Eight Desolate Sword God

"Great, I finally have a contract beast!"

Successfully conquered the ancestral black dragon, and the poetry and poetry was as excited as a child, saying hi.

"The two stars are the ultimate!" The shadow warrior looked at Ye Chenfeng, and it was difficult to hide the surprised expression: "Ye Gongzi, is this black dragon really you hit hard?"

"Otherwise?" Ye Chenfeng showed a faint smile.

"Ye Gongzi's cultivation speed and combat power is really amazing. I think Ye Gongzi came to the 100-star field this time, but also to participate in the Battle of the World War!" The shadow war gods stunned the heart.

"Well, I did come for the Battle of the World War!" Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"With the strength of Ye Gongzi’s exhibition now, he will be able to achieve a good position in the battle of the 100th World War!" Shadow Warrior: "This breaks the Dan to give it to the son, and the helper will break through to the Samsung Road. ."

"Thank you!"

Ye Chenfeng heard the name of Dan Dan, knowing that this is the unique medicinal medicine of the warrior. After taking the service, he can break through the realm in a short time. However, the barrier of the ban is very limited, and it is only effective when the first one is taken. If you take it later, it will have no effect.

"Go, let's go to the Battle City!"

The Battle of the World Wars began soon, and the Shadow Wars and other people did not delay the time. As the poetry poetry collected the huge ancestral black dragon into the portable cave house, they drove the warship to the core of the battlefield. The battle city flew away.

Because the influence of the warriors in the Tianyu and even the extraterrestrial battlefield is not small, they did not encounter any trouble when they flew to the Battle City. After a few days of flying, they came outside the Battlefield.

"This hundred war city turned out to be a complete star land!"

Looking far into the Battle City, Ye Chenfeng was deeply shocked by the earthquake. He did not expect that the Battle City was a star, and he did not know how many.

"Hey!"

When Ye Chenfeng’s warship landed outside the Battlefield, Ye Chenfeng’s keen sense suddenly felt the whole starry sky tremble, and a knives of more than a hundred feet were born. With a terrifying destructive power, the starry sky fell outside the city.

"A terrible sword, a senior, who is he?"

Looking at the stunned swordsmanship, he was burly, wearing a black robes, a long shawl dancing with the wind, and a man who was unruly, asked Ye Chenfeng.

"This person is called the Black Knife, the youngest son of the Dark Lord. The talent is extremely high. The cultivation is less than 5,000 years. It breaks into the six-star demon realm. It is the youngest generation of the Dark Lord. The star of the demon gods in the world of peerlessness." Shadow Wars God said: "Also, this person has pursued poetry, but was rejected by the patriarch, thus the last time the Dark Lords robbed poetry."

"Poetry, I didn't expect to see you here!"

The black knives that appeared strong outside the Battle City suddenly found a poem that was not far away. A smile appeared on the face of the battle, and a heavy knife was slowly coming over.

"Let's go, we are in town!"

The poetry poetry looked disgusted at the black knives, and took the arm of the war gods to enter the city.

"Poetry, how can we be old acquaintances, you are like me, I am very sad!" Black knives with his burly body in front of the poetry and poetry and other people, do not rely on the road.

"Black Knife, I warn you, my father is in the Battle City, if you dare to entangle me, believe it or not, my father married you!"

Feeling the black mad knives, the eyes of the red fruit are constantly glanced on themselves, as if they want to wear their own clothes, see through themselves, the poetry and poetry feel uncomfortable, angry warning.

"Hey me?" The black knife sneered aloud: "I don't have much of you, the war patriarch will swear at me, your warrior is a bit too arrogant."

"You!"

The poetry of poetry is red, but the strength of the black knives is too horrible, and the poetry and poetry can’t help him, he can only be sulking.

"Yeah!"

When he spoke, the black knives suddenly found a summer butterfly that was three points more beautiful than the poetry of the war. The eyes suddenly lit up.

"This girl is!"

Black knives shifted the target and looked at the summer butterfly that attracted him deeply.

"I am inside!"

Ye Chenfeng gently stopped in front of the summer butterfly body, chillingly responded.

"What are you, here is what you talk about!" The black knives screamed and said: "I still don't roll for me."

The word 'rolling' came out, and the terrible sound was like a thunderstorm in nine days. It exploded in the void, and the sound waves slammed into the ears of Ye Chenfeng. The attack turned to his soul and wanted to shatter his soul. .

The black knives are so powerful, and several huge meteorites behind Ye Chenfeng are crushed in an instant, but the spirit of the leaves in the sea is guarded by the gods, and they ignore the whistling attack of the black knives.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng's soul flashed a stinging white light in the sea, and the heavenly sword soul became a sword. The drooping focused on the heavy mind, and the black knives were approached.

"Break the Wave, Break!"

The black knives smashed, and the heavy knife behind it made a terrible knife-sounding sound. A smashed heavy air smashed into the heavenly sword spirit and resisted the attack of the heavenly swordsman.

"Day Sword Soul, I didn't expect you to be a waste!"

Black mad knives rely on absolute strength to withstand the attack of the heavenly swordsman, staring fiercely at Ye Chenfeng, murderous.

"Your strength is not as powerful as it is bragging!" Ye Chenfeng said without any weakness.

"It has been a long time no one has provoked me." The killing of the black knives in the body unreservedly broke out: "Take a knife today and let some people in the Battle City know that I am coming." /

"Enough, black knives, here is not your Dark Lord, if you provoke my warring friends, don't blame me for being rude to you!" Shadow God face sinking, cold warning.

"If **** gods, 弑God is here, I may sell you a face of the warrior, but you are not qualified enough!" The black mad arrogant said, contemptuous.

"Yes? Let me teach you the arrogant capital!" Shadow God said lowly, terrible warfare vented out, incarnate for a female war god.

"The predecessor, he still handed it to me!"

Although the strength of the black knives is terrible, but Ye Chenfeng's current cards can fully compete with him, and Ye Chenfeng also wants to know the strength of the top geniuses of the Tianyu people.

"Hey!"

When the war broke out, a shrill sword slammed the void.

Wearing a white robe, the clothes are fluttering, and the handsome and unforgettable moon leaves are flying on the flying sword.

The next moment, the sword light under his feet maps a peerless sword, and at a speed that exceeds several times the speed of light, he turns to the black knife.

There was a sudden attack by Yue Yeming. The black knives changed slightly and immediately resisted with a broken wave.

But Ye Ming’s attack is far better than him. A sword smashes the black knives directly and directly flies them out. It takes hundreds of meters to stabilize the body and a blood The surface of his right palm ran out and dripped on the ground.

"I don't want to kill people before the war is open!" Yue Yeming looked coldly at the gloomy black madness: "Now, you can roll."

"Good!"

The black knives are angry, but he has not been stunned by anger. He glanced at Ye Chenfeng coldly, Yue Yeming and others, sensible no more shots, clenched his teeth, pressed his heart I was angry and turned and left.