Eight Desolate Sword God

"People in Fengyun Valley."

Looking at the boy’s left chest, there was a golden cloud, and Ye Chenfeng immediately recognized his identity.

"I count to three, if you don't roll again, I will blame me for being ruthless."

The white boy saw Ye Chenfeng indifferent, his face gradually turned cold, and a strong murderous scent came out of his body.

"No need to count, let's go."

Although Fengyun Valley is the absolute hegemon of Beixue County, the disciples in the valley are the North Snow County, but Ye Chenfeng is not afraid of him, he said he is overbearing.

"I'm interested, I didn't expect you to be a small Wufu disciple, and dare to be against me." The white boy was very angry and laughed: "I hope you can polish your eyes and behave in the next life. Some people can't afford to sin."

Speaking, the white boy blended the power of the soul beast, and the snakeskin sword in his hand gave a piercing sword, a glaring white light, and the white robes of the young boy stabbed at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. To the throat of Ye Chenfeng.

"Thirteen thousand pounds of force, broke out."

The white boy spurs a sword, and Ye Chenfeng immediately runs the six-pulse god, blending the physical strength with the soul force, bursting out the ultimate strength, and a sword greets him.

"嗤"

The swordsman who was stabbed by the white boy was broken open by a strong sword of the morning wind. The Panlong epee with a weight of 130,000 jin was stabbed on the tip of the snakeskin sword, and the powerful force was hard. The students bent the body of the sword and shook the white arm of the young boy with a feeling of numbness, and a stream of blood flowed down the skin of his arm.

"Well, great power."

The white boy did not put Ye Chenfeng in his eyes at first, so this sword did not use all his strength. After waiting to play, he only saw the horror of Ye Chenfeng.

"Flower cloud thorn!"

One hit to take the lead, Ye Chenfeng immediately casts out the sword, intertwined with the sword, and teared the air, and the hole penetrated the chest of the white boy.

"Fengyun Jiujian."

Feeling that Ye Chenfeng is more difficult than his own imagination, the white boy’s decisively exerting his soul skills counterattacks, and a fierce swordman like a silver dragon, squatting on the stream.

"Boom!"

The two souls collided together and suddenly launched a powerful shock wave, which shocked the ancient wood around them and became a broken piece. The ground under the feet also showed a crack.

"The Fengyungu disciple is really not simple. Just the sword is afraid of being a level-level soul skill with a low level."

Ye Chenfeng saw that the white boy was in a hurry, but he was able to withstand the flow of the cloud, and he was shocked by the details of the wind and the valley, and the flash of light at his feet turned into three speeds and continued to attack him.

"Fengyun virtual step."

Ye Chenfeng rushed in, and the white boy immediately stepped on a weird step, moving in a small space, and rushing with Ye Chenfeng.

"Dangdang..."

A large number of Mars splashed around in a fierce battle between them. The blink of an eye, the two played against each other more than ten times, and the intensive attacks were dazzling.

"Fengyun Jiujian, a sword is moving."

Hundreds of moves with Ye Chenfeng, the white boy not only did not suppress Ye Chenfeng, but his arm was also numb by the powerful Panlong epee.

Experienced that Ye Chenfeng completely crushed his strength, the white boy immediately changed his strokes, his toes slammed into the air, and the body swept up in the air, stirring a sword in the air, stirring the wind and the clouds, as if the dragon fell The world slammed into the past with Ye Chenfeng.

"Sword is a double heaven."

Silver-white swordsmen attacked, and Ye Chenfeng’s swords were sprayed out of the body, blending with the Thirteen thousand jins, and infusing them into the Pangu epee, and squatting on the sword-like awns.

"Boom!"

The two powerful forces collided together, and once again stirred up a thousand layers of waves, powerful forces bombarded the body of Ye Chenfeng and shocked them at the same time.

Yes, Ye Chenfeng only stepped back three steps, but the white boy was able to step back five steps, which showed that Ye Chenfeng’s attack power was still above him.

"Swords, you have just cast a sword." The white boy's face changed greatly. He couldn't imagine it. The four-level beast would have the realm of Ye Chenfeng, and he realized his dreamy sword.

"Congratulations, you got it right."

Ye Chenfeng’s mouth is slightly upturned, and the foot is moving and phantom, and the young boy rushes away.

"Xuanhan Lingshui, Frozen."

In the vicinity of the white boy, Ye Chenfeng used the power of Xuanhan Lingshui to release a strong cold and icy to the white boy.

"Hey!"

Unable to prevent it, the white boy’s body has a thick layer of frost on his body, which constantly freezes his body.

Although the strength of Ye Chenfeng is still unable to exert the strongest power of Xuanhan Lingshui, but the strength of the white boy still can't resist the power of Xuanhan Lingshui. The water freezes the body.

"Changyun palm!"

With the power of Xuanhan Lingshui, the white boy was frozen, and Ye Chenfeng immediately printed a palm at the ice sculpture. The palm of the three clouds collapsed and pierced the ice, and the bombardment was carried out. White teenager on the body.

"Hey!"

Seeing that the white boy is about to be killed by Ye Chenfeng, suddenly, a white glow is mapped out of his body, resisting the attack of the collapsed palm.

"Hey!"

With the amulet from Fengyungu, the white boy escaped, but he was still hit by Ye Chenfeng, and a lot of blood was sprayed in his mouth.

"Kid, I remember you, I will take your dog's life the next time I meet you."

There is only one amulet, and the amulet is lost. The white boy has no means to save his life. If you leave a word, you want to leave.

"There will be no next time."

Ye Chenfeng moved to the phantom at the foot, catching up with the white boy who was not hurt, and once again, with the power of Xuanhan Lingshui, he sealed his body.

"Fengyun Jiujian, Fengyun breaks Kyushu."

This time, the white boy was prepared, and at the moment when his body was frozen, he forced the display of the most fierce killings of Fengyun Jiujian regardless of physical damage.

Fengyun Jiujian is the soul-level skill of Fengyun Valley. It has great power. The wind and cloud breaks Kyushu and is the biggest killing weapon of Fengyun Jiujian. The power is comparable to the top-level soul skill.

In the face of such a terrible sword, Ye Chenfeng did not retreat, but fully attacked.

"killing the sword, the wind and shadow."

Ye Chenfeng burst into a bang, the second sword, the thirteen thousand jin, and the power of Xuanhan Lingshui all infused into the Panlong epee.

A sword smashed out, the air violently violently, and the powerful swordsman directly opened the white robes and forced the display of the wind to break Kyushu, and a sword smashed into his body.

Like cutting tofu, he broke the body of his beast and cut his body into two halves.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng appeared behind him, grabbing the moment when his soul beast dissipated in his mind, running soul-eater, swallowing the soul beast in his mind, and ending his life.

Killed the Fengyun Valley six-level beast to be a genius in the realm, Ye Chenfeng immediately took away his relics, and the fire red sword, after his body was destroyed, quickly left.