Eight Desolate Sword God

"Come on, you must not lose!"

Ye Chenfeng is the only hope for Zilin to get out of trouble. If Ye Chenfeng can defeat God, she can pin her soul on Ye Chenfeng and leave the ghost place where she has been trapped for countless years.

"Reassured, I won't lose!"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and once again propped up the powerful sword field, fighting the strength far more than his god.

"The field of sword is strong, but your strength is too weak to play the true power of the sword field, so the power of the field does not threaten me!" God said faintly, not because of Ye Chenfeng's ancestors The realm can be astonished by the evolution of a complete domain.

"Hey!"

A shot of God's old and quick spurt, such as a stunned, stabbed into the field of the sword, attacking Ye Chenfeng.

"Ancestral Soul Soul, Broken!"

In a critical moment, Ye Chenfeng controlled the ancestral sword spirit into a black sword, and a sword stabbed the sword.

"Hey!"

In a series of intensive blasting sounds.

Ye Chenfeng borrowed the power of the ancestral spirit and the field of the sword to break the old attack of God.

"I have to look at it, you can break my attack."

The stunned fist was broken, and the old man continued to attack with a light rifle and attacked the field of the sword.

"Chaotic Promise!"

Looking at the road like a stunned gun man, Ye Chenfeng emerged behind a huge chaotic **** wood shadow.

Under a single blow, Ye Chenfeng combines all the powers, and blasts out the power of chaos, destroying and smashing the power of the horrible fist.

"Jianbu!"

When two powerful attacks were fiercely opposed, Ye Chenfeng stepped on the swordsman and instantly passed through a heavy storm, approaching the old man and rushing him out of the three thousand gods.

"Boom!"

A deafening blast sounded.

Under the attack of the three thousand Huashen fists by Ye Chenfeng, the space where God was just located collapsed.

However, the old reaction of God is too fast, and the flashes of the eye are a few kilometers away, so that Ye Chenfeng’s blow is directly lost.

"Primary, your attack speed is a bit slow!" God, who is hiding in the distance, said faintly.

"Predecessors, you can see if I can escape my attack!"

The light of the light at the foot of Ye Chenfeng flashed, and the footsteps flew to the gods.

When approaching the old ten meters of God, Ye Chenfeng suddenly speeded up the flow of time and punched the gods.

"Time Acceleration!"

Looking at the sudden increase in attack speed, Ye Chenfeng, God's old instinct to dodge.

But when he was dodging, he accidentally discovered that Ye Chenfeng’s fist continued to slow down and slowed down.

"Not good!"

After a short pause, Ye Chenfeng, who repeatedly used the time to slow down the rules, hit a shot on the body of God. More than two trillion kilograms of power suddenly broke out, and the power of the **** was broken. Into the old body of God, crazy destruction of his body, hard to give him a few steps back.

"Time Acceleration Rules, Time Deceleration Rules!"

"I didn't expect you to master the two changes in the time rule!"

God reveals a touch of unexpected color, and he is more and more valued by Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng's melee attack is precisely to try to pass through the close body, let the brains intimately sense the old body of God and find the Achilles heel of his body.

"His chest!"

Under the sensation of the brain, the early morning feeling of Ye Shenfeng seems to be the source of his strength, but because the speed of God’s dodging is too fast, the brain can’t be sure, the old body is really deadly. Where is the location.

The position of the chest is largely locked, and Ye Chenfeng holds the ancestral sword spirit and continues to attack the gods.

"A sword is godless!"

Ye Chenfeng pushed the four ancestral road maps to the extreme, a sword stabbed, the terrible sword of the gods took the brilliance of the heavens and the earth, and a sword smashed the whole space and stabbed the old chest.

Ye Chenfeng stabbed a sword, and God did not dodge, holding a light rifle to fully attack.

"Hey!"

The tip of the gun, the tip of the sword collided together, suddenly igniting endless fire, the terrible power centered on the two great soldiers, spreading everywhere, tearing the entire space.

"Deeping your mind, speeding up!"

Ye Chenfeng clenches his teeth, inspiring the invincible sword body, more than two trillion jin, the field of swords, the power of the four ancestral road maps, desperately attacking, letting the brain brain close to sense the old body Change, looking for his Achilles heel.

This sword, Ye Chenfeng almost used all the power.

But the strength of God is too horrible, only ten breaths, Ye Chenfeng’s physical injury began to increase, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on his mouth. He clung to the right hand of the ancestral swordsman, and was even more powerful. The earthquake shattered and cracked the road.

"Primary, your strength is too weak to beat me!"

God violently exerted his strength, and a pair of guns smashed the ancestor’s sword spirit, and shook the ancestor’s swordsman’s soul. The Ye Chenfeng flew out and fell out. Kilometers away.

"This, he won't lose!"

"If he loses, what should I do, I am not going to stay stuck in this ghost place!"

Looking at the old shot of God, the wounded Ye Chenfeng, Zilin was somewhat desperate.

"not necessarily!"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and pressed the body's tumbling blood to quickly repair the cracks of the ancestral swordsman and continued to attack the gods.

Under the practice of life-threatening, the gap between Ye Chenfeng and Shen Lao is too great. He has tried his best and almost used all the cards to prevent him from hurting God.

And he was hand-held by a light rifle, and a gunshot spurt out, and the body injury continued to increase.

"Primary, you don't admit defeat!"

Looking at the serious injury, Ye Chenfeng, whose clothes have long been stained with blood, said that God did not bring a trace of emotion.

"Continue!"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and said with high morale, holding the ancestral sword spirit and propping up the field of swords, and continued to launch fierce attacks on God.

"Well, I have to see, how long can you hold on!"

God said indifferently, holding a light-length rifle to continue attacking, piercing a pair of rifle guns, breaking the attack of Ye Chenfeng, the hole wearing his body.

"It's over, everything is over!"

Looking at the flesh is almost smashed by the gods, almost only the morning air of the parry, Zilin is like a blue sky, falling into despair.

"You don't admit defeat!"

Looking at the increasingly serious injury of Ye Chenfeng, God’s old and indifferent eyes revealed a glimmer of appreciation and asked loudly.

"Continue!"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and controlled the blood of Hongmeng to forcibly suppress serious injuries.

Although Ye Chenfeng’s injury is very serious, he has no despair in his heart, but his eyes are more and more determined by blood.

Under the sensation of the brain, he basically locked in the Achilles heel of God.

"The success or failure is here!"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and was not afraid of death and rushed to the gods and gods.

When God's old arm and light rifle were merged, such as a stunned thorn, Ye Chenfeng's eyes locked somewhere in the old chest.

The next moment, he cast a sword that has never been used, and launched a fatal blow to God.

"Wan Jian is a patriarch!"

Ye Chenfeng raised the attack power of the invincible sword body to the extreme, and instantly evolved tens of thousands of invincible swords, annihilating the entire space and killing the Achilles heel of God's old body.

The sword is returned to the ancestor, and the old instinct changes the tactical defense.

But the attack power of Wan Jiangui is too horrible, and Ye Chenfeng intentionally attacks his body's Achilles heel.

"Boom!"

In a series of intensive blasting sounds.

Wan Jian returned to the ruins of the old defensive, and stabbed him in the body's Achilles heel, and flew him out.