Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 1932. Chapter 1932

Within half a year, the famous masters in Long Yancheng challenged him.

After hearing about Xiao Chen’s fame and the bet, the talented leaders who came here to experience even challenged him one after another.

Even the true disciples of the top ten five-tier sects in Longteng County rushed over one by one.

At first, people came to the door almost every day to ask for battle.

But in the last month, only Feng Yuqiang found him, and he was still defeated by ten tricks.

“Old, really old.”

Feng Yuqiang picked up the broken knife and muttered to himself, sighing lightly.

Whoosh!

Xiao Chen landed and said, “Senior, Mo is too sad. Throughout the ages, there have been some peerless masters who have become famous in their twilight years.”

Feng Yuqiang smiled bitterly: “It’s true that there are a lot of them, even I know them, but it certainly won’t be me. Goodbye.”

Feeling sad, Feng Yuqiang shook his head and sighed, leaving alone.

Xiao Chen looked at the other person’s back, thoughtfully, countless people have lost in his hands in half a year.

He will watch every loser’s look and back.

Failure is never terrible. The terrible thing is that once you fail, you lose all fighting spirit.

He also used to be embarrassed in Xingjun’s hands, as if he were to be manipulated like an ant.

It was even worse and embarrassing to lose than these people.

But he still hasn’t lost his fighting spirit, and he has risen today, fighting all directions in Longyan City without a single defeat.

However, this is not what you can, too proud of the record.

Xiao Chen retracted his gaze and said softly: “It’s time to go back.”

In half a year, the cultivation base had reached the peak of the Great Yuan Pill and was only one step away from Xingjun.

Because he had already condensed his soul will, his bottleneck from Venerable Great Yuan Dan to Star Monarch in the Sea of Clouds was not particularly big.

You don’t need to deliberately break through, and you can be promoted to Xingjun successfully when it’s time.

What now needs to be considered is how to take one’s own path after breaking through Xingjun.

He needs a goal and an object to refer to, and no one in Longyan City can learn anything.

After packing up some things, Xiao Chen quietly left Beicheng District in the middle of the night.

Long Yancheng, Southern District.

In a clean and elegant attic, on the top floor, a middle-aged man in a cloak sat cross-legged.

In his hand, quietly placed a simple long sword.

In the quiet and peaceful top floor, there was a ubiquitous sword power, which came from the middle-aged man’s body.

As long as he exists, the sword will not disappear.

Even if he is practicing in retreat, as long as he opens his eyes, he can gain momentum and ready to go.

Give the offender a shocking blow and kill him by surprise.

He, it is Bei Mingfeng.

One of the ten strongest swordsmen in Longyan City, and one of the masters under Nancheng District. For many years, the sword has been under attack.

Relying on the four-foot sword’s edge, few people dare to provoke him.

But tonight, under the lonely shadow of the waning moon, a young man in white walked over.

The moon is not round, the stars do not flash, tonight, it is a bit dark.

The man in white, holding a knife, paced up.

When approaching the attic, Bei Mingfeng opened his eyes sharply when he was ten miles away.

Buzzing!

Qi and machine clash, swords contend.

In the top floor, each piece of decoration was broken and broken, and there were struggling cracks in the pillars.

There was a thick sword intent and sword intent, fighting against each other, allowing the cracks to continue to spread.

The moment he opened his eyes, Bei Mingfeng’s hand grabbed the long sword beside him in an instant, and the sword stretched out half an inch.

The dazzling sword light and the dazzling sword wind made his clothes grow and his hair was full of flamboyance, and he danced frantically.

But the moment he opened his eyes, it was already too late.

Because Xiao Chen had already taken the knife, and he had just opened his eyes.

boom!

The attic shattered in an instant, turning into countless fragments, and at this moment, the sword in Bei Mingfeng’s hand had not yet been completely unsheathed.

Wow!

A ray of stronger blade light completely crushed, annihilated, and forcibly driven the sword wind of North Mingfeng.

Before he could wave it out, the sword in Bei Mingfeng’s hand was slashed into the air.

Kazed, the knife light cut down, and Bei Mingfeng’s right hand, which originally held the sword, was cut off.

The blood overflowed like a spring.

The attic was broken, Bei Mingfeng held the scabbard and inserted it on the ground, kneeling on one knee, his face pale, but he didn’t say a word.

Xiao Chen took the sword back into its sheath, and the light of the sword illuminating the dark night of all directions disappeared.

But the white clothes on his body were still clearly visible in this quiet night.

“I am a man who will report to you. You stabbed me half a year ago and almost killed me. Half a year later, I gave you a knife and broke your arm.”

When the words fell, Xiao Chen took a knife and left, drifting away in the hazy night of the waning moon.

Bei Mingfeng looked at the broken arm with a bitter smile on his face.

He already knew that an evil spirit had emerged in Beicheng District, who had picked up all the experts in Longyan City in half a year.

I had known for a long time that the man was the swordsman in white who had caught his sword with his bare hands.

I also know that before the other party leaves, he will definitely find himself.

But he didn’t leave. First, he couldn’t bear the interest of operating in Longyan City over the years, and second, he didn’t believe it. He couldn’t take Xiao Chen’s cut.

He knew that Xiao Chen was a lonely person just like himself.

Six months ago, when Xiao Chen caught his own sword, he didn’t take the shot and let him go.

Unfortunately, half a year later, he did not catch the knife.

A broken arm is the price of self-confidence.

Picking up the broken arm on the ground, Bei Mingfeng left without a word.

There have been a lot of enemies over the years, and one arm is missing, and if you don’t leave, that is looking for death.

Those enemies would not be as polite as Xiao Chen.

At sunrise, on the avenue to Tenglong City, a black horse-drawn carriage shook the dust all the way and galloped away.

Inside the carriage, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and practiced without slacking off.

Sisi!

Inside, the cold is overflowing, snow flies randomly, condensing into ice feathers, floating around.

Within half a year, the Bing Feather Divine Art had been cultivated to the third level by Xiao Chen.

The speed is already very fast, and in the future, the speed will slow down.

Unless, encounter some adventures, or heaven and earth treasures with ice attributes.

With long hair all over his head, half white and half black, Xiao Chen’s handsome temperament now has more of a strand of coldness.

For three days and three nights, Tenglong City was already in sight.

Xiao Chen still needs to deal with some things before he can leave the Dragon Great World and return to the Tomb Sea Ziyan Sect.

Many gains in the Underground Dragon City, Yan Jing and all kinds of unused heavenly materials and earth treasures, will not be able to be dealt with in the future.

After half a year of cultivation, the spirit jade consumes a lot and needs to be refilled.

call out!

Ma Chengmeng shrank, and then disappeared strangely, printed on Xiao Chen’s shirt that suddenly appeared.

After another half-day walk, we will arrive at Tamron City.

There is no need to use the reincarnation chariot to hurry.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to move forward, a trace of abnormal aura caught his attention.

The boulevard with heavy traffic, I don’t know when, has been quiet, and there are no cars and no one for a long time.

Road closure?

Xiao Chen’s first reaction was that these two words, to what extent can those who can close the road to Tenglongcheng Avenue see the sky with their hands.

Without the permission or association from the princess’s mansion, it is absolutely impossible to close the road.

Because he dare not, who dares to offend Long Tenghou, that is the Marquis pro-appointed by the Immortal Dynasty.

It represents not only honor and glory, but also a kind of deterrence and strength, not a symbolic thing.

Whoosh whoosh!

Lights and shadows flickered, and eighteen figures surrounded Xiao Chen from far to near.

All in black, with only sharp eyes, with a cold and murderous black clothed person.

Steady pace, cultivation is the pinnacle of the Great Yuan Pill.

From the standpoint, you can tell that these people are proficient in formation and are good at fighting together.

“Hand over the ancient dragon totem, and give you a second to think about it.”

“kill!”

Without waiting for Xiao Chen to reply, seeing that he did not quickly take out the ancient dragon totem, the 18 people were full of killing intent.

In an instant, it broke out.

Like a mountain whistling a tsunami and a volcano erupting, eighteen people simultaneously drew out a dagger.

Under their respective feet, a dazzling light bursts out, and the light is connected, forming a three-dimensional array in an instant.

Trapped in it, Xiao Chen was struggling to advance and retreat, killing every opportunity.