Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the ancestral hall, the atmosphere is different and no one dares to speak.

The elders, including Luo Yun, felt more and more uncomfortable, and the hall was quiet enough to hear the sound of breathing and heartbeat.

So uncomfortable, but not dare to move, seems to be afraid to break a certain balance.

Think of this king of the people, in this group of ink and sea in the weekdays, it can be said that it is the wind and rain, the supreme.

Even if there is an emperor, the king is still very rare in this group of inks, and wherever he goes, he is high.

Why was it so uncomfortable, sandwiched between the two emperors, said that it is hard to hear, really is not afraid to put one.

Because the battle between Xiao Chen and Qingyan’s masters has already started, the two men’s air confrontation, their respective forces spread in every corner.

They are all secretly trying to find each other's flaws and trying to suppress the momentum of each other.

The momentum that is invisible to the naked eye has actually been fiercely fierce. The presence is a human king, and naturally understands the mystery.

At this time, if they dare to move, it is like pouring oil on the fire, smashing it, and exploding in an instant.

In the hall, it seems that time is forbidden to flow, everyone does not move, and even the expression does not change.

The youngsters in the smoke were a little surprised, and the young man in front of him did not condense the nerves.

Can be in the momentum, from the heart to move, do whatever you want, there is no flaw at all, it is perfect.

Behind him, there seems to be a dragon shadow, in the roaring roaring, it is Longwei, this is a peerless arrogance with a flood of blood!

Rubbing!

Just at this time, an elder of the Qingyan Temple was really uncomfortable and his body moved a little.

Ding sounds, but it expands infinitely at this time.

It is like a drop of water, falling into a calm lake, but it is not a layer of shackles, but a deafening, like a stormy wave of a mountain torrent.

Luo Yun looked a sinking, knowing that he was going to suffer, and the elders began to move forward and quickly.

In an instant, there is a limit of static transition to the extreme of movement, as if these people have come back to life.

The action is already fast enough, but it is still fast, but Xiao Chen and Qingyan are on the list.

The invisible dragon shadow behind Xiao Chen gathered together, from invisible to tangible, turned into a huge cyan dragon shadow, roared out, and roared for nine days.

Qingyan’s cold face was heavy, and he took a heavy shot on the armrest. The entire Qingyunfeng Zongmen’s heritage was mobilized.

The phantom of a huge incense burner appeared in front of it, and three incense sticks were inserted in the incense burner.

The youngsters of the blue smoke gave a shot, and the blue smoke that had been lingering in time was turned into a thousand shadows and spurred out.

The two momentums collided with each other in an instant, and the screaming ancestral hall of the Qingyan ancestors collapsed into nothingness.

Hey!

Luo Yun and other elders of the Qingyan Temple, while spitting out a blood, repaired to a slightly lower elders only in the realm of the sacred, even on the spot was killed by the aftermath of these two momentum.

In this battle, Luo Yun and others not only did not have the qualification to intervene, but even a little careless, just watching the battle will lose their lives.

The emperors have played against each other, and the scenes are not what these people can imagine and resist.

clang!

There is a clear sound of the blade of the blade, echoing in the entire Tianyun Mountain, which is comparable to the cave of a big world, the humming is not endless, and the vibrating does not stop.

Tianyun Mountain is very large, with a vast territory, and between the horizontal and vertical, it is a hundred miles away. In the past, there were dozens of four-category gates in this place. It is conceivable that it is vast.

But this day Yunshan is also very small. For Xiao Chen and Qingyan, who are fighting, only the aftermath can radiate most of Tianyun Mountain.

Snoring!

On the main peak of Tianyun Mountain, a purple shadow repulsed, and the mountain peaks in the retreat were collapsed. The sea was between the sea and the waves were raging.

He is not alone in retreating, but is retreating with his own general trend.

The Wanwan Mountain Peak was not hit by him, but was crushed by the rewinding trend. Together with the sea water, it turned into a tsunami tumbling and reversed!

"Hey, dare to disrespect me in Yunshan this day, don't say that you are not condensed, even if you have a god, it will not be my opponent."

Above the mountains, the youngsters of the blue smoke stand proudly. At this moment, his lean body, like infinite power, looks up like a heaven.

The wind whistling, the blue smoke was cold-eyed, and was shot by Xiao Chen. Shen Sheng said: "You have a big background, I will not kill you, take down your chips, I will dominate the ink sea, and will not There is peace of mind."

"Old ancestors!"

Many young disciples of Qingyanzong, the youngsters of the Qingyan people, and the heroic words at the moment, are all heart-warming, only feeling the blood boiling, stirring.

Hey!

The sole of the foot is above the surface of the sea, and gently stepping back, Xiao Chen stops and retreats.

The rushing waters of the mountains and the mountains are slowly falling, and the potential of falling down is soft and incomparable. With the general trend of Xiao Chen, it is re-opened.

What is even more amazing is that the mountain that was previously crushed, with the retreating sea water, went back together.

It’s like time and space reversal, but it’s actually just a matter of reopening with Xiao Chen’s general trend.

The mountain has been broken, and the mountain that I saw is only the mountain that exists in the morning of Xiaochen.

Like the scrolls, when Xiao Chen retreated, white clouds, landscapes, and sunlight have already entered the painting. At this moment, the scrolls are re-opened.

Looking at the main peak, the proud young smokers are like the heavens and the earth dominate the general smokers.

Xiao Chen is not surprised by the strength of the other side, a five-category gate, which broke out in the hands of the emperor, is not a child.

But since I dare to come, Xiao Chen will definitely consider the location of the other party, and consider it.

"With courage, after seeing the details of my Qingyan sect, I dare not escape. The young man is like this, he is not afraid of anything, he thinks that his destiny is in his body. Today, I will let you have a lesson and know what is fear!"

The blue smoke sneer, and he saw him waving a hand, the scented green smoke. At the moment of his fingertips, the moment when his thumb and forefinger are handed over, the sounds of countless swords are ignited, and the sounds of the swords are smashed.

The green smoke has been spurred by the fact that since the establishment of Qingyanzong, many disciples have used the sword to think about the heart of the incense burner. Take yourself as a sword, pay homage to the incense burner, a hundred years and a thousand years, countless days and nights.

Its fingertips waved, and thousands of swords sang together. This sword, traversing the north and south, penetrated the entire hole in the heavens.

On that day, Yunshan’s main peak of 100,000 feet, under the stimulation of this sword, burst into a ray of light, like a sword, illuminating the whole hole.

A hundred miles away, in addition to the smoky light that popped up with the blue smoke, the whole world only has black and white.

The sword light illuminates Xiao Chen's eyes. Junxiu's facial features are more distinct. The sword wind blows away Xiao Chen's long hair, and the ethereal and elegant temperament is even more wild.

Carrying the sect of the sect of the sect, it seems as if the sword light can be opened up, and it will be killed in an instant.

This sword, the Qingyan Zong up and down, are all amazing. They only heard the legendary masters in the past, and once they popped up such a sword.

Today, today, I saw it with my own eyes. It is like a myth and legend in front of me. It is shocking and cannot be described in words.

Everyone believes that under the sword, Xiao Chen will die.

Even if you are lucky, you have to be deeply hurt, and there is no longer a battle.

Xiao Chen's face is dignified, but it is not in chaos. The body of Yin and Yang in the body is quietly blended, and the Taiji force field spreads out.

Hey!

When the Taiji force field appeared, it was a black-and-white world. A burst of light broke out from Xiao Chen, and the whole world resumed its color.

This is Xiao Chen's own strength, hard to beat the other side in the momentum, breaking the general trend carried by this sword.

But this sword, Xiao Chen is not afraid to go hard, carrying a tributary of thousands of years of precipitation.

Winning and picking up is tantamount to eucalyptus. If you can't take it, you can't catch it. It's too stupid to pick it up.

After entering the Taiji force field, it seems that the sword gas that can pass through time and space is already slow in the eyes of Xiao Chen.

Hey!

A little tiptoe, Xiao Chen gently stroked, it seems extremely lucky to avoid this sword.

The end of the sword is in the sea, as if the stream is in the sea, disappearing silently.

Because the charm contained in the sword gas, after losing the target, it will automatically disperse, and the ancestral heritage will return to the landscape.

"Hide away?"

The blue smoke was shocked, and a sword must have been escaped by Xiao Chen. He could not help but anger: "I see you can avoid a few swords."

It’s a slap in the face, and it’s a glimpse of the heavens and the earth, as if it could pass through the air of time and space.

Xiao Chen didn't dare to care about it. He pushed the chaotic gods in the body to the extreme, and the etheric force field carefully slowed down its speed, which was once again evasive.

Hey!

"Oh, I don't believe you can't kill you."

In the end, the smokers were a little angry and ruined, and they were swaying in the direction of Xiao Chen.

In the heavens and blessings of the earth, it suddenly turns around day and night, leaving only black and white and two colors, and it will quickly restore color.

Like the rising sun and the sunset, it was artificially accelerated. Qingyan Zong’s disciples were scared to find that during the day and night, their faces were constantly getting old, and the blue silk became white flowers, as if the time had passed many times faster.

"I see how you can stick to it."

Under the violent attack, Xiao Chen appeared to be somewhat unsatisfied, and the younger smokers could not help but laugh, waiting for the time to make another move.

"enough!"

Xiao Chen, who has been silent for a long time, suddenly screamed and screamed, this life burst, like a thunderstorm on the ground, above the sea, suddenly bursts of countless waves.

"It is poisonous enough. The sacred gates are so consumed, completely ignoring the life and death of the disciples. I have a knife, please ask for advice!"

Qianlong!

In the stormy waves, a drop of inconspicuous sea water empties, Xiao Chen is like a Lingyan, if it will fly but not Xiang, bend a finger.

The demon knife inherits, the dripping water is shocking!