Eight Desolate Sword God

"咻咻咻..."

The sound of the piercing air rubbed, and the mirrored hand-held giant scorpion sword continued to display a sniper-sword. The lightning-fast swordsman rolled up the vast and unparalleled sword, constantly attacking the body of Ye Chenfeng, forcing him to retreat again and again. The blood in the body tumbling violently, and a stream of blood flowed down his mouth.

"Successful swordsmanship, 400,000 strength, give me a break!"

In an absolute downturn, Ye Chenfeng burst into a bang, letting the world's astounding swordsmanship and 400,000 jins all melt into the giant scorpion sword, inspiring the attack power of the giant scorpion sword, a sword stabbed. The instant kills a sword.

"Hey!"

Two powerful attacks collided together and immediately rang the intensive blasting sound. A terrible force surged into the arms of Ye Chenfeng through the giant sword, which shook his arm skin and caused a lot of blood. The controlled rogue came out and dyed his arm into blood red.

"You are not my opponent, or give up early, let me send you back to the West." Mirrored the leaves of the morning blood, Ye Chenfeng, pale pale morning wind, said arrogantly.

"I won't give up until the last minute."

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and pressed his body to seriously hurt him. He clung to the giant sword of the tens of thousands of pounds and said firmly.

At the moment of physical injury, Ye Chenfeng wanted to use the shadow of the golden needle to directly attack the soul of the mirror and reverse the situation of passive beating.

But in the end he gave up.

"If I can't even beat myself, talk about what is going on without the road, and talk about what is going on the peak of the martial arts." Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, clenched his fists and rekindled his fighting spirit.

"Interesting, I have to see how long you can hold on."

Touched the eyes of Ye Chenfeng who burned the fire of fighting spirits. The mirrored corners were slightly upturned, and a cold smile appeared. He held the giant sword and continued to attack Ye Chenfeng.

"Successful swordsmanship, hehe!"

Looking at the murderous mirror, the sword is full of emptiness, and Ye Chenfeng and the mirror, which rekindle the fighting spirit, are once again in a fierce battle.

"Rumble!"

When the two men fought fiercely, they formed a wave of destructive power and rolled around. The terrible power shook the ground of the ice and snow, and trembled fiercely.

"Flower cloud thorn!"

"Wind Shadow!"

"Instant Killing a Sword!"

In order to injure the mirror image, Ye Chenfeng spared no effort to display and kill the swordsman, and the grass-like offensive gradually pulled back some passive backward situation.

"Good opportunity!"

When the morning breeze broke out with 400,000 jin, the hard-for-image mirror attack, and the sword retreats, the mirror reveals a rare space.

Ye Chenfeng did not waste this rare opportunity. The whole body turned into a very fine sword shadow. A sword cut through the cold air and stabbed the mirrored chest.

"Hey!"

A glaring fire illuminates at the mirrored chest, and Ye Chenfeng casts a sword, kills the sword, does not have a mirrored body, and only has a long sword mark on his chest. There is no drop of blood.

"What, this mirror has a problem with the body defense, which is unfair."

Ye Chenfeng didn’t think that the mirrored body was so hard. He couldn’t hurt his body with his own powerful sword. This made Ye Chenfeng’s whole heart fall into the trough.

"I said, you can't beat me, or give up, don't make unnecessary struggles." Mirrored looking gloomy, panting Ye Chenfeng, said arrogantly.

"I also said, I will not give up until the last moment."

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and took away the distracting thoughts in his mind. He looked at the mirror with a burning gaze, and broke out powerful power again, attacking the mirror.

"Xuan Han Ling Shui!"

After approaching the mirror three meters away, Ye Chenfeng released the Xuan Han Ling water from the body and frozen to the mirror.

"Hey!"

The image was attacked by the Xuanhan Lingshui, and the surface of the body immediately condensed into thick ice, and the whole body was frozen.

"Changyun palm!"

Ye Chenfeng slammed a bang, and 400,000 jins poured out his palms. He printed a mirror image of the ice that was frozen by Xuanhan Lingshui. The strong palm of his hand smashed the ice, and the scorpion was printed on the mirror. On the chest.

The 400,000-pound, collapsed cloud palm, the attacking power is enough to smash a mountain, but the bombardment on the mirror body, but only shakes it back three steps, still does not hit his body, let him bleed .

The image stabilizes the body, the foot shifts and phantoms, and a few residual images are morphed, approaching Ye Chenfeng at an extremely fast speed.

"Xuan Han Ling Shui!"

In the early morning of Ye Chenfeng, when it was forced to retreat, the cold body of the mirror body was released, and the body of Ye Chenfeng was frozen.

"Not good!"

Ye Chenfeng didn’t think that the mirror could really copy the power of Xuan Han Ling Water. The heart trembled and quickly burst into a powerful physical force, trying to shatter the ice on the surface of the body.

But this time, the mirror completely copied his attack, filled with 400,000 jins of one hand and smashed the ice, bombarded him in the chest, flew him out, and the whole chest was deeply stuck in the body. A lot of blood was sprayed in his mouth.

If it is not for Ye Chenfeng to practice the forged bones to 60%, the physical defense will be greatly enhanced. This palm is enough to explode his body and be on the spot.

"Awful, how can you defeat this image!"

Ye Chenfeng squatted on the collapsed chest, and climbed up on the ground with difficulty. He looked at the mirror with a heavy step and step by step, and for the first time in his heart, he was desperate.

It can be said that Ye Chenfeng tried his best to defeat the mirror, but he still couldn't reinvent the mirror. His heart sank to the bottom.

"It's over, you can die."

The mirrored hand-held giant scorpion sword, went to the face of the serious injury, the confidence of the shaking of Ye Chenfeng, said killing.

After the words, a terrible sword that traversed the void smashed down and slammed into Ye Chenfeng, trying to split his body into two halves and kill his life.

At the crucial time, Ye Chenfeng summoned the Jinpeng wing, violently flashed, set off a hurricane, and the thrilling dodge opened the mirror, which was a killer, flying in midair.

"Do you have a monster wing?"

The mirror does not have a trace of affection. The eye looks at the morning air that flies into the air. It condenses the same wings as the Jinpeng wing, and it flies into the air.

"Oh, this image can copy all my abilities. Can he really be defeated?" Looking at the image of Jinpeng's wings and the fast flying, Ye Chenfeng said desperately.

He already doesn't know what to do to defeat the mirror.

"End!"

When Ye Chenfeng was shaken and his fighting spirit was hit hard, the mirror quickly swept the Jinpeng wing and turned into a dark golden shadow that approached Ye Chenfeng.

The next moment, a waterfall-like sword squats under the emptiness of the air, smashing the heavy air, slamming into the body with serious injuries, and the speed of dodging the early morning air.

"Boom!"

The leafy morning wind that is not hiding, is surrounded by the swordsmanship of this torn space. The whole body is like a broken kite. It falls on the ground and throws a large pit on the ground. The blood is uncontrollably spewing out of his body.

"Is it over? Am I really going to die here?"

Ye Chenfeng glared at the red-stained eyes and looked at the cold sky. The whole person was desperate.