Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation: 1522 Brutal War

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Xiao Chen slightly frowned, this thunder is really weird. Although the other party did not break through the Thunder Domain, he realized Dao of Thunder like him.

However, Strength of Thunderclap and cultivation have already been taken to the extreme, and they have even opened up new ways to play new tricks.

His Blade Dao's Strength of Grand Dao is still just a new Boundary, and may not have too many advantages.

"Come again!"

Thunder King burst into a sip, and scar on his face looked particularly gruesome, and it was One Fist.

His footwork is exquisite, emptiness is empty, every click, there is a little electro-optical twinkling under his feet. Like walking on the flat ground, the strength of his feet is very heavy, which makes his momentum exceptionally stable.

The condensed and undistracted Lei Wei is like a mountain, and it is twinkling step by step, like the mountain is connected.

By the time Xiao Chen was approaching, a majestic mountain range was formed that was undulating and endless.

The power of One Fist looks ordinary, but it is extremely powerful and has many doorways.

Xiao Chen saw this boxing at a glance, and it was not the same as the One Fist just now.

He put Lunar Shadow Blade in his waist, and the huge Daowei quickly dispersed. Behind him, a faint track was formed, twinkling was faint blade light.

The Daolun slowly rotates, let Xiao Chen's Daowei continue to settle, just like the erupting volcano is charging.

When the opponent's fist was completely approached, Xiao Chen drank coldly and made a decisive punch.

peng peng bang!

Fisting with each other, the meat is recruited, and the two fight hard. The sound was louder than thunder, and the sound waves that burst out made people tremble.

It's strange that the space around them has not been broken.

That's because the two are so imposing, they are too strong, too condensed, and firmly fix the space on one side.

The black lightning above the thunder king ’s fist has countless negative emotions. The seemingly ordinary One Fist is actually ever-changing, and each move has a different mood.

And it caused Xiao Chen a variety of horror illusions, Xiao Chen was unmoved by his heart, Samsara Domain, also constantly changing.

Killing, destroying, destroying, despairing, suffering, sorrowing, dying, forming one illusion after another, dissolving and disturbing each other ’s negative emotions.

?? Half a day of killing, the two made thousands of moves, and each other, no one had any help.

The battle between Kunlun and Demon World has also completely entered into fierce heat. Both sides have Ten Million warriors, demon race and Demon Beast, and have full contact.

The brutal fighting sounds are endless, the end of the world Hell, World, but nothing more.

With the passing of time, the situation is increasingly unfavorable in the face of Kunlun Realm, and the king-level combat power of Demon World is more than three times that of Kunlun.

At the beginning, he could barely carry it, but slowly, one-on-two became one-on-one, three-on-four, and the result became worse and worse.

"Are you dying?"

Lightning Palace An Junxi, very tired, he ca n’t remember how many demon race and Demon Beast he killed. Finally, he was stopped by Demon Clan, three king-level martial emperors, with one-on-three, gradually becoming unsupported.

Two Ray Demon Clan's King Great Emperor, and a three-headed magic dog, coldly looked at him.

shua shua!

Suddenly, this side of World suddenly flew boundless snow, and among the snowflakes, a palm print of Giant Cold Ice was shot on the three magic dogs.

As soon as crack was heard, the giant hand of Cold Ice, like an iceberg, directly crushed the bones of the three magic dogs.

"An Junxi, will you give up so soon?"

Bai Wuxue came. He saw An Junxi in danger and hurried over to support him.

"You can rest assured that I will never die in front of you, ha ha ha!"

An Junxi warmed his heart and laughed: "Come, let's go together!"

"Okay!"

The two fought side by side without any greetings, and were once again fighting.

An Junxi can be saved, but Xia Hou will never be so lucky, when his father lays down his opponent and arrives. He had been bitten off by a king-level demon wolf, and if he was angry, he would die soon.

"My son!"

White Tiger Saint Lord, crying and running, can't help shouting.

Xia Hou smiled bitterly and reached out to touch his father ’s face: “My father, do n’t be sad, the children do n’t scramble. The biggest guilt of my life is Titled as King. I'm so sorry for your pains! "

"Don't say it, it's all over. You can rest assured that I will take you away and I will cure you."

"Go? Where can I go, Kunlun is gone, and where will there be our home, my father ..."

Having said half of Xia Hou's utter desperation, his right palm suddenly snapped on Earth Below, as if returning to the light. Half of the body suddenly rose into the air, and flew towards a Giant demon snake, and then made a violent explosion with a loud bang.

With the king-level devil snake, they all die together, there is no dead body.

"Ah!"

Unable to bear the grief, the three Saint Lord shouted, and the both eyes was bloodied: "Damn it!"

"Xia Xiong ..."

Xuanwumen Holy Child, Fengyun Wuji who grew up with Xia Hou and grew up together for a while. The price of this moment is that there are several wounds on his body.

The tragic situation is happening everywhere. The number of Kunlun Realm warriors who occupy the disadvantage must exhaust full power to fight.

Because there is no way to retreat, the mountains are all innocent plains, and there are inferior warriors who do not reach the Emperor Wu cultivation level.

For Demon World, those people are like sacrificial offerings and food, without any resistance.

"Chu Yang, I'm so tired, it seems like I'm going to fall asleep."

circulation Star Palace, Moon Palace Saintess, pale, weak and lying on Chu Yang ’s back, like a dream, whispering.

"Then sleep, don't think too much, I will wake you up."

Chu Yang smiled softly. The sword light in his hand was as bright as the sun. He cut a Blood Clan Wu Emperor in half.

Although he was laughing, the tears in his eyes shed silently.

"Okay, then you remember to wake me up, I'm going to sleep." Fu Hongyao lost his vitality completely, protecting Chu Yang's arm and falling silently.

puff puff!

Chu Yang, who had been besieged by several batches of Blood Clan emperors, had several swords in his body, too late to speak, and his mouth spit out Fresh Blood.

Several Blood Clan emperors, withdraw long sword, Chu Yang thumped, and fell to his knees. Strength of Primordial Chaos, the exhausted Chu Yang, is really powerless to resolve this wound. His life force is passing by quickly, but there is no way.

"Sorry, I can't wake you up."

The words fell, Chu Yang fell to the ground completely, and died together with Fu Hongyao.

"Fuck, finally dead, these two male and female dogs, both dead, are still sticking together. Separate them to me and crush them to pieces."

An emperor Blood Clan spit out a broken blood and said coldly.

Abruptly, a ghostly sword light swept through, several Blood Clan warriors who were ready for action, head flew up and were split into two halves in an instant.

Emperor Blood Clan, said in horror: "Who is pretending to be a ghost."

"Swallow Thirteen."

crack!

Killing swordsman Yan Thirteen, I do n’t know when appeared was behind this Blood Clan emperor, backhanded a sword, and stabbed into the Blood Clan emperor ’s Emperor's Heart, killing him instantly.

Looking at the two corpses entangled on the ground, Yan Thirteen, who had never had much affection on life and death, couldn't help but stop.

Huh huh!

He looked cold and looked at the two bodies, his feet motionless. The right hand that holds the sword is constantly waving, without looking behind him, the sword light shines, and a group of Blood Clan warriors who sneak up on the surroundings are slashed and screamed again and again.

In the end he still left, glanced calmly at the battlefield, most places needed support, picked the most serious one, and walked silently.

His strength makes people see no depth, obviously has the strength comparable to the 9 Heavenly Layer emperor, but there is no breath to reveal.

With a murderous sword, he walked around on the battlefield, no one could stop him.

Another clearance, a sword cut off the head of the last enemy, Yan Thirteen just ready to receive the sword. The headless body of demon race exploded almost at the same time.

When Shenguang dissipated, Yan Thirteen saw Emperor Wuque/perfect who had just closed his fist, and two former opponents met in this way.

"Your fist is one step slower than my sword." Yan Thirteen said.

Emperor Wuque/perfect smiled and said: "But my fist is much more than your sword, killing demon race."

"No matter how much you can kill, we ca n’t get back to heaven by both of us."

Emperor Wuque/perfect smiled evilly: "Do you dare to play big tickets?"

Yan Thirteen raised an eyebrow: "You said."

Emperor Wuque/perfect looked at the Xiang Tian dome and muttered: "It is the Supreme who can really change the battle, but our Supreme has been dragged down by the other party. As long as there is a Supreme, Teng take action, it will be alleviated now Situation. "

Yan Thirteen sweeps at will. The battlefield under the Supreme, except for a few places, has been killed and retreated. Like the receding tide, the Demon Clan warrior and Ominous Beast are endless, approaching like a torrent.

In the face of this general trend, the small-scale victory he created was very insignificant.

As the advantage Demon Clan occupies becomes more and more powerful, they will soon be targeted and besieged by the real Expert(s).

If the bottom is completely defeated, it will inevitably affect the supreme match.

Emperor Wuque/perfect's gaze was fixed, looking at the Demon Emperor, Demon Emperor, and Shadow Demon Emperor who were fighting with Abandoned Heaven God Emperor: "We will kill Supreme, do you dare!"

"If you dare to fight, why don't I dare."

Yan Thirteen has long ignored life and death, and his killing Sword Dao has never been afraid of the word.