Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Snowy Jianzong, Liu Yunyun.

Xiao Chen was a bit impressed. At the top of the peak, I saw the strong ice of the other side. It is said that I was qualified as a seed player this time.

Liu Yuyun held a sturdy long sword and came to the front of the horizontal line. He looked at the wall of the dragon with all kinds of knife marks and sword marks, and his face showed some disdain.

"I have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and I am still scared by the ghosts!"

Hey!

On the toes, Liu Yunyun floated a hundred meters forward as he stepped forward. It was another 300 meters that stepped forward and flew forward in the blink of an eye.

The warriors who watched around, all exclaimed, and were shocked by the strength of Liu Yuyun.

After standing, the expression on Liu Yuyun’s face began to become cautious, and the fierce will on the wall of the dragon was constantly impacting his soul.

As if entering the illusion, every step of the way must face a few swords flying from the sky, you must crush one by one to go forward.

However, Liu Yuyun’s footsteps did not stop at all, nor did he have a few inches of deep footprints on the ground like Murong Chong. It seemed to be easier.

Snapped!

Close by, Liu Yunyun took a shot directly and closed his eyes and felt it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, ten seconds of time has passed, and Liu Yuyun still has nothing to do.

"At last, someone passed, and I thought that no one on this wall could support ten seconds."

"Liu Yunyun's strength is good. It seems that this time I continue to get the top ten rankings. There is no problem."

On the occasion of everyone's discussion, ten seconds passed quietly, and the temperature around it was falling, and it was clear that Liu Yuyun's thin clothes were covered with a frost.

The breath of the body is also skyrocketing, and it is clear that it has not been moved. However, Liu Yunyun is experiencing a life-and-death battle, and his momentum is constantly improving.

Thirty seconds passed, Liu Yunyun did not move, and the palm of his hand still touched the mysterious Panlong wall.

Forty seconds passed, and fifty seconds passed. Liu Yuyun still didn't move, but the clothes on his body had turned into icicles, and the tall wall of the dragon was full of frost.

The temperature around it is even more horrible, and people must use the energy to resist.

"There is nothing on the wall. Liu Hanyun's cold ice concept has all come out. I can't support it anymore."

"Yeah, it's so cold, it's so cold, no, I have to go back."

Liu Yuyun's cold ice is very strange, silent and unintentional. At first, I don't think there is anything extraordinary. After I can accumulate it, everyone feels that the blood in the bone marrow seems to solidify and has to go backwards.

The coldness of the clear, the wealthy businessman, is sweaty on the forehead.

Fifty seconds, that is to say, he must pay 500,000 intermediate spirits to Liu Xiaoyun, and the earned Lingshi will go to one-third of the time, not to hurt.

Xiao Chen closes his eyes and feels the coldness of the body flowing in the body. The cold air is invisible and invisible. When entering the body, it merges with the blood, regardless of each other.

"Weird, this is the first time I saw the ice cold mood." Xiao Chen muttered in his heart.

Infiltrating the gods into the blood, Xiao Chen carefully checked for a long time, and finally found those ethereal and cold.

It took a lot of effort, and the body of the thunder was energetic, and this coldness of the ice disappeared.

boom!

Sixty seconds have passed, and Liu Yunyun has finally failed to keep going. The ice on his body has exploded.

Liu Yuyun was not shot like any other person, and his footsteps did not move. He said: "The ancient saints did have some skills."

Step by step, fluttering gently, and flew out.

The artistic conception of the ice in the air dissipated, and everyone re-enclosed it. Only the ice on the wall of the Panlong was turned into a hot air, rising.

Between the fog and shadow, the wall of the dragon wall becomes more mysterious.

Looking at Liu Yuyun, who was drifting away, the wealthy businessman smiled a little and breathed a sigh of relief. Sixty thousand middle-level Lingshi estimates that Liu Yunyun could not look up.

"The 600,000 intermediate Lingshi, remember to take time to send back to the snow swords, which is my teacher's contribution."

The smile on his face has not yet dispersed, and a clear voice is floating in the distance, which makes the wealthy businessman depressed.

The strange disk dragon wall, many failed warriors, successfully stood for 60 seconds, Liu Yunyun, all sorts of weird things, let the Panlong wall things spread quickly in this dragon city.

The gathered warriors, the more and more, the more enchanting geniuses with famous names, are very interested to come to test.

This dragon wall is like a test stone to test the strength of the warrior. Some people insist on a long time, some people insist on a short time, and others can't even get close.

From a certain point of view, the indirect shows the difference in strength between the various warriors.

"The Eight Great Family Qian Wen also came, and also insisted for one minute."

"The Nangong Ziyue of the Nangong family has also come, and has persisted for fifty seconds."

"Taiyi’s pro-chief disciple Gong Yang Yu insisted for forty seconds."

The top ten sects of the eight major families have come to many people, so that the reputation of Panlong Wall has increased a lot, but few people can break through for a minute.

Sima Lingxuan did not come, the son of the Eight Great Family, and Qian Qian’s Qian Wen insisted for one minute, and the others only insisted for forty or fifty seconds.

Murong Chong looked at Qian Wen's gaze, and it seemed a bit stunned. The other party played against him yesterday, and it seems that he only used less than half of his strength.

Yun can smile and say: "Xiao Chen, younger brother, or you can try it."

Xiao Chen has already been heartbroken, not to mention 10,000 intermediate Lingshi, he is not bad for this resource. After paying the entrance fee, Xiao Chen stood in front of the horizontal line and looked at the Panlong wall before 500 meters. He smiled slightly.

Rubbing!

The moonshadow knife was lightning-fastened, and the sharp knife was spread out. It flew over the circle of the dragon wall.

Hey!

The strange thing happened. In the middle of the sky, the moonshadow knife that was rotated alone seemed to encounter any sharp weapon, and it was in constant confrontation.

Xiao Chen's figure flashed, his feet were not touched, and with the flying blade, he quickly flew toward the Panlong Wall.

The blade is overflowing, and the breath of the road is completely smashed. Xiao Chen flies all the way, unimpeded, and falls directly under the wall of the Panlong.

The card was wiped and the knife was returned to the sheath. Xiao Chen took a deep breath and directly shot a palm printed on the mysterious Panlong wall.

In an instant, the figure flashed, and Xiao Chen looked around. The surrounding scene changed greatly and found himself on the desolate grassland.

In the void, some people suddenly flickered, and all of them were armed with long knives and powerful swords. They swept over the grasslands and blew the boundless winds.

A vain figure appeared in front of him, and the flashing a few times condensed into the essence, holding a large knife, and did not say a word toward Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen smiled lightly, and his right hand was buckled on the handle. He said softly: "Let me see it. In the past tens of thousands of years, you have a lot of strength in these ancient Wusheng."

The wind is raging, and the swords are swaying.

Looking into the distance, all the standing weeds on the endless grassland, they bowed down and squatted to the ground.

The mysterious swordsman, together with Xiao Chen, after a hundred strokes, the breath gradually became unstable, and Xiao Chen grasped the flaws and smashed.

Then he jumped out of a knife, and all the way down, Xiao Chen killed a whole dozen swordsmen and lost in the hands of a knife.

Consciousness returned to the real world. Xiao Chen’s palm had loosened the Panlong wall and looked at the hourglass next to it. It turned out that he had persisted for two minutes.

After receiving the 1.2 million middle-level Lingshi handed by the wealthy businessman, Xiao Chen returned to the crowd and said to the cloud: "Let's go, there is nothing to look at in this place."

"It’s so good, it’s been a matter of two minutes. Who is this person who has never heard of it? Is it that he is even worse than Liu Yuyun?”

The onlookers were surprised and speculated on the identity of Xiao Chen.

I don’t know when it’s quietly coming, watching Xiao Chen’s back, muttering: “It’s a strong knife, this person can fight with me.”

After regaining his gaze, Bai Qi also tested it for a while. The score was also two minutes, which was much better than the other children of the Eight Great Family.

At sunset, the warriors on the Panlong wall still dispersed a lot, without the excitement of the day.

But one person came to the scene, but the wealthy businessman who was ready to collect the stalls, slightly bounced a little, and some of the far-fetched words: "Sima Gongzi, also have to try."

Sima Ling Xuan’s face showed a faint smile. “Come on a bustle and see how long I can hold on.”

Snapped!

I didn’t see any action from Sima Lingxuan. When it flashed out of thin air, he came to the front of the Panlong Wall and printed a palm.

After a long time, he released his palm and glanced at the hourglass next to it, and it lasted for five minutes.

Strong self-confidence spread from the heart, Sima Lingxuan smiled lightly, did not ask for Lingshi, and went straight away.