Eight Desolate Sword God

"Predecessors, it's you!"

Looking at the sudden appearance of a gray-haired old man who kicked the swordsman back, Ye Chenfeng immediately recognized that he was the mysterious old man he had met in Baijiancheng.

"Ye Xiaoyou, wait for me to suppress him first, let's revisit the old!"

The gray-clothed old man showed a friendly smile at Ye Chenfeng, and launched a fierce attack on the scarred sword god.

"Domain, this gray old man is a half-step virtual god!"

When the old man in the gray coat attacked, there was a mysterious space force around the body. Ye Chenfeng showed a shocking color. The old man who was shocked by the gray coat was not a great ancestral power, but a half-step virtual god.

The injury of the sword **** is very serious. The attack of the gray-haired old man who can't resist the half-step virtual realm is completely suppressed by his fierce attack.

And he mobilized a semi-ancestor sword, but it was crushed by the power of the gray-shirt old man's control domain, and could not hurt the gray-shirt old man.

"Erosion Day, repression!"

The old man of gray clothing has a thought, summoning the likes of the red sun, the best ancestral eclipse of the Japanese Emperor, controlling the eclipse of the eclipse to release the horror of the ancestors, slamming on the body of the sword god, strong suppression He was seriously injured.

"Forbidden stone, seal!"

Next, the old man in gray coat summoned a stone containing magical power, turned into a black hole in space, and banned the sword **** in the forbidden stone.

"Predecessors, how come you?"

Ye Chenfeng vaguely guessed the identity of the old man in gray, and slowly came over and said.

"I came here to take one thing for the master!" The old man in gray clothes showed a faint smile, and said with kindness.

"Are you a red day?"

Gazed at the old face of the old man in the gray coat, God Henggu searched for memory, thought of his identity, and said unexpectedly.

"Yes, it’s the old man!" The old man in gray clothes nodded and said: "God is ancient, God is imaginary, and the sky is gone, we have met again. I didn't expect you to be with the little master."

"Little Lord..."

When I heard the name of Ye Chenfeng from the ancestors of Chiri, God Henggu, Fu Tianzu and others showed a strong shock.

"Predecessors, do you really know my father?" Ye Chenfeng asked to resist the excitement inside.

He came to the virtual world, in addition to looking for the moon, but also looking for Ye Wuji, now, he is very likely to know the news of Ye Wuji from the mouth of the ancestors of the red.

"Yes, the old man is the servant of the Promise God!" Chiri ancestors nodded.

"The predecessor, my father, is he still okay? What is the situation of my mother? Are they still in the sixth?" Determined the identity of the ancestors of Chiri, Ye Chenfeng brainstormed the problem.

"The Promise God is still in the small six roads. Now the small six roads have been completely controlled by the master. He is using six powers to resurrect his wife." Red ancestor nodded and said: "Now the wife's resurrection has reached the last minute, if No accident, the lady should be able to resurrect immediately."

"Great!" After learning the news, Ye Chenfeng was even more excited: "For the predecessors, what do you want to take in the sword field? Is it for resurrecting my mother!"

"Yes, if you want to resurrect the lady, you must integrate several major sources, and I will come to the sword field for the origin of the sword!" Chiri ancestors nodded.

"The origin of the sword, the source of the sword in the sword field!" Ye Chenfeng is clear about the terrible power of the source, and the origin of the sword is his dream, but compared with the Shen Yaotian, the origin of the sword is not What kind of.

"Well, if I didn't guess wrong, the real sword **** is blending the origin of the sword and hitting the realm of the virtual god!" Chiri ancestors nodded and said: "I didn't have much control from the sword god. Take away the origin of the sword, but with the help of a small master, then the chances of winning the source of the sword will be greatly improved."

"Reassure to the predecessors, no matter how much the price, I have to take away the source of the sword from the sword god!" Ye Chenfeng clenched his fists and said with a firm tone.

"Let's go, let's go to the sword temple, the sword in the restricted area. If I didn't guess wrong, the body of the sword should be in the sword!"

"Good!"

When finished, Ye Chenfeng and his entourage followed the ancestors of the Red Emperor, tore up the ban, and came to the sword temple to defend the area.

"Hey!"

When Ye Chenfeng and others joined forces to break through the ban on swords, a shrill sword rang.

Swordsmanship with dozens of feet long, like a dragon, broke out the sword, and took the invincible Jianwei to the party of Ye Chenfeng.

The swordsmanship that flies out of the swordsmanship is extremely powerful, but the strength of Ye Chenfeng and others is extremely terrifying. The red ancestors gently waved their arms and smashed the fallen swordsmanship.

The next moment, the 18 stone statues standing outside the sword suddenly opened the closed eyes, blending the power of the sword, forming a powerful sword array, blocking the entrance of the sword.

"Hey, the district array method also wants to block the old man!"

The ancestors of Chiri screamed coldly, stepping out in a step, and appearing in the sword array in the form of a circle, forming a strong red-day field around the body, melting the swordsmanship that was coming, and being indestructible. The stone statue burned to ashes.

Between the blink of an eye, the eighteen stone statues turned into fly ash, and there was no harm to the ancestral patriarch.

"The power of the field is really powerful!"

Looking at the scene of the Red Emperor's ancestors in the field of the Red Sun, it was easy to destroy the 18 stone statues, and the gods and other people showed the envy.

They are only half a step away from the condensed field, but they know that the difficulty of crossing this half step is too great. In the long river of history, there are too many peaks and ancestors can not cross this small step. I have not been able to condense the field for life.

"Let's go, let's go find the sword god!"

Forcibly destroying 18 stone statues, Ye Chenfeng and his party immediately flew to the sword, looking for the sword **** hidden in the sword, and the power of the gods.

"The power of a strong ancestral pulse!"

Flying into the sword, Ye Chenfeng clearly felt that the sword was filled with powerful ancestral power. The strength of the sword temple was beyond his imagination. He had a feeling, the ancestral temple of the Temple of the Sword. I am afraid that it is related to the rise and fall of the sword field. If it is destroyed, it will have a great impact on the sword field.

If the sword **** borrows the power of this terrible ancestral pulse, his combat power is very likely to rival the real virtual god.

The gap between the virtual **** and the half-step virtual **** is like the heavens and the earth. It is difficult for ten and a half steps to defeat the true virtual god.

"Two original primaries, speeding up the ancient ancestral flag, sealing the ancestral veins in the sword!"

Feeling the threat posed by the ancestral temple of the sword temple, Ye Chenfeng summoned the two original birthmarks, let them hold the three ancient ancestral flags, broke into the sword, and approached the sword at a very fast speed. Under the huge ancestral veins, forcibly swallowed and sealed the ancestral veins.

"Well, who is that?"

When the two original primaries broke through several kilometers of strata and entered the ocean-like ancestral veins, an old man who was bathed in the ancestral veins was found in the ancestral veins.

"Hey!"

Feeling the proximity of the two original birthmarks, the old man suddenly opened the closed eyes and shot hundreds of millions of lights.

The next moment, the whole ancestral pulse surged, such as the long river of screaming, bombarded the two original primaries, who wanted to annihilate them in the ancestral veins.