Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"five four three two one!"

At the end of the countdown, the participating warriors on all the towers of the ring mountain range, the ancient land, the endless sea, the geniuses of the five empires, moved at the same moment.

Hey!

All kinds of sounds of breaking through the air continued to sound, and went to Fenglong City in the lower central area.

Looking around, in all directions, the young warriors who jumped down, the black pressure on a large piece, the number is full of tens of thousands.

Waiting for three years, day and night to repair, this day, this moment, all the geniuses under this starry sky, have moved.

Xiao Chen did not rush to jump, his eyes looked quietly, the expressions of the excited faces on the faces of the parties, his heart at this moment, as quiet as water.

On the city of Fenglong, the thick clouds of thousands of miles, under the stirring of countless young disciples, kept rolling.

The wind blew, the dark clouds rolled, and there was a faint sound of dragons screaming in the heavy clouds. The sound of the dragon screams, the sound of the sky, the ancient times, the warriors in the stands feel a big meteor.

Seeing the clouds rolling, the weather is swallowing up, and the ancient and solemn atmosphere is filled in the mountains and the air is solidified.

Hey!

Suddenly, in the thick and boundless dark clouds, a small piece was broken, and a dazzling golden light broke through the void and fell straight down.

The city of Fenglong was dark all the year round, but it was not seen in the sky. The thick black clouds had not dispersed for thousands of years. At this moment, there was a golden light falling.

Among the crowd, some people immediately exclaimed: "That is the golden light from the upper Kunlun, the light of God, the last five-nation hegemony can not have such weather."

"It is indeed the light of God. The last time there was such a vision in the prosperous world. It seems that today is indeed a prosperous warrior. The mighty atmosphere of tens of thousands of geniuses has attracted the attention of the upper bounds."

"In the rumors, the top rankings of the five-nation tournament will have the opportunity to leap into the upper realm with the Emperor Wu, and now it is true."

On the four hundred and the dragon pillars, the fierce fight has begun. There are thirty or forty geniuses around a dragon column, and the scene is fierce.

For the four hundred places, everyone has made every effort. Everyone knows what this five-nation hegemony means and misses this opportunity.

In my life, in this great warrior, I can only play a supporting role forever.

In the middle ten with the highest dragon column, at this moment, it seems calm, not many people to fight for it, everyone knows what this ten and the dragon column mean.

There will be the most intense battles there. Without strong strength, it will only lose the qualification of the primary election in an instant.

On top of the tower where the Eight Great Family is located, the Eight Great Sons, above the top of the tower of Fengshen and handsome, eight people talk and laugh, and they are very calm.

In the eyes of everyone, it is difficult to get four hundred places, but the eight people are not in the heart at all, without any worry.

"Hey, brothers, I have to go one step ahead of Qian Wen, you talk."

Among the eight great sons, a man wearing a blue and white gorgeous robes, smiled lightly and arched his hand.

call out!

I don't know if it was a coincidence. As he left, the top of the thick black clouds above him broke through a broken hole. A dazzling golden light, like a sword, fell from the sky.

Soon the Eight Great Sons, there are only two people left, Bai Jia Shi Zibai, Sima Jiashizi Sima Lingxuan, the two are also the first runner-up in the last five-nation competition.

Under the leaps of every child, the sky will hang down a golden light, and it will be seen by those who have the heart.

Sima Lingxuan has a tall head and a slender figure. A sword and a sharp eyebrow are boundless. The eyes are as bright as a star, and the face is handsome, like a ghostly sculpture.

There is a kind of person in the world, which is inherently extraordinary. Even in the vast sea of ​​people, you can separate him from the world with a glance.

There is no doubt that Sima Lingxuan is such a person. Standing there, you can feel a strong gas field, and there is a pressure in your unconscious mind.

Bai took a deep breath and calmed down, standing in front of the railing, ready to jump down.

Sima Lingxuan slightly sideways, looking at the white starting slogan: "White, I have heard, you are the most difficult to practice the four seasons of the white house, you have completely practiced."

"Three thousand years ago, you are the first one under the age of 30 in Bai’s family. You can practice this knife and become a warrior of Dacheng."

White did not deny, whispered: "Why, you are afraid."

"You are laughing." Sima Lingxuan laughed happily: "White, I just hope, you don't be as ugly as you lost three years ago, give me some pressure."

After a laugh, he jumped up and stood on the railing, staring at the four hundred dragon pillars, the tallest one, and the powerful momentum spread from him.

Huh!

In the distance, there was an endless wind blowing, and the gown of Sima Lingxuan was sizzling.

When the momentum rose to the apex, Sima Lingxuan's toes were above the railings, and heavier, toward the tallest dragon pillar, flying straight.

Hey!

Above the top of the 10,000-meter sky, the eight golden lights were shot in succession. The golden light was dazzling and dazzling, and Sima Lingxuan was shrouded in it, moving with his movement in the air.

"I rely on, Shenguang to add, how strong is Sima Lingxuan!"

Such a strange vision, all the eyes of all the warriors surrounded by mountains, attracted the past.

White from the right fist clenched, his face looked a bit ugly, three years ago, although he got the second, can be in the hands of Sima Lingxuan, but did not take ten strokes.

Let the other party climb to the top and there is no pressure.

"Sima Lingxuan, the four seasons knife method, is not as simple as you think. This time, I will definitely take back my own honor."

With his feet on the ground, he walked gently and his body fluttered. His goal turned out to be the tallest dragon column.

The four golden lights on the horizon fell, but they did not move with white, and there was a gap between Sima Lingxuan.

In the field, they competed for five or six minutes, but there was still no one. They officially set foot on the dragon pillar, and in the swords and swords, many warriors were injured and fell.

Sudden screams, if luck is not good, many people sneak attack, I am afraid to die.

Xiao Chen’s eyes swept through the crowd, and he had a rough bottom in his heart, knowing how to win the quota, and his eyes fixed on the outermost pillar.

call out!

The soles of the feet are heavier on the ground. Xiao Chen is like an arrow from the strings. The clouds are bursting out. The dark clouds in the sky suddenly broke eight small holes.

Eight golden eyes will fall, but for some reason, the slamming, the small hole that was originally broken, has been closed again in an instant.

Of course no one, noticed this little detail.

Far from the fiercest competition in the center, Xiao Chen flew to the edge of the most inconspicuous dragon pillar, but even so, there are 30 people competing with Longzhu.

The battle around the dragon column was extremely fierce. There was no space above the dragon pillar, but no one dared to stand up. The previous few people just got up and got caught in the fire. It was a long time ago.

call out!

Just 30 people each fought, on the dragon column, suddenly there was a more person, the man was white, with a slender long knife at his waist, his face calm, not wavering.

"Where is the kid, dare to grab our position, I don't know how to live."

"Hit him!"

The 30 people who fought each other, see Xiao Chen stood on the top, and they stopped all the time, and they went all the way around, and all kinds of attacks in all directions went to Xiao Chen.

The people who made the shots had the realm of Wuwang at the lowest level. The top Wuwang of the top grades was not a minority. A few or two people had a half-step Wuhuang’s cultivation.

It is a coincidence that the person who first shot was the Song Jie, who had a half-step Wu Huang’s broken knife. At this moment, Xiao Chen stood on the dragon pillar, and his heart sneered.

This kid, a son of Zongmen in the Great Qin Dynasty, really thought that this dragon column, can anyone stand up?

He did not rush to stand up in the Song and Qing dynasties. He wanted to face the fire of everyone and stood for a minute. It was not so easy.

I have to wait for everyone's energy consumption to be almost the same, only to be sure to stand up for a minute.

boom!

The various colors of light hit, the white figure, only the light burst, a chaos, the figure was directly blown into a crush.

do you died?

Everyone was a little surprised and felt a little easier, but when I looked closely, I found out that it was indeed a dead body, and finally I finally let go.

Someone laughed and said: "I can't stop a single move, and I dare to come here to join in the fun. I really don't know how to live and die."

"Is it?" At this time, behind the crowd, a low sneer sounded.

Everyone turned back and saw the figure behind them, the figure that had just been wiped out by them, dressed in a white robe, with a long knife and a calm face, and it appeared again.