Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"Not at your own weight!"

Wan Feng’s eyes swept away and sneered again and again, and did not put these people in the lower bounds in his eyes.

Xiao Chen, who is still stiff in his arms, flies like an arrow.

Feng Tianming reacted and said: "Can't stop him, don't let the shackles endanger, knock down Xiao Chen."

call out!

With four personal guards, burning the real yuan in an instant, Feng Tianming five people, without the slightest hand, went to Wanfeng to kill the past.

Not seeking to defeat him, I only hope to give Xiao Chen a little reply time, delaying for a while.

Wan Feng laughed, the speed did not stop at all, a little white light on the palm of his hand, let his right palm become smooth and smooth, as if it was transparent.

There is no gorgeous sound and light, no horrible real yuan fluctuations, Wan Feng one palm shot, a guard in front of the head, the real yuan fluctuations, all blocked by ice.

As Wanfeng came forward, the ice cubes broke down and turned into a little bit of ice, and the scene that Yue Chenxi had previously encountered reappeared.

boom!

This name guard, spit out a blood, too late to dispel the chilly atmosphere of the body, turned into a bunch of ice sculptures directly fell.

Rub and rub!

The ice sculpture is broken, and the original flesh and blood body, contained in the ice, is divided and broken, and it is terrible. The martial art of the Emperor Wuhuang, who was beaten by Wanfeng, had no bones.

The surrounding guests are all heroes, Zongmen Daxie, and young talents. The players who are in front of the real dragon list see this horrific scene.

Undoubtedly, it is not blushing, scared and chilling.

Hey!

The figure is twinkling, Wanfeng even swings three palms, the snow flutters, and three ice sculptures fall down, the body of the broken body is broken, and the means is cruel.

Looking at the three people who followed them for decades, they died like this. Feng Tianming’s eyes were red and angry, and the body’s vitality was burned.

A fiery red lotus blooms under the feet, the whole person's momentum, climbing the road to the peak of the Emperor Wu, a palm carrying a wave of heat swept away.

Wan Feng face disdain, sneer: "The real yuan is not enough to concise, the number is more, what is the use, give me a roll!"

Compared with Feng Tianming, the breath of Wan Feng is not revealed, only the cold palm of the right palm of the shot is filled with light, and the other parts of the body are not leaking.

boom!

Hard against Feng Tianming with a full blow, Wan Feng's body, only slightly back three steps in the air, gently sighed.

Feng Tianming flew out like a meteor, seriously injured in the ground, and could not climb again.

Wanfeng waved his sleeves and whispered softly: "It's awesome. When I don't die, I don't want to die, but the ants are the ants. The martial artists in the lower world are not even **** in my eyes."

Originally, I watched Wanfeng’s deterrence, and I will wait for everyone to fight. Wanbaolou, who has already smiled and smiled, couldn’t help but hear this sentence.

Wan Feng said that the lower king of the martial arts is not a shit, he is also a martial artist himself, and he is not even stunned.

The top ten of the real dragon list, the face of dissatisfaction, glare, Wanfeng said this is too hurtful.

Looking at the expressions of a few people, Wan Feng laughed and said: "Is not convinced? When you go to Kunlun, you know what you are, and you know why I look down on you."

"Don't think that I am talking big, your so-called real dragon list is a joke in my eyes. Two of you among you can rise in the big world, that is, you have to go."

"Damn, I am white to teach you the trick."

When he was white, he was very angry. He also had his own arrogance. He was so small and looked young, and he was young and full of vitality.

The four seasons knife method, endless life!

Flying from the ground, the knife flashed, directly giving up the strongest trick of the four seasons knife.

"My male sheep feathers, also come to teach and teach, and attract the messengers."

"I am Liu Yunyun, let's try it."

"Nanggong Ziyue, also come to teach you a high trick!"

Hey!

Seven people appeared in the sky, and the top few figures on the real dragon list, while flying up, killed the past toward Wanfeng.

Wan Feng face disdain, sneer: "There are more ants, what is the use? Before I went to Kunlun, I would suppress the arrogance that is not as good as your shit."

The body has been introverted momentum, suddenly released, a strong ice and cold atmosphere filled, the cold and cold, through the cold heart, unrequited love.

Hey!

The swords and winds that flew around were swaying under the chill of the cold, and they turned into ice shards. They fell down and blew the ground into a deep pit.

Seven male ram feathers, the face is ugly, completely unexpectedly expected to have such a situation. Their true elements simply can't get close to each other, and they can't directly spread out.

"Going to Kunlun, remember to be a man with a tail, but not everyone, be as kind as me, let me roll now, 蝼 ants!"

Hey!

The figure is twinkling, Wanfeng has a palm to the seven people, and several people are vomiting blood and flying. The internal organs are all in ruins.

"A good and powerful real yuan, the concentration is at least ten times stronger than me. Is he really the best-selling Wuhuang?" He fell to the ground and couldn't believe it.

Gong Yang Yu said with resentment: "And the degree of conciseness of the real yuan is not comparable to me. It is not a practice of heavenly exercises, but what is the treasure of heaven."

"His iceland is also weird, and our artistic conception can't be compared."

The seven people were shocked, and their eyes looked at the air and stood proudly. Wanfeng, who was disdainful, gave birth to a strong feeling of powerlessness.

At the same time, in the vast Wanjiacheng, all the masters of Wuzun and above were summoned and quickly rushed from Wanxiangbao to Wanjiabao.

There are no more than five hundred people in each direction, and there are 4,000 people in all directions. So many masters, even if the peak of the Emperor Wu is surrounded, one person attacking, is enough to crush each other.

"Quick and fast, the owner has a command, Wanjiabao was robbed!"

The rapid pace walked up the street, and the chilling atmosphere made people on both sides of the street feel a little surprised.

"Isn't today a big family married? Is there anyone who dares to make trouble?"

"Who knows, just in Wanjiabao, the real yuan is very volatile, and it is estimated that there is a big battle."

On the street next to an inn, there was a fat man looking at the 10,000 escorts that passed through the past. He smiled and said: "If you pick up the miscellaneous soldiers, the fat man likes it the most."

Above Wanjiapu Square, Xiao Chen looked at the stiff right hand and looked dignified. The upper half of his right arm has completely lost consciousness and cannot move.

A strand of cold air rushed down from the arm like a river, Xiao Chen running the real yuan, forming a dam, intercepting this cold.

Under the burning of the cold, the real yuan is constantly consumed. If it is not the purple thunder that he cultivates, it is much higher than ordinary people. Zhen Yuan’s conciseness is higher. He is now an ice sculpture, and it’s broken.

"The cold ice of the other side, I am afraid that it has already reached the power of the will. The will of the ice has already touched a doorway. With the powerful real yuan, it can achieve the horrible lethality."

Xiao Chen’s heart whispered, but it’s the first time to look at the doorway, but he can’t talk about it, and the purple mine that just arrived in the sun can be removed.

Ziz!

On the arm of Xiao Chen, there was a purple fire spreading up, and the cold was burned by the purple fire, turning into a hot air and rising.

When the cold was exhausted, Xiao Chen’s arm immediately changed, and the five fingers clenched, and the blocked meridians were re-opened.

Looking at his eyes, he was pulled to Feng Feixue behind the Wanbao Building. Xiao Chen took a step and walked step by step.

What he decided, the path he took, no one can change, no one can stop it.

Wanfeng's eyelids sank and his eyes became cold. Looking at Xiao Chen's cold voice: "Don't take the opportunity to escape, but dare to go forward, I really thought you were not an ant!"

The cold wind whistling, the snow fluttering, and Wanfeng turned into a white line, with endless suffocating, killing the past toward Xiao Chen.