Eight Desolate Sword God

"Three less masters!"

Seeing the scene of Ye Chenfeng’s three-footed black robe man, two white-haired old men suddenly rushed, desperately rushed to the **** battle station, wanting to kill Ye Chenfeng, for the black robe Man revenge.

"Why, you also want to challenge me at the fighting platform!"

Looking at the two white-haired old men who were burning with anger and anger, and Ye Chenfeng showed a faint smile, fearless.

"Primary, do you dare to fight?" Two white-haired old men said quietly.

"There is nothing to dare!"

Although two white-haired old men reach the five-star ghost realm, Ye Chenfeng holds too many cards, killing the general five-star ghost master is like killing chicken.

"Good, let the three young masters bury them!"

Two white-haired old people were afraid that Ye Chenfeng would repent, summoning two best spirits, and attacking Ye Chenfeng with one left and one right, trying to kill him.

"Hey, there aren't even half-day sacred devices, you are really shabby!"

Ye Chenfeng sighed softly, and more than two hundred of the best spirits of the Holy Spirit flew out of his body, and quickly turned into a powerful battlefield in front of him, easily resisting the attack of the two. .

"What, two hundred and ten best swords of the true spirit, what is the origin of this guy, the foundation is so deep!"

The value of the best spirit sword is extremely high. It is already extraordinary for the average person to have two. And Ye Chenfeng suddenly summoned 210, and suddenly shocked the audience, making some people feel incredible at the place.

"乾坤剑雨!"

Resist the attack of the two people, Ye Chenfeng combines the **** blood beads and the mixed yuan beads, and hardly promotes the strength to the main realm of the four-star road, controlling the heavenly sword spirit into the Qiankun sword array, leading the sword The amplitude of the array is powerful, and it turns into an infinite sword rain. The attack is directed at the white-haired old man.

"Ghost Dragon is now!"

The power of Qiankun Jianzheng was too fierce, and instantly suppressed the white-haired old man. In order to reverse the situation, they tried their best to defend, while they greeted two sly ghosts and roared and attacked Ye Chenfeng.

"Hey!"

Two ghosts and dragons attacked, and the power of Ye Chenfeng’s whole body reached the limit in an instant. The power of the spirit of the dead spirit was poured into his fists, and two punches were blasted in succession. Dragon.

"Hey!"

After Ye Chenfeng was filled with the power of death, the two ghost dragons immediately gave a painful mourning. The faucet of the dragonfly appeared a crack, and the huge body was shaken and turned to the back. .

"Heaven and Earth Seal!"

Next, Ye Chenfeng’s hands twisted quickly, and the rolling force and strength merged into two squares that gave birth to the stars of the heavens and the earth, and bombarded the huge bodies of the two ghost dragons. The terrible destructive force directly smashed the body of the ghost dragon and shattered them.

"A hit!"

Strongly breaking two ghost dragons, Ye Chenfeng plunged up, and the mind controlled more than two hundred swords of Qiankun into two giant swords, hanging down the heavenly waterfall, and slamming into two A white-haired old man.

"Flash!"

Feeling the horror of the two-hundred-year-old giant sword, two white-haired old men did not dare to pick up, instinctively ducked to the side.

Although they rely on the speed to avoid the smashing of the smashing, but the power of the emptiness in the void still hurts them, and the body is even out of control.

"Hey!"

The light of the light at the foot of Ye Chenfeng flashed like a flash of lightning on the side of a white-haired old man.

"Dead!"

Ye Chenfeng hits the palm of his hand, and the purple electric float is now in his palm. The terrible purple thunder bursts out and slams into the white-haired old man.

After the horror of perception, the white-haired old man constantly plays a defense card to defend.

But the power of the purple electric attack is comparable to that of the next product. The white-haired old man in the five-star ghost realm can't resist it.

With the summoning of the cards he summoned, the purple electric power that hits the bamboo is bombarded on his body, directly smashing his half body and falling softly on the ground.

"Big Brother!"

Seeing that the companion is in danger, another white-haired old man’s weeping roar, fighting all the attacks to Ye Chenfeng, wanting to save his big brother.

"No one can save him!"

Ye Chenfeng is faster. In the twinkling of an eye, there is a white-haired old man, and his foot smashes his head, smashing his soul and killing him on the spot.

"I killed you!"

Looking at his eldest brother was killed by Ye Chenfeng’s head, and the remaining white-haired old man gave a cry, and burned the nucleus and the whole body at all costs, and fiercely fired at Ye Chenfeng. Attack, want to kill Ye Chenfeng revenge.

"Stegosaurus, sleepy!"

Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts moved, and more than 200 swords of Qiankun quickly swung up and turned into a terrible sword dragon roll, directly trapping the white-haired old man inside, and madly destroying his body.

"Ghosts!"

After being attacked by the sword tornado, the white-haired old man raised the speed of the sneaky scorpion to the limit, desperately attacking, and the hard-boiled tearing of the powerful spiral tornado.

"Thinking, not so easy!"

Ye Chenfeng sneered and slammed a punch at him, filled with more than 5 billion kilograms of strength and arrogant fists and bombarded him, and the explosive power forced him back to the sword tornado. .

"No!"

Under the attack of Qiankun Jianzheng, the body of the white-haired old man is getting more and more serious. The sharp sword of the dragon constantly cuts his body and cuts off his vitality.

Gradually, the attack power of the white-haired old man is getting weaker and weaker, and he has been unable to tear through the Qiankun sword array.

"The Terran Kid, the old man will not let you go!"

There is no life, the white-haired old man has issued a cry of sorrow, and at the cost of detonating the source of power, the most deadly blow to Ye Chenfeng.

"Boom!"

A skylight energy light column flew straight into the sky, exploding the shovel to swallow his sword, and bombarded Ye Chenfeng at a very fast speed.

But Chen Chenfeng reacted extremely quickly and quickly retreated to the edge of the fighting platform. Relying on the strong body, it resisted the fatal blow of the white-haired old man's self-destructive nuclear.

"Receive!"

When the nuclear self-explosive force gradually dissipated, Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts moved and took away the relics of the three men in the black robe. Under the watchful eyes of a pair of awe, they jumped off the battle platform and prepared for the summer butterfly. go away.

"You are really courageous, dare to kill the two major elders of the ghost family and the ghosts in public. Are you not afraid of ghost revenge?"

Suddenly, a wonderful man’s posture was blocked in front of Ye Chenfeng, and the voice was clear.

"It's you!" Ye Chenfeng looked at it. I didn't expect to see the woman who came to the original street in the original color skirt: "For the enemy, I never show mercy, no matter what his identity." /

"There is not a small breath!" The tall woman, wearing a white dress, elegant and temperamental, the beautiful woman can invite herself: "Do you have time? Let's find a place to sit!"

"Good!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded and followed her away from the noisy fighting arena. He came to an elegant environment, nestled by the lake, and the garden was full of flowers and flowers.