Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The voice of Jin Wuji fell, and two people immediately walked to the open space on the floor. The empty space of the empty table was very large. If it was just a general discussion, it would be far enough.

"The two remember to stop, don't hurt the peace." Jin Wuji is both a moderator and a half referee. See someone once again knowing that you don't hurt.

"Oh, Jin brother assured, my Liu Meng knows the size, will never hurt Zhou Xiong."

"Golden brother is relieved, I will only use up to 50% of the force."

The two people who came out had a chuckling face and a calm tone, but the smell of gunpowder between the words was very strong, and they were opposite each other.

Jin Wuji slightly frowned, re-sitting next to Yue Chenxi, said: "Let's get started!"

boom!

When the voice fell, the two men each made a move. The fists and the feet touched each other in the air, and the violent anger blew away, each retreating ten meters.

After a few moments, I quickly rushed forward, and I was violently fighting. One person was flowing away from the red-hot pillar of light, while the other was flowing with the invisible wind.

The original understanding of the two is the artistic conception of the fire. One is to understand the artistic conception of the wind, and the situation on the court has a high degree of accomplishment.

The fists and the feet smashed hundreds of moves, the two were equal, each retreating, this time finally moved to the real grid.

Liu Meng took off the big knife on his back. The knife was three inches long and six feet long, but it was a fierce thick back knife. The idea was to immediately climb the flame of red flame.

The warrior surnamed Zhou, with his palms, took out two long swords from the space ring, and held it tightly in his hand, which turned out to be a rare double sword flow.

The sword is five feet, three points and **** wide. The blade is transparent and white, sparkling with cold light, and the small whirlwind from the sword blade from time to time.

Hey!

The two screamed toward each other with a roar, and the Zhou surnamed Wu took advantage of the unique speed advantage of the wind, and surrounded Liu Meng’s constant moves, and the two long swords danced up and down.

The swords and shadows flew, forming a light curtain to cover Liu Meng in the inside, the speed is fast, plus the advantage of the double sword flow, Liu Meng can only be backhand from time to time.

Although Liu Meng has fewer shots, he spends most of his time evading, but whenever he seems to be defeated, he will shoot out and kill the opponent’s long-awaited killing.

Therefore, for a time, two people can not help but who can not help, the light of the surname Zhou from the scene, a large advantage, because Liu Meng can not keep up with his speed.

Jin Dabao said in the side: "The two men entered the second round in the last five-nation hegemony. The knife was called Liu Meng, and the double sword called Zhou Lingheng. In their respective countries, it can be regarded as First-class master, now has the strength of the next product Wuwang."

"The talents of Daqianguo and Ji Changkong and others should not be much worse, but their domestic competition is fiercer than Qin, so the current strength is stronger than Ji Changkong."

Xiao Chen nodded and agreed with Jin Dabao's views. Both of them had their own artistic conception and realized a great situation. It is still a long way from the completion of Dacheng, but it is not easy to be able to reach this step.

"You said who can win." Looking at the two men in the battle, Jin Dabao asked.

Xiao Chen thought for a moment: "Liu Meng, his understanding of the artistic conception of the fire is a little deeper. He already has a little of his own things in it. Every time he makes a move, he can accumulate each other with countless strokes. The advantage is instantly broken up."

"In contrast, Zhou Lingheng, using only the speed of the artistic conception of the wind, there is no personal understanding. I guess his understanding of the artistic conception is likely to be personally directed by the teacher, rather than his own understanding."

The artistic conception of the wind is not only the speed. At the beginning, the battles between Xiao Chen and Murong Chong will be understood. Smart, ethereal, invisible, random, and public, these are the characteristics of the artistic conception of the wind.

Yue Chen, who is next to Kim Wuji, heard a word, and his eyes flashed a trace of color. Some doubts looked to Xiao Chen. According to what he knew, Zhou Lingheng’s artistic conception was indeed his master’s personal promotion.

"You are a small top-grade Wu Zun, when is it eligible to turn to you to comment on the battle between Wu Wang, where do you see Zhou Lingheng is going to lose, don't understand, don't talk, don't flash your tongue. ”

Seeing Xiao Chen said that Zhou Lingheng was going to be defeated. A warrior with a good relationship with Zhou Lingheng said that he immediately retorted loudly.

One person next to the interface also said: "Yes, Liu Ling, Zhou Ling's constant pressure, even the ability to backhand is very limited, how can it be defeated."

"This time, Jin Gongzi did not invite you. If you don't ask yourself, don't talk and talk. Just look at it and wait until you come to the king of Wuwang."

Jin Dabao was in a hurry and was about to open his mouth. Xiao Li stopped his faint road: "Within three strokes, Zhou Lingheng will lose, no matter what they say."

Some of them are jumping clowns, and Xiao Chen is too lazy to pay attention to it. When the facts come out, they will hit their faces.

"Ignorance, how can Liu Meng win in three strokes."

"Zhou Lingheng has pressed Liu Meng, it is difficult to backhand, how can it be defeated, but also three strokes to defeat, ignorant children, you know."

"I am afraid that this person has been in the Great Qin Dynasty for a long time. I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the land is. I really thought that I was out of the big Qin country, and I could be as good as before."

"The countries in the bottom of the Greater Qin Dynasty and the five countries are also very interested in expressing their opinions here."

The battle in the field continued, and there was no distraction at all because of the discussion outside the court. It is already a master of this realm. If it is so easily affected by the external environment, it is hard to be called a genius.

Zhou Lingheng slammed the double-sword dance, and the Jianfeng Hehe, shocked a gust of wind, and Liu Meng once again pressed and died, and the momentum continued to climb.

When the momentum is about to rise to the top, Zhou Lingheng's eyes are condensed, and the two swords are combined, ready to display the killings to end the battle.

clang!

At this time, Liu Meng’s shot was once again, and once Zhou Lingheng’s momentum was at its peak, he used Zhou’s flames to force Zhou Lingheng’s killing.

This is the third time. Zhou Lingheng’s killings were broken by Liu Meng three times in advance, and each time he regained the bottom when the momentum reached its peak.

In the field, Jin Wuji and Yue Chenxi, while shaking their heads gently, the so-called three, three times without success, there is no chance to win, Zhou Lingheng wants to lose.

Damn, actually he was broken, Zhou Lingheng felt a sense of urgency, but did not care too much, the other party can not catch up with his speed, his momentum can be accumulated again.

boom!

Just as Zhou Lingheng was preparing to reinvigorate, Liu Meng suddenly laughed and said: "Chou brother, you will not think there is still a chance to start!"

Liu Meng has been suppressing the momentum, bursting out, the flames of the foot vacated, a beastly beast above the head, Zhang Yang dance claws, arrogant and mammoth.

Under the roar of the evil beast, Liu Meng’s artistic conception of the fire was raised to the extreme, and Zhou Lingheng, who fell to the bottom of the momentum, was completely suppressed. The artistic conception of the stroke was quickly squeezed by the artistic conception of the fire.

Soon, he was crushed to a corner, unable to move, Zhou Lingheng's face changed greatly, and the mood was suppressed. My speed would not be an advantage.

Liu Meng took the knife and bowed his head. Zhou Lingheng put the double sword together and resisted it, but his strength could not be as good as Liu Meng.

At this moment, the artistic conception was completely suppressed, and it was even more resistant to it. The sweat on the forehead was dripping and supported.

"defeat!"

Liu Meng sighed softly and slammed forward. The entire fourth floor was gently shaken a few times. Huge power came and Zhou Lingheng was immediately shot and flew out, and fell to the ground.

Zhou Lingheng lost, within three strokes, and really within three strokes, with Xiao Chen said that there is no discrepancy, a person who had previously ridiculed Xiao Chen, suddenly felt dull and shy.

"How can I really be guessed by this kid? He really only has the repair of the top grade Wu Zun!"

"The guess must be guessed, we can't see, how can he see it." Several people are depressed and depressed, as long as they are deceiving themselves.

"Yes, it must be guessed, but it is not so good to see him, it is too arrogant."

"If it wasn't for the little girl here, I couldn't help it. I have to take a look at this kid."

"Amount, it seems that someone can't help it, Bai Shuiheng has gone up."

A man dressed in white with a long sword at his waist walked calmly toward the front of Xiao Chen. He said: "Whitewater Heng, I just heard your comment. It seems to be a bit of strength. I want to ask for advice. I don't know if I can. ""

The fat man whispered: "This guy is a friend of Zhou Lingheng, help him come to the field, it is best to be careful."

The gold-minded in the middle, slightly frowning: "White water is constant, you are repairing the martial arts of the martial arts. You are only one step away, and it is not appropriate to discuss it with a top-grade Wu Zun!"

In the past, Xiao Chen fell his face. In his heart, he hoped that Bai Shuiheng could teach Xiao Chen.

But the other party is a friend of Su Xiaoxiao. Secondly, Yue Chenxi is just next to himself. At this time, it is better to show off the light of the performance. Maybe it is likely to attract the attention of the other party.

But who knows, Xiao Chen completely ignored his proposal, looking at the purple current that loomed over the other side, and immediately came to the interest.

The other party was actually a swordsman who understood Lei’s artistic conception and got up and looked at Bai Shuiheng, whispering: “I accept your challenge!”