Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The two distinguished protoss of the Protoss did not move, and the other thirteen protoss of the Protoss, the body slowly rose from the water, Lingbo stood.

The white-haired man sitting cross-legged, glanced at the four sides and spit out two words, saying: "The demon."

Thirteen protoss geniuses, without a word, the momentum of the body began to pile up, neatly pulled out the golden long swords equipped with the waist, each waved a golden sword, flicking away toward the gathering point of the Yaozu.

Among the voids, the Quartet sang a sacred song, and the bright hymns brought together the thirteen golden swords to form a giant sword that surrounds countless gods.

The giant sword, the momentum is amazing, a sword flies, as if you can smash the void. The sacred lines that are circulated above also make the swords that are forcibly combined together stable and unmatched.

The demon warriors leaped volley and did not dare to touch the swords formed by the thirteen people.

These thirteen Protoss warriors, any one, who fight alone with them, have a 60% chance of winning, and now they are together, where they dare to fight hard.

Only the grandson of the Peacock King, Kong Yuan looked angry and did not vacate. The law of heaven and the law behind him changed, forming a peacock feather with a length of up to 100 meters, which was inserted behind him.

The roots of the purple feathers, sparkling with a sparkling purple light, like a peacock on the screen, beautiful and boundless. He reached for a support, and a loud peacock screamed.

The space turbulence, the gods on the giant sword, was affected, and began to break in an inch.

The palm of the hand pushed forward, the huge peacock behind the screen, Huaguang masterpiece, crystal clear, broken the giant sword of the gods, directly broken by his palm.

Behind the peacock screen flowers are not scattered, Kong Yuan calmed his face and looked at the white-haired man: "There is no shortage of the emperor, what do you mean, want to kill it?"

The white-haired man is not surprised by the slightest accident: "Yes, it seems that your cultivation has reached the peak of the summit and the Holy Sepulchre, you can stay."

Other demon warriors who hanged and stopped, were dissatisfied, and Tu Ze’s temper was the most popular. He said: "The ****, the emperor is not lacking. You are now just a god. Is it really a peerless god?" ?"

After that, I want to rush down again.

The emperor looked up slightly, his eyes were cold and swept away, and his strong mental strength firmly locked Tuze.

Feeling that a vast force surrounded him, Tu Ze’s arrogant gesture immediately slammed down and stopped in the air, not daunting.

"You can leave it as long as you can catch up with the thirteen my warriors."

When Tu Ze’s heart slammed into the ground, he was on fire. He was alone, and perhaps the demon body could barely win one of them. Of course it was only maybe.

Thirteen protoss geniuses combined a single blow, wherever they can survive, the temper will come. You can see the imperial eyes of the emperor, and immediately die down, depressed.

The demon people were indignant, all of them screaming and fighting with this group of people, and they also turned their attention to Kongyuan.

Kong Yuan was deliberately ignored. He knew better than anyone else. The thirteen people in front of him were not big problems at all. The real difficulty is the white-haired man who has not shot, and the white-haired woman.

One of them is a son of God and a goddess. It has already been used to name the whole Kunlun, if these two people take it together.

Even he himself is difficult to protect, the entire Yaozu have to be all driven out, the emperor is not lacking to kill, leaving him a seat, he will naturally not say anything.

"There is no shortage of the emperor, you can talk and count, I will pick up this trick."

The little monkey's maple, suddenly opened, said to the emperor.

"Natural calculations, when I have no shortage of emperors, what I said is not counted."

There is a satisfactory look in the eyes of the emperor. As long as someone accepts this condition, he will not want to see it.

As long as one person accepts, the Yaozu side is the overall situation.

Under the attention of other demon warriors, the little monkeys forcibly took the sword, which was beyond the expectations of others.

Although some of the wolverines spit out the blood, but the little monkey did not seriously hurt, but suffered a slight injury.

The depths of the emperor’s eyes are shining, and at first glance, the suspicion is revealed. This little monkey has a good strength, but can catch this sword, relying on a king-level secret treasure in his body.

However, there was no break and he nodded slightly, indicating that he could stay.

Other demon warriors, I do not know the doorway, and three people forced to pick up, the result was severely hurt by sputum and vomiting blood, and more serious almost was cut off.

The sacred defense secrets of the body did not play much role.

As a result, let others take a deep breath and never dare to say anything more. In the end, only two of the Yaozu stayed, the peacock king's grandson, the original, the little monkey.

This kind of movement, naturally attracted the other tribes of the three tribes.

Xiao Chen did not stop practicing, but the gods were outside, but they knew everything well.

I have heard about the protagonist's strength. I finally understood it today. The emperor did not move, and the eight demon genius warriors were all driven away.

It seems to be decisive and hegemonic, but the strategy used in it is also arrogant.

If the Yaozu did not solve it and let it all counterattack, then the geniuses of other ethnic groups would certainly not speak so well, and united against him, obviously not the result he wanted.

In the ghost family, Xiao Chen, who had a side in the red skirt, reached out and took all the guns from her own family.

On the cheeks of the white snow, it’s cold and lifeless, and it’s as thrilling as the past.

"There is no shortage of the emperor, what do you want to do." The woman in the red dress was cold and soundless.

There is no such thing as a handsome face carved out of the emperor. There is no change in the handsome face. "I want to say what I have said very clearly. The essence of the spring in this pool is obviously limited."

"The limited resources, so many people absorb, obviously not normal, naturally want to drive away some people."

The woman in the red dress whirls, sinking and saying: "There is what you mean, everyone has to catch it, and the sword of your thirteen people can stay."

The emperor looked up and sneered, and the light in his eyes seemed to be able to see everything through, saying: "I haven’t said this to you, this is what the devils say, when I am against your ghosts and corpses. Do you know Wushu?"

"The sinister corps and the corpse of the corpse can block a fatal blow for you. If you add up, you can only leave two for me."

At the end of the day, the tone of the imperial court is cold and there is no life.

"You both of you, the repairs are the way of death. In this day, there is no power of death for you to use. If you want to do it, even if you come to war, even two places will not be given to you."

The tone of the emperor is very overbearing, and at once it pokes the life gates of the two races, so that the parties of this two races are geniuses, have grievances, and dare not vent.

This person is very king, and it is not the kind of king who has the courage to do anything. Often this kind of person is the most terrible.

The ghosts and corpses gathered together for a moment, and finally decided to give up, leaving the Wang Ren and the red skirt women into the city.

As a result, the ghosts and the corpses, the eyes of the emperor, were finally put on the last human race.

The weaker people in the human race can't help but worry about it. The emperor has no problem to solve the Yaozu, the ghosts and the corpses easily, and finally faces the Terran alone, giving them a lot of pressure.

The emperor did not lack a sneak peek at the human race, and he sneered in his heart. Like a king, he said: "Except for Yan XIII and San Shengzi, all of you can roll."

The three holy sons couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. This is no shortage of the emperor. After all, they are still jealous of the three of them, and they dare not come.

Shui Lingling's feelings of the three holy sons, the heart is quite speechless, the corpse ghosts are limited by the environment, not afraid to fight a blow.

The overall strength of the Yaozu is the weakest, and each of them is a battalion.

The Terran is not subject to any restrictions, and the overall strength is the strongest, as long as the Three Sons ascend.

Under the combined force, even if they are not in the Protoss, they can drag on two hours, so that they can't absorb the essence of Shenquan. The Emperor will definitely throw a rat.

But at this moment, the emperor lacked a light and fluttering sentence, and immediately disintegrated the fighting spirit of the Three Sons. Others did not want to leave and had to leave.

Just when other people were indignant and extremely depressed, Yan XIII suddenly stood up, his mouth slightly tilted up, revealing a mocking smile.

Turning his hand, Tian Bingjian appeared in the palm of his hand, sneer: "It's rare that the Son of God can afford Yan, but I can go to Yan XIII, where is the turn to your mouth."

After the completion of the language, Tian Bingjian was squirted in an instant, the sword was half an inch, and the black murderousness swept out like a mad dragon storm.

In the moment, the vast vitality of the Shenquan pool was smashed by the half-inch killing sword.