time I admit defeat."

The old man sighed with a slight sigh of relief and smiled: "Thank you for your friend, an old bone, and it’s harder to fight with thousands of younger than you."

Forty-nine consecutive games, Jiang Zimo did not have a 50-game winning streak, and there was another mourning voice on the field.

As long as you have played 50 games, you can get a little money.

However, the rate is a little smaller. Who knows that Jiang Zimo is so close, but he still has not passed this step.

Then Mu Xinya debuted, and everyone’s heart rekindled the last hope. Mu Xinya and Jiang Zimo were in the same name. Maybe she could get 50 games or even 60 games in a row.

But Mu Wang Ya did not want to use it, and Sirius Wang left the power, which would make her weak for a long time.

In the end, he also lost. Gao Yangyu’s attack, he stopped forty-eight consecutive games.

Hey!

In the big audience, with the defeat of Mu Xinya, thousands of people sighed with sighs. "Fifty-game winning streak, no one broke through, let alone talk about 60 games. This is a thorough **** book. No return."