Eight Desolate Sword God

"You are the owner of this nine-star Tiange?"

Looking at the red-haired old man’s chest with a nine-star badge, Ye Chenfeng guessed his identity and said coldly.

"Yes!" The red-haired old man nodded and said: "The courage is not small, you dare to rob this place. It seems that you have not put the old man in the eye."

"You are right, I really did not put you in the eyes!" Ye Chenfeng smiled and said arrogantly.

"Be bold, today the old man has to teach you the strength, see if your strength is as powerful as that!"

The red-haired old man is extremely angry and laughs, burning a powerful blood force, pushing his own strength to climb, reaching the peak of Nirvana, the terrible momentum like the rushing tide, swept to Ye Chenfeng.

"It will be as you wish."

Ye Chenfeng stepped forward step by step, the blood of the gods burned, and his whole body instantly turned red-red, like steel casting, the terrible power climbed, reaching 360 million jin. Directly stunned the terrible breath of oppression.

"Great power!"

Feeling the oppressive feeling in the body of Ye Chenfeng's demon, the red-haired old man's face changed slightly, and quickly spurred a long gun with a quasi-sacred level, rolled the void, evolved the avenue, and shot a thorn Ye Chenfeng.

"Life and death!"

The sacred spurs of the avenue evolved, and Ye Chenfeng did not sacrifice any weapons, and rushed up with his fists.

The life-and-death diagram of the extremely fast maneuver swirls in his fist, increasing the attack power of his fist.

"Boom!"

Ye Chenfeng’s fists collided with the stabbing quasi-sacred guns. More than 300 million kilograms of power and life-and-death-level road maps broke out, madly impacting the sacred guns and smashing the avenues of rifle evolution. Force, hard life will be the sacred gun gun into a crescent moon shape.

A force that exceeded the imagination of the red-haired old man passed through the handle and passed into his arm, shaking his arm with a serious numb feeling.

"A lot of strength, is this person a holy beast? How can you have such a terrible power!"

Feeling the vibrational power transmitted from the quasi-sacred gun, the red-haired old man’s face changed slightly, and he quickly changed his strokes. He pulled back the rifle, and quickly pushed the avenue in midair, intertwining a strong one. The guns, with the power of desperation, attacked Ye Chenfeng like a sea.

"Tianzhu, melt!"

Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts and movements instantly merged with the power of Zhentianzhu, and instantly possessed the peak strength of Nirvana.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng runs the blue sky, and his hands quickly make a few complicated handprints, which condenses a handprint that seems to contain the sky, and continuously smashes the guns that hit him. s attack.

"Qingtianyu, you are the person of the nine-day godland!"

Feeling the power of the heavens in the space constantly pouring into the body of Ye Chenfeng, the red-haired old man mistakenly thought that he was the master of the nine-day **** country.

"You have too much nonsense!"

The exhibition of Qingtianyin broke the attack of the red-haired old man. Ye Chenfeng stepped on the sword step, suddenly amplitude was ten times faster, tearing the chaotic void, appearing beside him, interweaving the way of the sky. His body.

"Magic Sky Gun, Broken!"

The red-haired old man merged the two avenues into the quasi-sacred gun. One shot was stabbed in the space black hole, and the space of the heavens was smashed against the disk of the heavens.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, he felt a little uneasy inside, and the instincts really wanted to dodge.

But the bronze sword spirit attacked faster, and appeared in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye, turning into a sword, smashing his body defense, leaving a deep sword mark on his chest, a lot The blood is sprayed out uncontrolled.

"What are you doing, you don't want to kill the enemy!"

The master of the pastoral saw the red-haired old man injured, and when he was shocked, he ordered loudly.

"Hey!"

A famous Haicheng guard who came back from the gods, summoned their own treasures, and rushed to Ye Chenfeng, trying to use the power of everyone to create Ye Chenfeng.

"Qingtianyu, the heavenly furnace!"

In the face of more than 20 Taobao attacks, the three major spiritual maps showed the body of Ye Chenfeng. He deduced the meaning of the three avenues to the extreme, and turned into a barren with intertwined lines, with Tiandaowei. Pressure, cracked a piece of a treasure, crushed the red-haired old man who was not hurt, and suppressed it on the ground that was shaking.

"Boom!" A loud noise, the stone was shocked.

Under the attack of Ye Chenfeng's display of the heavenly furnace, more than ten pieces of Taobao were directly turned into broken ends, and more than a dozen sea-sea guards who were dodging were also crushed to death by the hardships of the heavens. A lot of blood and water flow in the collapsed ground.

A strong blow killed more than a dozen sea servants, and Ye Chenfeng suddenly looked at the horrified pastor. The four-star sacred soul formed a terrible dizziness. The heavy hammer broke into his soul and directly shattered his soul and killed him on the spot.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, he let the master of the six-level beast kingdom’s realm bleed in seven holes, killing him on the spot, scaring the old man in white and others, and retreating, fearing the footsteps of the master.

"True magic, the body of the devil!"

Teaching to the horror of Ye Chenfeng, the red-haired old man immediately displayed the inheritance of the gossip royal family, and the change became a terrible demon body. A lot of magical spirits erupted like a volcano, and the whole body became bigger and bigger. A pair of bat wings were derived, and his own strength reached the limit of Nirvana.

"Transformation, useful?"

Looking at the red-haired old man who changed into a demon body, Ye Chenfeng showed a sardonic color, and his body flashed, approaching him with strong pressure.

"Town Dragon Pile!"

When the red-haired old man came into the sky with the horror of the sky, the three spiritual road maps that Ye Chenfeng’s head quickly deduced were turned into nine town dragon piles hovering with dragons, descending from the sky, suppressing the entire space, let The red-haired old man has a feeling of being suppressed by nine high-altitude alpine towns, and breathing becomes difficult.

There were just a few city guards who had survived the disaster, and everyone who stayed in the front hall of the Tiange, but could not resist the repression of the Jiuzhen Long Pile. It was directly suppressed into a meat sauce and was killed on the spot. .

"The town dragon pile, how can you get my gossip of the gods of the gods..."

With the pressure of the nine towns, the red-haired old man instantly changed his face. Suddenly, a name that made him feel trembled in his mind, and he couldn’t help but exclaimed: "You are the dust."

"Congratulations, you are right!"

Ye Chenfeng’s mouth was slightly upturned, revealing a devilish smile, and the Dragon Sword was smashed up.

"A word sword."

Bronze Sword Soul and Dragon Sword are combined, and more than 300 million jins of power are completely erupted.

Ye Chenfeng stabbed a sword and was ruthless.

The terrible word sword directly rips open the space, stabbing his body under the horrified gaze of the red-haired old man.

In the face of this attack, the red-haired old man instinctively summoned a bronze shield with a quasi-saint level to defend.

But the power of the sword of Ye Chenfeng is too great. The bronze urn of the Quasi-Shengbao class can't resist it. It is pierced by the dragon's sacred sword, which pierced the chest of the red-haired old man.

"Hey!"

The body of the red-haired old man was completely smashed by the bronze sword spirit and more than 300 million jins of force, which burst open and died on the spot.