Eight Desolate Sword God

"Hey!"

The original hormonal tract with the martial arts of Samsung is extremely powerful. Under his mad devour, the power of the ruins of the ruins of the ruins of the mountains is madly lost, and the strength of the original tract is rapidly increasing.

"Well, how is the power of Zumai suddenly lost?"

A woman who was tumbling on the bed with a delicate and beautiful female disciple suddenly realized that the power of the ancestral veins was continually lost, and sat up in bed, showing a shocking color.

"Sovereign, what's wrong with you?"

The body is full, a soft and trembling delicate woman, gently hugged the body of the broken day, some spoiled.

"Take me a little farther!"

Feeling that the power of the ancestral veins is really dying out of the source. I feel the seriousness of the situation. I directly flew out the woman with a beautiful face and quickly put on her clothes and rushed to the ruins of the ruins of the mountain. The land of the pulse.

Not only failed to ask the day, but also felt the loss of the strength of the ancestral veins, breaking the sword, and the elders Huo Da and others felt at the same time, surrounded the entire ancestral veins.

"No, the breath of the Sword Soul is gone!"

When breaking the sword, breaking the day and waiting for people to come to the land of the ancestral veins, I found that the swordsman who guarded the ancestral veins for countless years disappeared, and his face suddenly fell.

"Who is this, who did this!"

Sword Soul is the patron saint of the Broken Mountain Swordsman. His death has a great influence on the Broken Mountain Swordsman.

When the question was broken, I thought of Ye Chenfeng at this time. I first contacted the news beads to contact Yue Feier.

At this time, Yue Feier, who is full of red face, is taking advantage of this excellent opportunity to make a smashing image of Ye Chenfeng.

"Ask the day, that Ye Chenfeng is not in Yanjianfeng!" asked the calming sword.

"I just contacted the month, that Ye Chenfeng was with her, did not leave Yan Jianfeng!"

"Who is doing that!" The broken sword brows tightly together, releasing a powerful soul that covers the entire ancestral veins and searches for suspicious targets.

"Well, someone in the ancestors!"

When the powerful soul of the broken sword penetrated into the ground and found that the original birthplace was madly devouring the ancestral veins, it suddenly became angry, summoning the treasure of the ruins of the ruins of the mountain, and the golden sword of the top grade. A sword opened a hard ancestral home and attacked the original birth.

With the improvement of strength, the body of the original road tire is more and more hard, and the top sword of the heavenly sacred weapon cannot hurt him.

He relies on the indestructible body to withstand the attack of a golden sword, and continues to open the body's acupoints, madly devour the power of the ancestral veins, slowly accumulate energy, and impact the four-star ancestral realm.

"What are you doing, don't attack with me!"

Breaking the sword to raise its own strength to the peak, holding the golden sword to attack the time of the semi-column incense, found that he could not hurt the original birthmark, and immediately ordered the smashing swordsman to attack together and wanted to gather everyone. Force to destroy the original birthplace and keep the ancestral veins.

"Boom!"

Under the attack of the masters of the ruins of the mountains, the whole ancestral veins trembled fiercely, and a huge crack spread all around, and the whole hundred Jianfeng peaks were caught in chaos.

Breaking the sword, breaking the day and others, although the power of the joint attack is strong, but still can not hurt the original tires.

Slowly, the strength of the ancestral veins of the Broken Mountain Swordsman became weaker and weaker, and was eventually completely swallowed up by the original birthplace.

The devour of the sacred ancestral veins of the broken mountains, the original road tires accumulated enough energy, broke the realm of shackles, and possessed the strength of the four-star ancestral realm.

"Original road tires, let's get out of here!"

Because it is still necessary to rely on the broken mountain swords, participate in the upcoming battle for the sword palace, and touch the upper level of the sword field. Ye Chenfeng did not let the original road tires open and kill, so that he took the hurricane to the extremely fast The speed flew outside the broken mountain sword.

Sword soul is killed, the ancestral veins are swallowed, let the sword break, and the day is plunged into madness. They scream in anger, regardless of the strength of the original territorial terror, holding the two towns of the broken mountain swordsman The treasure is fully attacked.

However, their attack is tantamount to ticking the original tire, and it is impossible to hurt him.

"Ask the day, this person is handed over to me, you quickly open the guardian squad, block the entire mountain sect, don't let him escape!" The sword broke loudly.

"Yes, Master!"

After the day, I nodded, summoned a powerful array, launched a large-scale escort, formed a strong ban, blocked the entire Bai Jianfeng, and sealed the original tire. Retreat.

"Original road tires, kill!"

Hundreds of swords were sealed, and Ye Chenfeng immediately ordered the original birth through the Qiankun.

After receiving the order, the original tire gave up and fled, suddenly turned and slammed a punch at the chasing sword.

A fist blasted, the heavens and the earth stunned, the terrible fists smashed and ruined the entire space, with the suffocating power, smashed the golden swordsmanship of the destructive swords, and bombarded them. His chest.

Although the sword of the law relies on speed, it does not escape the original attack of the road tires, but the power of the original road tire is too great. The bombardment is in the void, and the force of the earthquake is still shocking. It is very uncomfortable.

"Why are you in the end, what hatred with my broken mountain swords, why kill me the sacred soul of the mountain swords, destroy my ancestral pulse!"

Teaching the original road tires with a punch, the broken sword pressed the body's tumbling blood, far away from the side, the voice of low voice asked.

"If you don't want to die, just open this big array and let me go, otherwise I don't mind cleaning your mountain sects!" The original tire opened his mouth, making a hoarse voice, a cold warning. Road.

"You..."

When you hear the warning of the original birthmark, the gas is broken and the sword is raging, but he does have some scruples about the original birth.

"I counted to three. If you don't start the war again, don't blame me for killing!" The original tire was said to be awesome.

"Master, what should we do?"

The loss of the soul of the sword, the loss of the ancestral pulse, is equivalent to smashing the arms of the broken mountain swords, facing the invincible defense, the strength of the original and surprisingly original tires, breaking the day when the six gods have no owner, have to voice Ask for a broken sword.

"What to do..." The sword is also in distress.

"One...two...three..."

"Since you don't know how to live, let me send you to hell!"

At this time, when the law-breaking sword and other people hesitated, the original number of births was three.

Next, he seems to be an invincible **** of war, carrying a suffocating ancestral force, attacking the most powerful sword of the broken mountain sword.

"Wait for you!"

The original road murderous temperament hits, and the sword is timid.

But the original tires simply ignored him, and they continually blasted a fist that smashed the void, smashing the golden sword and attacking and bombarding his body.

"Hey!"

In the attacking power of the sword, the golden sword’s attacking power can hardly withstand the three broken emptiness of the original road tires.

The Golden Sword of the Broken Mountain Jianzong Town Zongzhibao was shattered by the hard fists of the original road tires.

"Go to hell!"

The original tire was suddenly exerted, and under the gaze of the sword, suddenly close, tearing his attack and grabbing his body.

"Ah..."

With the painful sorrow of the sword, his entire body was torn into two halves by the original tire, and the soul that wanted to escape was also shattered by the ancestors spit out of the original tire.

The broken mountain swords are in the middle of the stream, and the sword is only a line away from the ancestral home.