Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Many heroes are stunned and murderous, but Yan XIII is turned a deaf ear, and he will reach out to the dark hilt.

"Where the unnamed boy is coming, I dare to talk nonsense!"

"Tianbing Sword is the treasure of our Tianpeng people. No one is allowed to grab it!"

The name of Yan Thirteen is not big here, or the name is too big. It is impossible to know his origins at a certain level.

Seeing that he was going to hold the ice sword that day, the three semi-sacred people of the Tianpeng family immediately became particularly angry and quickly showed their bodies.

The back bones squirmed and slammed, and they opened two Tianpeng wings, and the wings were fierce, and the wind was blowing.

The three old men, like the wind and the power of the general, with a sigh of heaven and flames, killed the Yan XIII.

Yan Thirteen's eyebrows seemed to be a little unexpected. The three Tianpeng old people would be dissatisfied with the ice sword he had.

"I don't practice swords, but what is the use of swords, greedy people, often die the fastest."

The footsteps are not moving, and the thirteen eyes are slightly stunned, and the fingers are gently shaken. In the void, there are countless swords and screams, and they are connected into one piece. It seems that there are countless swords hidden in the void.

Powerful and pure swordsmanship, flowing around in the space, forming an invisible blade of madness, the entire hall began to shake.

The swords in the hands of many warriors are all going to get out of the way, and they have to fly out without control, so that those are panicked.

"This is the sword of the peak!"

One person was horrified, and said incredulously, the peak of the sword became a sword, and the 10% swordsmanship was infinitely close to perfection, and it could be condensed into a sword soul at any time.

Something that could not be done by Wu Sheng, who has lived for a hundred years, has now appeared on a young man.

Suddenly, the thirteenth and five fingers of the Yan are not moving together. The hidden swords in the void have all stopped humming, and the slashing slashes are still standing still at this moment.

Everything is quiet, and the birds are silent.

The huge gap seems to be a bit illusory. Just the powerful and vast peak of the sword is really true.

In the heart just raised such doubts, Yan XIII moved, and the back of his hand was gently waved.

boom!

Numerous times of crisp sounds are connected together, forming a rumbling sound like a tidal wave, and numerous swords hidden in the void, all stabbed.

Gathered together to form a mad dragon composed of a blade, the body of the mad dragon, the Wanjian Qiming, an infinite killing meaning, from which it popped out.

Hey!

The killing mad dragons whizzed past, and the three martial artists who appeared on the body of the Tianpeng martial arts exhibited their martial arts.

The sword was flying, the blood was full, and the three old men, who had no time to make a scream, were cut into countless blood flowers.

Blood and water are integrated into the mad dragon. The mad dragon composed of Jianguang is dyed with a layer of **** fog, as if it is a blood dragon, murderous.

With a wave of his hand, he killed three half-sacred, and the whole hall was silent and stunned.

"This guy, what the **** is coming!"

The family of the sacred family of the Yan family, the ordinary people, etc., simply do not know that there is such a family, facing the thirteenth of the horror of the horror, everyone is thinking hard, can not think of where there are such masters.

"Ghosts and ghosts, my Wang Ying will come to you."

A smoldering wind blew up in the field, and a figure was rolled up. It flew toward Yan XIII, but it was one of the six major schools in Luozhou, and the chief disciple of the blood shadow door, Teng Peng.

Looking at the Tengpeng in the yin wind, Yan Thirteen brows gently pick, said: "It's a bit of a meaning, finally came to use a sword, although the repair is not the right way."

The right hand is held above the hilt, and the sword is not sheathed. Yan XIII shakes forward and points forward, above the scabbard, and immediately shoots out a condensed black sword, as fast as a meteor to chase the moon.

In the sword, there is a killing kendo that destroys everything. It seems that even the air has lost its vitality and has become withered.

Rubbing!

Sword gas easily punctured the yin wind, pierced the body of Tengpeng's body, penetrated the top armor worn by it, and then passed through.

The black swordsmanship, permeated, the meaning of killing and rushing, and letting Tengpeng resist, can not restrain the killing atmosphere of destroying all things.

The pale face is like paper, and the yin wind of Teng Peng's body is broken out. The whole person looks exhausted and has a lifeless touch.

This sword not only hurt his body, but also contained the sword of murder, which directly injured his life.

"Little Lord!"

One side of the blood shadow door, San Zhao, was old and shocked. He quickly flew out and picked up Teng Peng.

"Go together!"

Several semi-sacred elders, stunned and looked like they had killed the Yan XIII.

Looking at Yan XIII in the cold, the Wang Ying of the bone tomb, the Xiang Fei of the demon hall, a little hesitant, and also killed the half elders with their own.

At this moment, he was not broken, and he was defeated by him. He had no chance to get the Tianbing Sword.

Yan Xie smiled softly and looked at the more than twenty semi-sances that flew, without the slightest comfort. The black sword, even the scabbard is not pulled out, so waving at random.

Hey!

The real yuan is stirring, the scabbard is lightly dancing, and the mad dragon formed by the toughness of the toughness is under the traction of Yan XIII.

In the hall, the long sword screams, such as the waterfall, the screaming, the wind whistling, the four sides shaking. One by one, half of the holy, against the blade of the mad dragon, are a little powerless, and even more talk about approaching Yan XIII.

With one's own strength, against so many semi-sanctories, even the sword has not been pulled out.

Xiao Chen’s eyes are slightly wrong. This is really a strong shot. The seven giants are afraid that only An Junxi can compete with him. If he can open the distance, the master sister may have such a chance.

The rest of the giants, if there are no special adventures in these months, no one will be his opponent.

No wonder that Nan Gongqiong will regard him as the biggest opponent.

Xiao Chen’s heart secretly said, “Fortunately, I am practicing a knife, not a sword. I don’t have to deal with this person, otherwise the cards will all be exposed.”

Any swordsman can't resist the temptation of Tianbingjian. If Xiao Chen is practicing a sword, no matter how strong Yan 13 is, he will go up and fight for it.

Even if it is not good, it will do its best, otherwise it will inevitably have regrets, and the peerless sword can not be encountered at any time.

With one and a half sacred, the blown down, the bladed mad dragon slowly dissipated, and the hall returned to calm again.

Many of the half-sacred people who were injured on the ground, the Yan Shi, who stood on the stone platform and held the hand, had a horrible horror in his eyes.

"Xiaobai, you are using a sword. This is a sword, I will help you."

Xuan Yu saw the white, the look of the center of the eye, smiled softly and said softly. If this time, can help her get the ice sword, it is absolutely possible to capture each other's hearts.

The second son of Xuan Yu, but it is a big change.

The little white brow couldn't help but wrinkle deeply. Seeing Xuan Yu is about to shoot, and in a hurry, said: "No, I still take it myself."

See Xiaobai rushed out first, Jiang Zimo and Mu Xinya, followed.

Xuan Yu's face changed slightly. I didn't expect Xiao Bai to take his own hand in order not to take him. The cold slamming sound will come out.

"Don't, don't be impulsive, this person is Yan XIII, the enchanting genius of the king's family, you are not his opponent."

Xuan Yu’s second son quickly rushed to stop him and talked to him about the horrors of the king’s family.

After listening to the other party's narrative, Xuan Yu's face changed and slowly stopped the thoughts of the shot. Killing the kendo, if it is really hurt the source of life, my future is completely ruined.

Xiao Chen, who had always planned to watch the movie, suddenly saw the crowd, flew out of the familiar figure, and looked sad, a little helpless smile: "At first, I shouldn’t let her go to the kendo."

Stepping gently, riding a shadow of Qinglong, Xiao Chen took off and wanted to stop Xiaobai in advance.

Yan XIII's killing kendo is obviously different from the killing mood of the general warrior. It is a purely ultimate killing. Killing as a sword, destroying everything, destroying the vitality, accidentally being injured by the source, can not be restored in a few days of cultivation.