Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"As he said, he did not look at himself. White is indeed not his opponent. It is too far."

"Yeah, from the beginning to the end, I have not taken advantage of it. Even the last two strokes of the four seasons have no chance to display it."

"So strong enough to challenge Sima Lingxuan, who can fight Sima Lingxuan, and one more Chu Chaoyun, this contest really did not come."

Think of the sentence that Xiao Chen said before the war, did not look at himself. When people think about it, they find that it is really not a big deal, but it has always been light.

Such a scene, really let everyone not think. Above the seats, Sima Lingxuan, who has always been relaxed, can't help but stand up straight.

Looking at Xiao Chen, I felt that the other side was unfathomable. The self-confidence that had never been shaken, there was a wave of volatility in this moment, and suddenly there was an endless storm around him.

In the airflow, the big elders of Sima's family, his face sinking, long sleeves waving, all the wild storms are in the sleeves, not salty and not light: "Lingxuan, you are upset."

Sima Lingxuan returned to the world and calmed down the mood. He said: "Thank you for the big elders, but the heart is not too good. It is always like the old well, my mood can't be stronger. This Xiao Chen, It is indeed a good whetstone."

The elders smiled and said, "If you think so, just fine."

Chu Chaoyun looked at Xiao Chen, and there was a golden flame in his eyes. It was not easy to notice, and his face showed a dignified color. I don’t know what to calculate.

"Xiao Chensheng, two more points!" The referee announced the results of the game without hesitation.

At this moment, the golden dragon of Xiao Chen, also swallowed up the eight feet and five feet of white, and his golden dragon shines. It has soared a large circle and reached the length of eight feet and seven, which is comparable to Sima Lingxuan.

Everyone in the Tiandao Pavilion saw this scene and had a dream-like expression on his face. Jiang later muttered: "I can’t see through it. It’s really completely invisible."

In Xiaobai’s eyes, there are excitement of tears. The pure face is crying and laughing. Holding the wooden heart next to it: “Xinya’s sister, Xiaochen’s brother won, won.”

Mu Xinya shook his head slightly, his face showed a bitter smile, and his mood was complicated. The teenager who was many years ago did not expect that one day he would grow to such a degree.

The elders of Bai Jiazhong looked at Xiao Chen, but they were very bad. They wanted to kneel down on the spot and forced him to learn how to learn the four seasons.

But at the moment, they are unhappy in their hearts, and they don’t dare to chase. The sects that have been in trouble during the tens of thousands of years of martial arts have nothing to end.

In the ninety-five rounds of competitions, since the end of the World War I, all the competitions have been inferior, giving people a sense of ignorance. Even the battle of the remaining giants felt that there was nothing to look at, and from time to time there was a gaze to Xiao Chen, who closed his eyes and raised his spirits.

The whispered discussion, but it is very much looking forward to the next debut of Xiao Chen, will not bring a little surprise to everyone.

At the end of this round, the eight giants still maintain a winning streak, leaving only three. They were Xiao Chen, Sima Lingxuan and Chu Chaoyun, who were able to climb the summit and once again narrowed the circle.

The champion of this five-nation tournament will certainly be one of the three, and the whites that were originally expected to be highly hoped are completely disqualified.

There are still five final rounds left, and the three will meet sooner or later, that is, they don’t know who will fight first.

"The next game, Xiao Chen fights against Xuanyuan."

The battle that belongs to Xiao Chen started again. Some quiet atmosphere on the scene was aroused, and the voices of various arguments rang.

Although Xuanyuan War Day lost to Chu Chaoyun and lost the qualification to compete for the first place, its strength is obvious to all. No one dares to question it.

Whether it is a powerful king of the artistic conception, or the old days of the wilderness, a fascinating martial arts for a thousand years, how the younger generation has the top three strengths.

If the opponent is not Chu Chaoyun, even if he is on the white, everyone thinks that there is a big chance of winning.

He came to Shang Xiaochen, maybe he could push Xiao Chen’s strength out a bit, and let Xiao Chen see more thoroughly.

rub!

On the top of the ring, there was no reservation in the Xuanyuan battlefield. Compared with the beginning of the battle, Fang Tian’s battle touched the ground, and the vast king’s artistic conception filled the sea like a sea.

"Take the day!"

The sea rises and rises, and the ninth and ninety-one waves are bursting. Xuanyuan’s battlefield is broken, and one foot is cracked, and it is attacked with a violent momentum.

Xiao Chen will instantly combine the dual artistic conception and cooperate with the 60% knife to make the hollyhocks break through the sky. The blade will pull out a long beam of light and cut the Xuanyuan battlefield directly in midair.

With the skillful breaking force, using the characteristics of the hollyhock to break the sky, the fierce and fierce power of the day is not the biggest, and it is directly broken.

Xiao Chen can never be, he will only touch hard fighters, on skills and eyesight, and he will not lose anyone.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao Chen is waiting for the thunderbolt knife method, and it will continue to display.

On the undulating sea of ​​oceans and seas, and the fierce battle of Xuanyuan battlefield, one side has the artistic conception of the four kings of the sea, one party has 60% knife and Thunder killing the mood.

On the wind and thunder, the two people are hard to find, and the waves are bursting, the madness bursts, the thunder is rolling, and the **** murder is everywhere.

boom!

A trick of God thunder, the Xuanyuan battled the sky to fly out, Xiao Chen stood in the air, holding a knife, standing in the wind.

Xuanyuan battled a rotation, stood firm, wiped the blood stains at the corners of his mouth, and smiled: "It seems that other martial arts are not dangerous for you. Be careful, I want to make a trick."

"Only the attack power, the old days can be stronger than the first three strokes of the four seasons knife. If you really want to see, how would you cope?"

The voice fell, and the sea behind him began to rapidly develop the artistic conception of the sea. Years of ruthlessness, a glimpse of the ages, old days, only the meaning of the eternal king, endless, never eternal.

A powerful vision, only between one breath, must be completed quickly, and the meaning of the king entwined above the square war, exudes all kinds of ancient heavy and solemn atmosphere.

Xiao Chen secretly shook his head, this move is indeed very strong, but the flaw is too obvious for him. If you look at it, it will be a million years of time. If you can attack in half an eye, the other person’s vision will not break.

In the right eye, the flaming fire burns, forming a purple arrow, and the arrow is rapidly elongated. This move is called Zilei Arrow, which is the fastest martial art of Xiao Chen. After Zi Lei has reached the sixth floor, the speed has broken through the barrier of Wu Wang.

There is no powerful explosive power, no powerful attack power, and some are only the penetration of terror, and the speed of more horror.

call out!

At a glance, the time was about to pass, and the purple arrow was shot out. Xuanyuan’s chest was suddenly a big blood hole, and the old mood of the old days began to be extremely unstable.

Xiao Chen seized the opportunity to fly before the body, the first season of the four seasons knife to spring thunder, the thunder of the thunder, the power of reincarnation will Xuanyuan battle directly bleed the blood.

The so-called old days, to temper the 10,000-year-old king of the artistic conception, in the eyes of everyone surprised, by the moment of change in the day and night to easily break.

Ten thousand years is too long, I am only vying for the night!