Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

End of the world!

People are at the end of the world, or close at hand, depending on the judgment of Nangong Ziyue.

If she judges that the other party is at the end of the world, the response should be based on the ability to greet each other from the end of the world.

If you judge that the other party is close at hand, you should make a quick move. Because the distance is close, the opponent's move will definitely be very fast, and it will not take time to respond.

The night is overhanging, the moonlight is like water, the glory is shining, and the inch is scattered. Mo Ziyan comes from the sky and rides the sky.

Where is he, and the world is still awkward?

Everything is long-lasting, but all the reactions are between Sumi, and Nangong Ziyue must make a decision in a very short time.

Otherwise, this sword will make her lose.

Suddenly, Nangong Ziyue moved, and the right foot stepped forward, and the left and right hands slowly slipped out strange gestures, like stimulating strange martial arts.

There is no power, no quick moves, she is going to do something, and everyone can't help but feel a little confused.

Oh la la!

In the meantime, a burst of sound of flowing water, screaming, I don’t know when, around the Nangong Ziyue, there are mountains and lakes flowing.

Nangong Ziyue stands above the lake heart, the mountain swims in the water, and people float in the mountains and rivers.

Whether the mountain is moving or the water is flowing, or the woman who is dusty between the mountains and rivers is shaking slightly, and she is unclear.

You are at the end of the world, I will follow the waves, you are at your feet, I will not move.

You have endless moonlight, and you are in the middle of the world.

I have a thousand mountains and waters, good scenery, flowing with the waves, or not moving, just between you.

Xiao Chen’s eyes brightened, and he couldn’t help but blurt out: “The beautiful landscapes of the mountains and rivers will be passive and active at once. Is this the strength of the eight great families?”

On the table of the seed player's seat, ten seed players also showed a fascinating look. The North Ming family Shizibei whispered softly and laughed: "I have heard that the Nangong family has an ancient book, a landscape, and it looks like Nangong today. Ziyue, I am afraid that I have learned some of these chapters, and she is competing for the seed players. It should be useless."

While talking, he also deliberately glanced at the Tianzong Yuechen, the woman who squeezed out the Nangong Ziyue.

Yue Chen whispered a smile, and ignored the North Mind, Nangong Ziyue did not have full strength, and she tried to make full efforts.

Hey!

On the stage of the contest, suddenly a clear sound of the sword was heard, but it was the sword of Mo Ziyan, and finally came to the front of Nangong Ziyue.

Nangong Ziyue smiled slightly, and both palms pushed forward slightly, which seemed to have the power to change the land.

The mountains surrounding the layers are moving fast, wrong, not the mountains moving, but the speed of the water is too fast.

The eyes of the people, with the Nangong Ziyue flowing along with the waves as a reference, produced some kind of illusion, thinking that the mountains were moving.

When you come from the ends of the earth, I will follow the waves and look a thousand miles away.

On the stage of the contest, the graceful body of the Nangong Ziyue quickly retreated. Let Mo Ziyan's sword, how fast is the speed, how powerful the power is, but it is always a distance of one inch in front of her, and can't move forward.

Above the bright sword, creaking, powerful swords floating out, passing through the wind and thunder enchantment, spread to the audience on the stage.

The swords in the hands of many swordsmen could not help but tremble. The sword of Xiaocheng was under the blessing of the moonlight, and the power was more than doubled.

Long time to attack, Mo Ziyan quickly changed the move, single-handedly holding the sword into two hands, the footsteps were suspended, a sword squatting.

The fire burns the mountains!

The night disappeared, the moon disappeared, and the hot sun shone in the air. In a short moment, Mo Ziyan changed his mood.

From the soft moonlight, change to the strongest to the light of the sun, the Nangong Ziyue enveloped it, forcing it to fight hard.

call out!

Nangong Ziyue’s sudden stop, for a moment, the mountain does not move, the water does not flow, the mountains are silent, and the waves are not shocked.

It shows its intriguing control of the artistic conception. With Qianshan as the general trend, the lake is the meaning, and the other party’s hard-hitting hard of Nangong Ziyue slammed into the box.

boom!

The fist and the sword front were hard-resisting, and the violent explosion sounded on the stage. The continuous wave of waves slammed into the surrounding waves.

Above the wind and thunder enchantment, there was a wave of visible waves, which apparently suffered a strong impact.

If it weren’t for the enchantment, this force would strike out, fearing that some of the more close-knit fighters in the audience would be affected.

“It’s so powerful, the genius of the younger generation has such strength?”

"Looks like it seems to be more than the ordinary underarms."

"Compared with them, those rising rookies are undoubtedly worse on the momentum."

Everyone on the stage was amazed, and apparently did not expect that the hard touch between the two would have such a big impact.

The knife genius Lin Fei, looking at the two people on the field, flashed a fiery glow in his eyes, murmured: "Master said that it is true, the five kingdoms are tens of geniuses, I used to be a small person."

boom!

It was another violent explosion. In the sky, the scorching sun transformed by Mo Ziyan's artistic conception suddenly broke into countless Mars.

The heavens and the earth return to darkness, the sun in the distance, the golden glory, and re-sprinkled on the platform.

The lake at the foot of the Nangong Ziyue, after the microwave ripples, can't afford to wave, the mountain is still the mountain, the water is still the water.

One punch and one sword, barely weak, and judged.

The pale-faced Mo Ziyan, who fell on the ground, did not seem to be very reconciled. The palm of his hand was lightly beaten than Wutai, and vacated and smashed toward the Nangong Ziyue.

Hey!

The fierce sword light, like a sharp wind blade, sweeping around, between the sun and the moon, let Mo Ziyan's momentum, unpredictable, swordsmanship is also a ghost.

Nangong Ziyuehao is not flustered, walking between the mountains and rivers, the boxing style is free to come out, take the trend of the mountains, the meaning of flowing water, the sword of Mo Ziyan, a trick to break.

The Fengjia Shizi, who is famous for his light work in the Eight Great Family, is far away from the situation. He looks at the situation in the field: "The landscape is really strong, and Mo Ziyan is afraid that he can't wait. The moment when the Nangong Ziyue Mountain is running out of water."

Bai smiled and said: "Why do you have to wait until the mountains are exhausted? If he really has the ability, he can open the mountain and break the water. The mountains are broken, the water is not flowing, and the Nangong Ziyue is naturally defeated. Unfortunately, he is a child. There is no such thing."

Sima Lingxuan is silent and agrees with the heart. The Nangong Ziyue is strong, but if it is only this, it is not their opponent at this level.

The mountain river is immortal!

Nangong Ziyue lightly sighed, not ready to entangle, and there was a sky-water column in the lake behind him, with the immortality of the mountains and rivers, and the double fists blew the past.

One punch is the mountain, one punch is the water, the mountain river is immortal, but I am alone, a domineering heroic domineering, from the Nangong Ziyue body filled out.

boom!

Between Mo Ziyan's conversion between the sun and the moon, the infinite swordsmanship that emerged under this pair of fists disappeared, spit out two blood, knocked over the wind and thunder enchantment, and lost the ability to continue fighting.

Nangong Ziyue received a fist and stood up. The mountain was not there, the water was not present, and there was only a breeze on the stage.

In the vast audience, all the warriors silently said that the punch of the overbearing road was too deep for everyone.

It's hard to imagine that such a domineering punch would be sent by such a delicate woman.

The final battle of the first day of the game did not disappoint everyone. Mo Ziyan and Nangong Ziyue were able to stand up for this.

Nangong Ziyue looked at the seed player's seat, staring at Yue Chen's face, swept away, and then gently fell down to the martial arts.

That flying gaze, everyone knows, in the primary election, the dragon column competed for the defeat, and Nangong Ziyue, who did not want to expose the strength, was forced to give up the qualification of the seed player.

But it is not as good as Yue Chen, who is not on her behalf. She is escorting the book to Yue Chen, and she must report the enemy who won her seed.

After tomorrow, the mountain river will be immortal, and it will be a stunning battle against the Chaoyang fist of the peak of Dacheng.

Yue Chenxi, Nangong Ziyue, is stubborn and weak, so that everyone is expecting it.