Eight Desolate Sword God

After three days.

Ye Chenfeng and his party successfully left the desolate forest.

This trip, Ye Chenfeng not only picked more than 1,200 dead flowers, but also got six unimaginable values, which can improve the ancestral roots of 30,000 years of life, and get from the poetry The real thing of the Chinese character.

More importantly, the chaotic beast, the golden lion, the blood lion, the worms swallowed a lot of demon and the sacred blood, all began to evolve, once they level up, it will greatly enhance the self of Ye Chenfeng in the Tianyu The power of protection.

"Ye Big Brother, Xia Sister, thank you very much this time. Without you, I will not only be unable to get the ancestral ancestors, but will also be killed in the desperate forest. When there is a chance, you will go to the battlefield ancient war city. Look for me, I will take you around the battlefield!"

There was a desperate ancestor tree, and the poems and poems were given to the two of them to each other. They said goodbye to the two of them and they would drive the sacred beast to leave.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng appeared next to the poetry of the war, grabbed her silky little hand, and showed a dignified color on her face.

"What happened to Ye Ye, what happened?"

Looking at Ye Chenfeng, who is holding his little hand tightly, the poetry poem reveals a hint of doubt.

"There is danger, we quickly enter the desolate forest!"

Ye Chenfeng took the opportunity to take the war poetry and the summer butterfly and return to the desolate forest to hide.

"Interesting, I didn't expect you to discover the existence of the Emperor!"

A cold and squeaky voice suddenly sounded. One man was wearing a black robes, his body was tall and tall, his long black hair danced with the wind, and the man with strong magic in his deep eyes appeared in midair.

And at the moment he appeared, an infinite amount of pressure poured out of his body, such as a winding mountain, oppressed to the three people of Ye Chenfeng.

"A terrible magic, this person is the six-star demon of the Mozu!"

Looking at the black robe man in front of him, Ye Chenfeng has a feeling of guilt, and this feeling only occurs when facing the Lord of the North.

But the strength of the person in front of him is far less than that of the Northern Muse. Ye Chenfeng guessed that he might be a master of the Six Stars.

"Hei Pengdi, how come you are here?"

Looking at the black robe man who was standing in the air, the poetry and poetry changed his face, and he couldn’t help but step back.

"Princess poetry, you don't have to be nervous, I am not malicious, and will not hurt you. I just want to invite you to the Dark Lord!" He Pengdi showed a faint smile and looked pale. The poetry of poetry.

"I won't go to the Dark Lords with you!" War poetry said hard, constantly thinking about ways to get out.

"This is not for you!"

Black Pengdi said indifferently, he must take the poetry and poems and kill Ye Chenfeng.

"Ye Big Brother, Xia Sister, don't worry about me, leave here quickly, otherwise he will kill you!" The poetry poetry knows the means of Heipeng Emperor, and the voice urges the Tao.

"Reassured, he can't kill us!"

Ye Chenfeng gaze at Heipeng, hesitating whether to forcibly awaken the gods, and use his power to obliterate Heipeng.

At the time of the sound, a powerful power, as if to cover everything, has shattered the body of Heipeng, and with the power of suffocation, he caught the poetry.

"Sword Spirit, resist!"

The summer butterfly and Ye Chenfeng looked at each other and immediately controlled the combat power to meet the sword spirit of the four-star Tao.

Swordsman squats with a sword, like a half-moon sword, squatting in the sky, the terrible Jianwei wants to split it.

"The ants are ants, and the ants will never move the tree!"

Hei Peng’s pupils shrank and pressed down a palm. The terrible palms directly pushed the swordsman down from the air and pulled the ground out of a large pit.

"The candle dragon, I am in danger now, help me quickly!"

The wolf squats to the side of Ye Chenfeng, and immediately calls for the gods of the candle, wanting to wake him up.

"Black Peng Emperor, you bully my warring princess like this, is it too bad to put my warrior in the eye!"

Don't wait for the gods to wake up, a distant female voice came from far away.

The next moment, an illusory afterimage of the sky cut through the sky, carrying a terrifying war, appearing in the poetry of war.

"Shadow God!"

When I was wearing a golden armor, the body was bumpy and revealing, and the woman with a different style, the face of Hei Pengdi changed slightly, and the arrogance of the singer suddenly disappeared.

"A terrible breath, this shadow war **** is actually a master of the ranks of the North Master!"

Looking at the sudden appearance of the golden armor, Ye Chenfeng’s inner shock, it can be said that the shadow war **** is his ascend to heaven, he has seen the strongest master, and even if he faces this level of master, even if he hides Qiankun is also useless.

"Well, today I will give you a face to the shadow war!" Heipeng left a swearing sentence and wanted to leave.

"Go? Are you leaving?"

The Shadow War God took a step and the whole space changed earthly. The terrible warfare, such as the erupting volcano, infiltrated the entire space, formed a prison of war, and directly trapped the Black Peng Emperor. .

"Shadow God, is your warrior wanting to break with my Dark Lord!"

Although Heipeng Emperor is a six-star demon, but the strength gap between him and the shadow war **** is too big, it can be said that in the face of the shadow war god, he is like a child who will just leave, can not stand a blow.

"Why, do you think my warrior is afraid of your Dark Lord?" The war gods said with arrogance: "If you the Dark Lord wants to fight with my warrior, my warrior will accompany you, but you may not see That day."

Speaking, there was an invincible sword in the hands of Shadow Warrior, and the whole space seemed to be split into two halves by this knife, and turned to the black Peng Emperor who had changed his face.

The time of life and death, Heipeng Emperor constantly resisted with a defensive bottom card.

Now, the strength of the Shadow War God is too horrible, and the defensive cards that Hepeng Emperor continuously played are constantly being blown up.

Although Heipeng Emperor used the defensive bottom card to resist the opportunity to dodge this knife attack, but he was still injured by Yu Wei of this knife, and his body was covered with cracks.

"Wait, don't kill me, as long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to promise you any conditions!"

The time of life and death, Heipeng Emperor began to beg for mercy, praying for the shadow war God can spare him a life.

After all, there are hundreds of millions of monks in Tianyu. There are only a handful of people who can cultivate to the six-star demons. If they are killed, all the efforts of Hei Pengdi will be turned into past clouds.

"Poetry, can you let the Shadow Wars give him to me?"

Seeing the terrible strength of Hei Pengdi, Ye Chenfeng started the idea of ​​controlling him with the soul-sucking brain. If he can control Heipeng, he does not have to disturb the magic candle.

"Yes!"

The poetry of poetry reveals a strange color. I glanced at Ye Chenfeng and immediately gave a voice to the **** of war.

There was a poem in the poetry of the war, and the brow of the shadow warfare was slightly wrinkled. A flash appeared in front of the shocked Hei Peng emperor and launched a fierce attack on him.

There are less than twenty breaths, like a pool of mud, and the black Pengdi, who is covered in blood, fell to the ground and fainted in the past.

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