Eight Desolate Sword God

The energy of the eight terrible souls and skills blended into the river. Ye Chenfeng did not dodge, 650,000 jin, and the sword was full of his body, killing the aperture and increasing his attack power.

"Killing four styles, staying forever!"

A sword smashed out, and a swordman who blended with the soul of the soul stunned out and took away all the brilliance around him. The terrible sword slashed the air with a sword mark and bombarded the eight souls. in.

A moment, all the sounds between the heavens and the earth were swallowed up, and the terrible anti-shock force formed a strong shock wave, which exploded violently.

The powerful impact force shattered the hard deck and shook the huge hull.

"Hey!"

There is a long-lasting sword, and the two geniuses of the four-level mythical genius are immediately broken. The blood is sprayed out of their mouths and swaying down on the ground.

The six white-haired old people are also uncomfortable. They are strongly impacted by the impact of the earthquake. The blood in their bodies violently rolls and the breathing becomes difficult.

In contrast, Ye Chenfeng, but with the strong defense of the blood dragon scale against the shock wave, directly rushed into the storm of destruction, holding the giant scorpion sword to continue to launch a thunderous attack on them.

"Zi Ji Ling Lei, Green Ghost Fire, Attack!"

When Ye Chenfeng attacked fully, the purple spirit thunder, the green ghost fire emerged his body, constantly bombarding the white-haired old man and others, and the fierce attack completely suppressed the offensive of the white-haired old man and others.

"This, in the end, what is the genius cultivated by the big forces, not only masters the magical power of the emperor, but also conquers the mysterious spiritual mines and spirits between heaven and earth."

The white-haired old people and other people are more and more shocked, and the more they tremble, the more they feel, the fact that Ye Chenfeng seems to be a bottomless pit, the means are endless, and the strength is unfathomable.

"Morning wind, let them both give me."

The three-tailed ice fox's moon singer also joined the battle circle, holding the cold wood, the autumn two waters, and attacking two Han family four-level sacred sects, not giving them the opportunity to escape.

"Soul Snake Method!"

The offensive was suppressed, and the long sword in the hands of the white-haired old man turned into a green-green snake, twisting in the air, and stabbing the chest of Ye Chenfeng at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Looking at Ye Chenfeng’s chest will be pierced, and Ye Chenfeng suddenly extended a finger and pointed to the spirit snake sword.

When his fingers touched the spirit snake swordsman, six hundred and fifty thousand kilograms of force broke out, and the terrible power smashed the spirit snake.

"Successful swordsmanship, kill!"

One finger breaks the attack of the white-haired old man, and the sword is smashed out of the body of the morning wind. It turns into a splendid light sword, and the speed is very fast, and the sword will be shocked by the white-haired old man. Fei Fei, a lot of blood splattered in his popping body.

One sword reinvents the strongest white-haired old man, Ye Chenfeng's foot movement and phantom, and raises his own speed to the peak, to fight fast and smother, and continue to suppress the attacks of the other five.

"Instant Killing a Sword!"

Catch the opportunity, Ye Chenfeng's whole body and the giant scorpion Tianjian merge into one, and turned into a very fast sword mans, waiting for a few people to respond, a sword smashed to a scarred Han family The six-level mythical ancestor elders.

"Hey!"

The half-body of the Korean parents was kicked open by a sword, a lot of blood, the internal organs spilled over the ground, fell into a pool of blood, and died.

"Do not hesitate, speedy jetty!"

Seeing the old misery of Korean parents, the white-haired old man and other people trembled, and they gave up their counterattacks and wanted to escape from the boat.

"Can you run away?"

Ye Chenfeng sneered, and the ancient cold Xuanbing spurted out the body of Ye Chenfeng, freezing the burly man and the Jinpao man who had reached the level of the five-level mysterious beast.

In the twinkling of an eye, the two of them were frozen by the ancient Han Xuanbing, which was infinitely close to Tianshui, and turned into two ice sculptures.

"The ruling of seven swords, cold!"

The moment when the burly men were frozen, the swordsmanship was sprayed out of the leaves and the body of the morning wind, and the power of the avenue was quickly pushed into a cold sword, which was frozen, and a sword smashed to another Han. The master of the six-level Xuan beast master.

"No!"

The enchanting swordsmanship that contains the power of the avenue hits, and the Han family's six-level sacred beast master has issued a desperate shout, quickly burning the power of blood and fighting hard.

The power of the sword is so terrible, like a meteor falling into the ground, the sword mans directly tore his defense, shattering his body and killing him on the spot.

Using Ye Chenfeng to kill the master of the Han family's sixth-class sacred beasts, the white-haired old man who frightened the gallbladder successfully jumped into the blue sea and ran away.

"Nishang, they handed it to you, I am going to chase those two people."

Ye Chenfeng's sharp eyes locked a person, summoned the Jinpeng wing, broke into the sea, and tried to kill him.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chenfeng, who raised the speed to the limit, caught up with him in the sea, and released the ancient cold Xuanbing to freeze his body and control the full-scale attack of the purple spirit.

"Instant Killing a Sword!"

Attacked by the ancient Han Xuanbing and Ziji Linglei, this Korean parent has no power to fight back. At this time, Ye Chenfeng suddenly merged with the giant sword, and a sword hit his body and he was half-small. The body collapsed.

"Souling, devour!"

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng immediately appeared behind him, running Soul Eater swallowed his soul beast, and ended his life, took away his relics, and continued to chase the white-haired old man.

Although the white-haired old man escaped separately, but the soul of Ye Chenfeng was tempered by the Eight-War Emperor, and it was powerful and always locked him.

After about a fragrant time, Jinpeng’s wings violently fanned, and Ye Chenfeng, which turned into a streamer, narrowed the distance between the old and the white-haired.

Feeling that the morning wind is getting closer and closer, the white-haired old man is scared that the three souls have no two souls, constantly burning the power of blood and escaping.

Now his speed can not be compared with Ye Chenfeng, plus he was not hurt, and soon caught up with Ye Chenfeng.

"紫极灵雷."

Looking closer to the attackable range, Ye Chenfeng constantly controls the body of the white-haired old man who is attacking the purple-haired spirit and aggravates his physical injury.

"Spiritual Snake!"

The body injury is getting heavier and heavier. The white-haired old man is desperate. He suddenly turns his body and burns his body to the maximum extent. He turns into a hundred-meter-long snake, and launches the deadliest one to Ye Chenfeng. hit.

"Killing four styles, staying forever!"

The old-fashioned white-haired man was attacked by the body, and the spirit of the snake was attacked. Ye Chenfeng immediately smashed out the sword of the night, and the sword broke open a hundred-meter-long snake, which broke his body.

"Swallowing!"

Being waiting for the white-haired old man to breathe, Ye Chenfeng immediately appeared behind him, running the soul-eater, swallowing his soul beast, getting the relics he had, and killing him.

When Ye Chenfeng returned to the sea, Yue Nishang, with his own strength, killed the two disciples of the four-level mysterious beasts of the Han family, and the blood flowed to the ground.

"No, don't kill us, beg you not to kill us, we know it wrong!"

Visually watching the tragic situation of his companions, the two men were scared to cry out, constantly asking for help, and praying that Ye Chenfeng could let them go.

"It's too late!"

Ye Chenfeng said without a trace of emotion, in the screams of their fears, the soul-eaters devour their soul beasts, shattering their heads, throwing their bodies into the rough sea. fish.