Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The first to speak is a young man wearing a black armor and carrying a **** knife. He is tall and tall, and his tiger's back is more than a height of one meter and eight feet taller than Xiao Chen.

The face of the Chinese character is thick and big, and the eyes are full of arrogance. The overflowing edge has nothing to converge, and it is quite bold to look directly at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen’s heart is calm, but he does not think that this person has a lot of malice. The young man is proud of himself and suddenly finds a person who is almost the same age as he is, and he will naturally be dissatisfied.

In particular, the repairs that Xiao Chen showed at the moment are indeed only the appearance of the Wusheng mid-term. In the past two years, Xiao Chen’s disappearance has disappeared, and the past deeds will inevitably be regarded as a rumor.

Han Qinghe smiled and said quietly, looking at Xiao Chen’s treatment. This little thing, I believe that Xiao Chen can still solve it at will.

In the hands of Xiao Chen, Han Qinghe gave him a list of the details of the 20 disciples. He took a look and found the person's information.

After a while, Xiao Chen collected the information and looked up at the person. He said: "Jin scale, this year is twenty-six years old, the next product of Wusheng late. The talent is top grade, the root bone is excellent, the knife skill is very high, the knife It has reached 70%. It once fought once again with the popularity of the Full Moon House, but it was a disastrous defeat, and even ten strokes did not persist."

"This information seems to be a bit contradictory. Even the ten tricks can't be accepted, and I dare to say that my knife skills are extremely high. It's too much."

Jin scale heard Xiao Chen read his information, but his heart was somewhat proud. Although his resume could not be compared with Xiao Chen two years ago, he was considered a rising star in recent years and was well known.

Fighting with the prestige, although defeated, who does not know the popularity of the young and famous, enjoy the title of the first knife in the southern eighteen states. Now, after another two years, the opponent's knives have reached 90%, and the strength can rival the top talents of all ethnic groups.

No matter how good the sword is, it is lower than the other side. If you take ten strokes and lose, you will be understated by Xiao Chen.

Jin scales are dissatisfied, naturally do not want to endure more, go forward, step forward and say: "Xiao Chen brother, you are known as the white robe knife, two years ago, the name is full Kunlun, Jin scale is not I want to ask my brother for a knife."

Han Qinghe is a bitter smile in his heart, worse than anything, and Xiao Chen than a knife.

Think about the previous and Xiao Chen's move, Han Qinghe is still fresh in memory, Xiao Chen that two punches, another way, the sword is slanting, it seems a little tender. In time, it will become a faction and become a great knife.

Thinking of this, Han Qinghe couldn't help but convey the voice. "Xiao Chen, a little bit of a point, this golden scale is a seedling that many of our elders are optimistic about. It is the most potential younger disciple in this group."

"The elders can't say that I can see it, but jade doesn't mean anything. I am motivating him to come out than a knife. It is also my intention."

Han Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xiao Chen’s words, and he was also greatly surprised. If it was before, Xiao Chen encountered such a situation, the break will not be so hesitant, directly hit the front Thunder strike, you can instantly shock the scene.

Grand Master style!

In the mind, I suddenly jumped out of these four words. Han Qinghe looked shocked. When I first saw Xiao Chen at the beginning, the other person’s attitude and posture were absolutely wrong. It was indeed a master style.

These four words are not the same, Han Qinghe is coming over, deeply understand the truth.

A lot of top-grade Wu Sheng, all of a lifetime can not become a master-level Wu Sheng, what is missing is what is the style of this master, the attitude is not enough.

Today, Xiao Chen, young, has a master style. In front of him, this group of unruly people is not a peer-to-peer in his eyes. He naturally became the upward heart of a group of younger generations.

As long as Xiao Chenxiu has reached the top grade Wusheng, I am afraid that Li Ma will become a master-level Wu Sheng. The 30-year-old master Wu Sheng, Han Qinghe has reached this conclusion, and his eyes are changing toward Xiao Chen.

In two years, Xiao Chenxiu seems to have been pulled down a lot by his peers, but once he reaches the martial arts level of Wu Zong, Xiao Chen can instantly surpass the crowd.

After those people realized the importance of the master-class style, Xiao Chen, after years of accumulation, with his natural savvy, feared that even the heart of the emperor could comprehend thoroughly, and all the geniuses of this era were stepped on.

In the hall, the crowd has been scattered to the side, leaving a wide area, handed over to Xiao Chen and Jin scale.

Jin scale looked at Xiao Chen, the name that was so eloquent two years ago, in addition to the tension in the heart, more of an excitement, the eyes slowly filled with fanatic flames.

After standing, Jin scale was slightly displeased: "Xiao Chen, brother, can't look down on it, even the knife is not taken out."

Xiao Chen smiled and said: "Although you are out of the knife, my knife will be visible later."

Dressing up the gods, the golden scales sighed in the heart, the broad hand grasped the handle, the **** long knife suddenly pulled out, glaring at Xiao Chen, bursting with a sudden **** ripple.

The scales of the golden scales are a little bit off the ground, and the feet seem to be stepping on a wave of blood.

It is precisely the blood wave knife method that is well-known for its display. It will be a wave higher than the wave. When it was popular, it was praised for his **** knife. In other words, he can really fight with himself in five years.

Rubbing!

Xiao Chen's figure flashed, and suddenly there was a loud and crisp knife in the heavens and the earth, such as a sword. In the crisp, clean and high-pitched voice, there is also a domineering domineering.

If you are a familiar Xiao Chen person, you will know that this is Xiao Chen's own imperial domineering after he has improved himself and joined his own new knives.

Jin scale felt that she was blind, and clearly saw the appearance of the knife, but why did she hear the sound of the peerless knife scabbard, a knife wind blowing, Xiao Chen passed by with lightning speed.

With a bang, Jin scale found that his bodyguard law was broken, and the chest armor left a striking knife mark. Feeling slightly cold on the chest, but this knife only broke his armor, but did not leave him any scars.

The heart was shocked and stunned, and it was quick to accept the move. One turned and rolled up a heavy blood wolf, just found Xiao Chen, who was behind him, kicked.

Obviously it is the foot, it can give him the feeling, but it is a knife light, from bottom to top, slanting over. The sword is endless, the sound of the knives are everywhere in the air, and the **** big knives in the hands are somewhat unstable.

When he waited for the knife to go to the file, he found that it was already late. This foot easily broke his bodyguard rule again, leaving a clear knife mark on his left shoulder armor.

Retreat!

Too strange, Jin scale quickly retire, ready to familiarize yourself with Xiao Chen's routine, then come to think about countermeasures, **** wolf under the feet, with a backward back.

Xiao Chen is closely followed, his body is flashing, and there are no swords everywhere. The bright knives between the heavens and the earth have not stopped. The movements are like flowing water, pleasing to the eye, but there are murderous everywhere.

After ten strokes, the armor on the scales of the scales was too many to be broken, sloshing and breaking into pieces.

The figure was flashing again, and Xiao Chen smashed toward the golden scales, as if he had a machete. He used his body as a blade and shoulder as his front. From top to bottom, he violently smashed the past.

A loud bang, the barrier of the heavenly rule of the golden scales, was easily broken into two halves. The vision derived from the blood wave knife method is also completely broken, and the face is white, and it falls to the ground.

Xiao Chen, as he fell, stood opposite Aite and looked at the golden scale silently.

At first glance, the emptiness of the emptiness, the soul of the soul, contains the immortal thunder will, and shoots out with the line of sight. In an instant, the golden scale felt that there were countless fascinating knives that flew toward it, and the next moment was smashed by thousands of knives, and there was no dead body.

The footsteps kept going backwards, and Jin scale accidentally fell to the ground, feeling himself, the intact body, and said: "I am not dead? How is it still alive."

It looked quite funny. In the eyes of outsiders, Jin scale clearly stood up and took a few steps back. He said to himself that he was dead. All the other 19 disciples all laughed.

Jin scales reacted and recalled the last look of Xiao Chen. At that time, he did think that he was dead. The feeling of death is really real.

Unbelievable, ridiculous, Jin scales up to Xiao Chen, only feel that the other side is unfathomable, completely unmeasurable.

"Ganbai downwind, convinced oral, golden scale knife, really not worth mentioning." Jin scale arched, did not dare to see Xiao Chen's eyes.

At the last glance, in addition to the soul of the soul and the will of the immortal Thunder, Xiao Chen also used a few doorways in the Qing Emperor's drawing, and studied the knife drawing for so long, Xiao Chen was not nothing.

Some of these techniques are ingeniously combined with the meaning of the knife. After the big success in the future, it’s not a matter of heaven and death.

Xiao Chen’s intention was not to shock the other party. The performance of the gold scale at this moment was also achieved by his own expectations. “You are already a dead person. At the last glance, you can have a good understanding and there will be Income."

The golden scales are silent, if you think about it, think carefully about the last sentence of Xiao Chen.

Han Qinghe spoke at the right time and smiled. "There are people who are not convinced now, but they can challenge the knife to Xiao Chen."

Everyone shook their heads and looked at the golden scales. Who would dare not accept Xiao Chen.

Han Qinghe smiled with satisfaction and walked to Xiaochen. Some apologies: "Xiao Chen, now in a very special period, the king-class battleships in the door are all transferred to the Silver Lake in the sky. It is impossible to get a king-class battleship. I am here. There is an enhanced holy class warship that can sail in the stars and can still do it."

"No, I just have a king-class warship."

Xiao Chen opened his mouth and spit, a mighty eight-faced, king-class battleship engraved with Qinglong, with a vast expanse of the king, hovering above the sky.

"Longmen battleship!"

"It is really a dragon gate warship. The legend is that the Qing Emperor personally built it. The Dragon Gate battleship is the dragon of the king. The Emperor warship does not come out and presses the king."

"The Longmen battleship is out. This time we will be able to return to the triumphant battle. The original Longmen battleship, but the sweeping of all sides is invincible."

A group of younger disciples, Chad Longmen battleship appeared, they called out, without Han Qinghe said, jumped up directly, each excited to look at the battleship.

Looking at some of Wang Xing's younger generations with high morale, Han Qinghe smiled a little, and said to Xiao Chen: "These juniors are handed over to you, and I am waiting for your good news."

"There will be a period later."

Gently leaping, Xiao Chen jumped on the Dragon Gate battleship, and his palm waved, and the eighteen-round canvas carrying the rune rose.

In the blink of an eye, the Longmen battleships rushed away, with a group of younger generations of dying, driving in the vast rivers of the stars.