Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 1573. Chapter 1573

But sometimes there is only one opportunity. When you wake up, the opportunity is no longer there.

Old Monster Qin was too late to regret, he could only watch the cliff in a daze, and now he understands. They didn’t come to grab some sword art at all, they just came here admiringly to get some insights.

It’s ridiculous that he still doesn’t know what to do, taunting the Shadowless Knife King.

After seeing the unbelievable knife skills of the Shadowless Knife King, Old Monster Qin was convinced, and the predecessor couldn’t help but blurt out the sound.

In the world of high and low strength, the division of seniors and juniors has no obvious boundaries. The low-strength seniors are called the high-strength seniors, even if they are older than others, there is nothing wrong with them.

“The Shadowless Knife King is really unfathomable.”

With a carefree voice, Old Monster Qin glanced at the corpse of the imperial child of the Blood Demon Palace on the ground, his face changed slightly.

The people in the Blood Demon Palace died here, and someone would definitely come to investigate it. He couldn’t continue to live in this place, so he had to leave as soon as possible.

His figure flickered, and after rolling up the bodies of the two apprentices on the ground, Old Monster Qin leaped into the air and jumped directly off the cliff.

An old man is indeed a prudent mind.

But for half a day, the four demon who had fled before arrived here with a young man wearing a blood-colored robe inlaid with gold.

“Guardian Wang Tian, that’s how Boss Qin died, he was nailed to the ground without stopping a single move, and there was no life left.”

The Blood Demon Palace is respected by His Highness. After His Highness, there is also a Taoist Guardian, who is powerful and generally held by the top masters of the elders.

Under the guardian, there are the four great guardians. Most of the four guardians are the children of the royal family after the defeat of the competition, and their strength cannot be underestimated. Except for the powerful protector, in the Demon Temple, it can be said that it is second only to the existence of His Highness.

Fortunately, Old Monster Qin ran fast, otherwise, once this protector came, he would have to give him two lives.

“Shadow Blade King, it’s him again!”

The guardian of the Blood Demon Palace, King Tian, a thick murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

Over the years, there have been countless demon leaders who died in the hands of the Shadowless Sword King. And they all died extremely decisively, indifferent and terrible, and there was no room for negotiation.

All the major demon halls listed this person on the kill list, but this person, the dragon can’t see the end.

The hand does not stick to the knife, people do not take pictures, never get out of the car, and disappear without a trace.

There is so little real news about him, even if he intends to ambush, no one can be found.

“Guardian Wang, the sword ceremony tea party will be held next month, and the Shadowless Sword King should also go, do you want to…”

Wang Tian shook his head and said: “No, although Wuying Knife King is a headache, but he has not actively killed the demon. It is not the biggest trouble. This time we have several major demon temples, and we can’t be because of him. The sword king disrupts the steps.”

“Lord Protector, people from the Water Moon Alliance are here.”

I saw in the distance, a warship with the banner of the Water Moon Alliance, shuttled through the clouds, and flew towards this place quickly.

Wang Tian grinned: “The action is really fast, let you jump for a few days, let’s go.”

This protector smiled mysteriously, and then left with the four demons.

In the great era, the wind is surging, and there is an undercurrent surging every moment. A conspiracy against the leaders of the Kunlun Realm in the Tianwu Region is slowly taking shape.

No matter how or who made this round, Wang Xiaochen of Shadowless Knife, in this round, just passed by for the time being, and left in a hurry.

After leaving Qingyun City, Xiao Chen went all the way north, and slowly landed under a deserted plain in the Tianwu Region.

On the back of the black throne, there are seven magic soldiers inserted, scattered with stars in the sky.

The reason why the chariot became the throne is simple, but it is a long and complicated process.

At Xiao Chen’s realm, the original Flood Dragon Chariot would definitely not be able to keep up with his cultivation, and must be improved and re-refined.

During his two years on Star Island, Xiao Chen was doing this, integrating the seven deadly sins and the battle flag of reincarnation into the chariot, forming a top-notch imperial treasure.

It is extremely difficult to refine.

Fortunately, during those two years, Xiao Chen was in a depressed mood. After jumping off the Emperor Road, he was a little disinterested in martial arts for a long time.

All the time was spent on this, the whole person’s selfless devotion, coupled with Xiao Chen’s ingenuity.

It took two full years and finally succeeded in refining and named the Samsara chariot. There are two forms, one is the chariot form, which is biased towards long-distance driving and cultivation, hiding its breath.

The throne form is more focused on combat, not only can increase momentum, imperial prestige, but also has many magical effects.

As for the two quasi-emperor-level flood dragons, Xiao Chen continued to use the dragon soul to nourish the soul, the dragon aura to wash the gods, and the dragon blood to refine the body.

At this moment, the sky was gloomy, and on this barren plain, no half of a person could be seen.

The black throne slowly descended, like a true emperor, king over the world. On the vast land, countless spirit beasts were trembling with a wave of coercion and shock, unable to even run.

Xiao Chen waved his hand casually, and many spirit beasts, like being amnesty, startled the boundless dust and scattered.

When there is no spirit beast, the whole wasteland is completely silent, even the sound of the wind is still, forming a strange scene.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and fell into contemplation, recalling the bits and pieces of these years, and the scenes of fighting with many swordsmen appeared one by one.

Among these people, there are elders over five hundred years old, Wudi who is less than a hundred years old, males and females, ghost tribes and monster tribes.

Qiang Qiang!

I don’t know how long it took, Xiao Chen’s arrogant blade ejected from behind, and then a handle of the magic weapon was unsheathed one after another.

Xiao Chen, who closed his eyes, swiped at will, and then he was displayed as a soldier. In the mud, seven figures walked out, each holding a magic weapon to practice sword skills.

Two years ago, Xiao Chen’s Purple Thunder Judgment had already broken through to the ninth stage, and the mana in the sea of consciousness had once again increased.

Exercising magical powers, it is more handy and do whatever you want. Referencing things as soldiers has been practiced to the point where you can use them when you reach out, using air as the realm of soldiers.

Seven silhouettes surround the throne, each performing sword skills, boundless sword light, responding to each other, one after another.

But in my mind, there are too many images to think about, and the seven figures are obviously not enough.

In the Universe Ring, a long knife flew out, and with a stroke, seven or forty-nine figures jumped down in the air. After catching the long knife, they landed and started practicing the knife.

With the image in Xiao Chen’s mind, it flickered faster and faster, above the deserted plain. The warrior holding a long sword can change from ten to hundreds, to thousands, and to thousands of changes.

On the barren and vast plains, for a time, the light of swords flooded the sky, and between each other, there was a magnificent picture of thousands of people practicing swords.

Above the ground, faintly, a huge picture of Yin Yang and Tai Chi appeared.

Without knowing it, the tens of thousands of swordsmen split each half and stepped into yin and yang. Five thousand swordsmen are yin, and five thousand swordsmen are yang, and the movements are slowly unified.

The yin and yang flowed, each transformed into a dragon, the original chaotic and disorderly tens of thousands of swordsmen, vaguely looked over. It seems that a person is practicing the sword, and the two dragons are flying up and down, looming.

In twilight, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and the picture instantly freezes.

Xiao Chen spent two years refining the throne under him, and at the same time thinking about his own way. No matter how it changes, the way of immortality, the way of Buddhism, the way of martial arts, and the way of magic, his way has not changed, it is the supreme way.

Relying on the Samsara chariot, he can travel tens of thousands of miles a day, and can traverse the Heavenly Martial Domain in one day. In three years, he traveled south and north, traveled over half of Kunlun, and visited many swordsmen.

The two swords of Taiji and Liangyi in front of you are the most intuitive harvest.

The Liangyi Sword Formation is only the first step of the Taiji swordsmanship. There are four elephants, gossip, and all things behind it.

Click! Click!

The silhouettes of the swordsmen turned into mud, and a long knife with a handle escaped into the ring of the universe. The barren plains returned to peace again, leaving only seven swordsmen, holding the seven deadly sins, guarding the throne in seven positions.

Xiao Chen’s eyes fell on a knife on the throne. Although the seven deadly sins were good, the only thing he loved most was Moon Shadow.