Eight Desolate Sword God

"Zizhu, there are three Zizhu!"

Entering into the mysterious space, Ye Chenfeng saw at the deepest part of the space that there were three purple bamboos that were nearly one meter high and leafy, bathed in the mist of life, and the fourteen groups were born. The spirit surrounds the three purple bamboos and changes into various forms.

"Strange, there is no single-angled dragon saying that there is a pearl!"

Ye Chenfeng released a powerful soul, covering the entire forbidden space. In addition to discovering three Zizhu, the spirit of the fourteenth group, the pearl of the birthing spirit was not found.

"Can the beads escape my soul perception?"

Ye Chenfeng feels that it is not simple here. The mind will summon the swordsman who is invincible, and slowly approach the three purple bamboos. I want to transplant these three purple bamboos into the Qiankun environment and capture the fourteen. The spirit of the group.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a very subtle spatial wave of sound passed into Ye Chenfeng’s ear.

"Sword Spirit, Defense!"

Feeling that there is danger behind him, Ye Chenfeng’s instinctive control of the sword spirit is behind him, using his indestructible body to resist the danger.

"Hey!"

Sword spirit squats on the surface of the body, and a vibrating sound is heard. The powerful anti-shock force fluctuates with a dense ripple in the space and spreads everywhere.

"It's the bead, it's hidden in the crack of space!"

Returning to the morning of Ye Chenfeng, seeing the sneak attack on the white beads that the horned dragon said, the body of the Tao broke out instantly, forming a big hand, flowing a lot of lines, With the momentum of Mount Taishan, I grabbed it.

Ye Chenfeng’s convincing Daxin grasps the white beads. The white beads suddenly reflect more glare than the sun. A soul power beyond imagination is released in the white beads, shattering Ye Chen. The wind is condensed by the big hands.

"The terrible soul power, the soul in this white bead, is Nirvana!"

Feeling that the soul in the white beads is beyond imagination, the sword is attacked, and the energy in the body is consumed by a third. Ye Chenfeng does not dare to care, immediately summoned the 18 swords of the Qiankun, surrounded by Around the body.

"Hey!"

The white beads flashed, and the strange disappeared in front of Ye Chenfeng, and the speed quickly deceived Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.

But the soul of Ye Chenfeng has been tempered and powerful, and it directly locks the attacking trajectory of the white beads, and controls the Qiankun sword array to trap it in the array.

But the attack speed of the white beads is astonishing. The Qiankun swordsman has just condensed, and it is pierced by it. As a cold light, it flies to the chest of Ye Chenfeng.

"Swords!"

In the critical moment, Ye Chenfeng did not dodge, the whole arm was merged with the Emperor Sword, and the sword was revealed. A sword was cut through the space, and a sword stabbed on the white beads.

Next, the number of avenues, more than 50 million jins burst out at the tip of the emperor's sword, hard to resist the attack of white beads.

"Great power!"

Feeling the power of the earthquake in the Emperor's sword, Ye Chenfeng's palm trembled, and the arm of the Zhongpin Dao had a sharp crack and infiltrated the blood.

"God's blood, burning!"

The arm is injured, Ye Chenfeng does not hesitate to burn the blood of the gods, and the change becomes the body of the demon. The power of more than 150 million jin is red in the morning light, such as the steel cast body. It broke out and was injected into the Emperor's sword, which finally shaken the attack of white beads.

"Hey!"

The white beads are radiant, and a large number of births are turned into a sly tiger. The sky screams and screams with devastating power, attacking Ye Chenfeng.

"The ultimate in life, destruction!"

I feel that the eye-catching tiger contains a daunting force of destruction. Ye Chenfeng knows that this is the ultimate destructive force formed by life, and even more terrible than the general destruction.

"The blood of the dragon, burning, real dragon!"

Hanging tigers attacked, Ye Chenfeng immediately burned the blood of the dragon, the amplitude of seven times the soul force, transformed into a real red dragon, swaying a huge body, Long Wei Zhentian and hanging eyes The tigers collided together.

"Boom!"

The dragon and the tiger collided, and the power of the explosion destroyed the land.

Two powerful attacks repudiated nearly ten breaths and began to burst.

At this time, the white beads broke into the air and wanted to penetrate the chest of Ye Chenfeng.

"Suzaku Ding!"

The soul of Ye Chenfeng has already locked the white beads. When the white beads hit, Zhuque Ding broke his body, overflowing with the hot fire, and a fierce collision with the white beads, fierce impact together. .

"Hey!"

The soul of Suzaku suddenly made a painful roar.

The front of the hard white beads, the ancient Taobao Zhuque Ding lost, not only the soul of Suzaku was injured, Zhuque Ding was also shaken back dozens of meters away.

"Three heads and six arms!"

The power of white beads is beyond imagination. Ye Chenfeng does not keep the cards, controls the power of the body, and turns into the three-headed six-arm limit form. He holds swords, axes, hammers, cymbals, ge, shields, and six heavy rifles. The attack turned to the white beads.

When he attacked with all his strength, the eight killing apertures also revealed his body, venting the terrible power of killing, increasing his attack power.

"Hey!"

In the early attack of Ye Chenfeng's six heavy squadrons, the white bead surface whipped up a dense burst of sound, and the tide-like offensive engulfed it, restraining its attack.

"Dizziness!"

At the same time as Ye Chenfeng’s full attack, he continued to release a powerful soul, forming a heavy stun force, bombarding the mysterious soul hidden in the white beads, as long as it can be wounded, it can greatly weaken the white beads. Attack power.

With the attack of Ye Chenfeng, six heavy soldiers, a 150-million-pound tidal attack, white beads quickly circling, stirring the space, forming a strong airflow, and finally, formed a sweep The tornado of the heavens and the earth smashed the attack of the six heavy treasures.

"Tianzun blood, burning!"

The tornado that was filled with the power of destruction shook back. Ye Chenfeng took up six heavy soldiers and burned the last big blood. He ignited the power of the sky and melted into the body to further enhance his strength. India, blending with the power of evolution to the ultimate, bombarded the wind tornado that swept through.

Qingtianyu is the next sacred sacred, the evolutionary attacking sacred power is enormous, and Ye Chenfeng's six arms are simultaneously printed, causing more destructive power than imagination.

A tornado in the shadow of a blue sky, the tornado formed by white beads broke, and the fierce powers shook the white beads.

"Dragons, the demon genius, the gods, and the soul of the sword, who are you?"

Suddenly, an old voice rang in the white beads.

The next moment, the white beads are full of souls, an old, full-bodied head with white beads, a pair of turbid, like a pair of things, looking at Ye Chenfeng, want to put him see through.