Eight Desolate Sword God

"Hey!"

A stunning sword mang rises in a lush bush, instantly smashing the entire bush and smashing the swordsman whose face is greatly changed.

"Magic Sword!"

The sword demon did not think that there was a peerless master hidden in the forest. The long sword in his hand was a hollow, and a black sword mans broke through the space and bombarded with the swordsman who had swordsmanship.

"Five-level Xuan Zongzong."

There is a sword and a sword, and the face of the sword is slightly changed. He can't imagine that with his own soul's perception, he did not realize that there is a master in the forest.

"Master, this person has been handed over to you."

When the two men played, Ye Chenfeng’s foot movement and illusion appeared behind the sword and shouted.

"You flashed to the side, I came to deal with him, swearing at his life." Sword Ling blinked in the eyes and shot more glaring than the stars, he said overbearing.

"A big tone, I have to see, how do you kill me."

Sword magic face sinks, a huge saber-toothed tiger phantom floats behind him. As the saber-toothed tiger screams in the sky, the soul power in the sword-magic body instantly erupts, and a lightning-fast sword spurs the sword. The chest of the coffin.

In the face of the sword and the thunder, a sword, the sword spirit does not dodge at all, rushing up against the terrible swordsman.

"Looking for death!"

The sword did not think that the sword spirit did not evade its own attack, and wanted to resist with his body, revealing a sly smile.

But the next moment, the sly smile on his face solidified, and the turbid eyes rolled round, revealing a look of a ghost.

"Hey!"

Fruit like a Thunder-like sword in the chest of the sword, like a squat on the mysterious iron, stirring up the spark, but did not hurt the sword spirit one point.

When the sword demon reveals a thick horror, the sword spirit quickly throws out the sword, and the endless sword shadow swept over the sword demon, forcing him to dodge.

A sword grabs the first opportunity, the sword spirit squats on the offensive, and draws a sword and another sword. In the blink of an eye, dozens of swordsmen smashed the sky and sealed all the dodge space of the sword.

"Magic Sword!"

There is no way to avoid it. The six-sword sword is sprayed out in the body of the sword. He holds the sword on the top of the product and stabbs a sword like a black man. He wants to forcibly tear the sword. .

The magical swords of the swordsmen are powerful, but every sword that the swordsman has produced is terrible. Tens of swords and swords are swept together, causing enough attack power to smash a hill.

"Rumble!"

The swordsman who swept in the savage swordsman immediately trembled and only resisted two breaths. The sword was smashed by the swordsmanship.

Yu Wei's swordsman continued to smash the body of the sword demon full defense, and he wore the top armor of the top, pierced the hole, and a large amount of blood flowed out uncontrollably.

There are dozens of swordsmanships that hurt the swordsman, and the sword spirits flashed, suddenly approaching the swordsman full of blood, and attacked him in close proximity.

Swordsman is proud of it. It is called the top attack and speed in the same realm. In the face of defense and invincible swordsmanship, it is helpless. The advantage is completely restrained. It quickly falls into the passive and can only make Out of all the way, to resolve the fierce attack of the sword spirit.

Slowly, the defense power of the sword devil is getting weaker and weaker, and the counterattack speed is beginning to become slow. He knows that as this develops, his defense will soon be broken by the sword, and then he will It will be more dangerous.

"Awful, what kind of freak this person is, why is the defense so terrible? Is he wearing a heavenly armor?"

Swordsman feels that he has at least a thousand swords on the body of the sword, but he does not have a drop of blood and is hurt by a trace, which makes him suspect that the sword is wearing the armor of the heavenly level. No doubt about his identity.

After all, refining this kind of embarrassment goes far beyond the cognitive category of the sword demon, so he did not think about it.

"Thundering the sword!"

The swordsman who retired and retired suddenly screamed, and the rolling soul and the six swords were intertwined, and he took out the strongest sword he currently has.

A sword broke out, and the heavens and the earth co-shocked. The six-sword sword turned out to be a sword-like man, like a lightning bolt, smashing the heavy air and smashing the most vulnerable head of the sword.

"Leiyi! Sure enough, although this sword demon is not as good as me in the sword, but his understanding of the sword is not what I can compare. I just did not force his strongest strength, so I will get nothing. ."

Looking at the air, like a sword of the sky, Ye Chenfeng knows that his understanding of the sword is not enough. He wants to go further and comprehend the deeper swordsmanship. The road is still very long.

The strongest soul technique of the swordsman is attacked, and the sword spirit still has no dodge. His body is like a sword with the same handle, condensing the devastating sword, and smashing the sword of the sword, which is hard to play. Teared the thunder sword.

"What, he is not a person."

Seeing that Sword Ling’s head was attacked by the intensive Raytheon Yuwei, without a trace of damage, the sword demon trembled and finally doubted the identity of the sword.

However, at this time, the swordsman who was extremely fast was close again, and he used his hand to turn the sword, and launched an attack on the swordsman, forcing him to retreat again and again.

"Soul Burning!"

The swordsman of the dangerous circle took a deep breath and burned his own soul power at any cost. He maximized his strength and once again applied the thunderbolt sword. He wanted to force the sword to retreat and quickly leave.

But the most powerful blow to his potential is still unable to cause any damage to the Sword Spirit when he is on the Sword Spirit.

On the occasion of his heart shaking, Ye Chenfeng, who has been waiting for an opportunity, has shot.

A high-pitched dragon screamed in the body of Ye Chenfeng, and the sword was full. The force of 300,000 jins was poured into the giant sword. The terrible power shook the air and there was a dense ripple of water.

"The ruling of seven swords, cold!"

The attack power of his own reached the limit, and Ye Chenfeng controlled the perfect sword, forcibly deducted the power of the avenue, and exerted the strongest blow he currently has.

The swordsman filled with extreme coldness is like a meteor, freezing the air, bombarding the body of the sword, and wanting to kill him with the sword.

"Thundering the sword, killing!"

In a critical moment, the swordsman who burned the soul force spurted out a few bloods in a row, using blood as a medium, and taking the body as a guide, and smashing out a blow like a wild thunder.

Two powerful bombardments together, the power of the explosion is earth-shattering, the vegetation within a radius of one circle is instantly burned, and the earth is also covered with criss-crossing cracks.

"Hey!"

The slain of the hard-sworded swordsman, the cold swordsmanship was instantly shattered, and Ye Chenfeng was also swept away by the terrible Yuwei, and a lot of blood was sprayed in his mouth.

The sword demon relies on absolute strength, and when the morning wind is hit, the sword spirit suddenly rushes into the devastating storm, screaming a few sharp swordsmen, attacking the swordsman who consumes a serious body.

Under a violent attack, the body of the sword was severely wounded, and a **** mark of the road was covered with his body.

If it is not the horrible power of the sword, with the powerful soul force, forcibly weakened the savage attack of the sword spirit, his body has long been smashed into pieces by the terrible sword.

"Blood!"

The body was severely wounded by the sword, and the sword demon did not dare to stay any longer. It quickly detonated a white spar, bursting out a lot of fog, covering up his body, and exerting great damage to the body at any cost. Bloody, turned into a **** light, fled to the mountains, disappeared in the blink of an eye.