Eight Desolate Sword God

"Yes? I have to look at it, you can resist the attack of the wrath of God."

Ye Chenfeng looked at the lion fire that was arrogant and arrogant, and the thoughts moved, the ancient cold Xuanbing, the green ghost fire, and the purple polar thunder poured out his body again, quickly gathering.

A large amount of energy halo fluctuates with dense ripples in the air.

The gate shield can withstand the attack of the wrath of God's wrath, but the power of destruction of the wrath of God's wrath still leaves the lion's heart full of enthusiasm, seeing the energy cluster that is rapidly condensing at the top of Ye Chenfeng's head, the lion's face is greatly changed. A powerful airflow is produced in his body.

"The Lion King!"

The lion fire roared, and the endless stream of air poured out of his body, turning into a sly lion's head, and screaming and screaming at Ye Chenfeng.

"The wrath of God is ruined."

The lion's scorpion hit, and Ye Chenfeng immediately controlled the destruction energy of the three great spirits to collide.

"Rumble, bang..."

Two powerful energies collided together, and a thunderous roar sounded over the fighting platform. The horrible energy was like the wrath of the gods, destroying everything in the world.

Resist the anger of the three breathing gods, the lion's scorpion smashed by the blood of the beast, and the devastating energy of the raging energy like a long river rushed to the pale lion fire.

"The door shield, the strongest defense."

Looking at the devastating energy of the whistling whistle, the lion fire only felt his own heart tremble, and continuously squirted a few blood of the beast, sprayed on the door shield that overflowed with dark golden light, and inspired the door shield. Defence.

"Boom!"

The wrath of God's wrath exploded on the shield of the earth's door. The force of destruction released in the air made the entire battle table obscure and distorted. The endless wind and energy screamed, the madness hit the door shield, and the earthquake The face turned red, and the lion fire that defended it completely lost.

"Hey!"

The ten-layer defensive mask around the Wudoutai was attacked by the wrath of the gods, and the intensive cracks appeared again. Three layers of defensive energy masks were directly broken.

The power of destruction released by the wrath of God's wrath has more than a dozen breaths, and it has gradually disappeared. The hard and incomparable fighting field has become a mess, and the lion fire that was the first to be attacked by the wrath of God is swept away. He fell on a broken battle platform.

"Red powder, you think this game, who will laugh at the end."

A middle-aged man wearing a dark green robes and a tall figure with a large totem pattern on his body walked to the woman in a tall red dress and whispered.

This green robe man is the person in charge of the fourth floor of the Killing Tower, the first level of the soul of the Beastmaster.

"Now I can't see it. If the leaf morning wind can continue to display such terrible attacks, even if the lion fire has the door shield, it can't resist it. If he does not have enough power, the victory will be prone to the lion fire. "The red skirt woman whispered.

"I think that Ye Chenfeng's odds are bigger, but if Ye Chenfeng wants to kill the lion fire, will you stop it?"

The soul of the deep soul of the green soul shot the light and looked at the lonely figure of Ye Chenfeng, and said slowly.

"Why should I stop?" The red skirt woman responded indifferently.

"He is the king of your layer after all, and there will be some loss to the city of killing me." Green Soul said helplessly.

"This is a battle between life and death. If you die, you can only blame the strength and not blame others." The red dress woman said without a trace of affection, she did not care about the life and death of the lion fire.

"I said, the winner of this game must belong to me."

The white-faced lion fire climbed up on the ground, spit out a **** water, and looked at the panting, consuming a large leaf morning wind, roaring, and holding a ratcheting hammer to him.

He wants to kill him when he is weak in the morning breeze.

The lion fire murdered, and Ye Chenfeng immediately swallowed the water of the early days in his mouth. In the twinkling of an eye, the soul power he consumed was restored.

The two killing apertures appear again behind him, and the terrible power of killing is filled, making people shudder.

"You are too naive."

Ye Chenfeng sneered, and the number of the bottom of the body burst at the same time, full of swords, the power of killing, 750,000 jins all infused in the giant sword, inspiring the giant scorpion sword 981 attack array Pattern.

"Killing four styles, staying forever!"

A sword smashed out, and a black sword that robbed the heavens and the earth went straight into the sky. The terrible swordsman seemed to open the whole world, and turned to the lion fire whose face changed greatly.

Feeling the horrible sword of Ye Chenfeng, the lion fire has the feeling of falling into the hail, the limbs are numb, not afraid to harden, and quickly hold the door shield to defend.

"Hey!"

The door shield was attacked by the sword of the night, which was comparable to the next-class technique. The surface immediately cracked and opened the road. The powerful sword passed through the door shield and passed into the arm of the lion fire, bringing his strong arm. The shattering, a lot of blood splattered out.

The four types of killings will be used to blast the lion fire, and the light flashes at the foot of Ye Chenfeng. In the blink of an eye, they will appear in front of the lion fire. They will not give him any chance to breathe. The road is filled with the power of killing, and the sword is full. The fifteen thousand jins of swordsman continually attacked the door shield and suppressed the lion fire.

The offensive was completely suppressed, the cracks in the shield of the ground were more and more, and the whole heart of the lion fire fell into the trough. He never dreamed that Ye Chenfeng was so powerful that he was not an opponent at all.

But he did not fully admit his life. He was attacked by Ye Chenfeng with a sword and a sword. He retired to the lion fire on the edge of the broken Wutai.

"The blood of the monster, all burning."

The life is hanging on the line, and the lion fire burns all the blood of the monsters at all costs, and the strongest force is erupted.

Although burning all the blood of the monster, it will have terrible sequelae, but the lion fire knows that if you don’t try hard again, next year will be his sacrifice day.

"It's desperate, but it's too late."

Looking at the lion fire of the blood of the whole body, Ye Chenfeng slammed the giant sword.

There are seven hundred and five thousand kilograms of force. The swordsmanship that is full of swords is stabbed like a broken bamboo on the cracked ground door shield. The hard-boiled gate shield has broken a gap.

The next moment, the ancient cold Xuan Bing, the purple extreme spirit, the green ghost fire for the third time, the body of Ye Chenfeng emerged, bringing together the power of destruction, like the divine punishment of the gods, the bombardment roared to the roar The lion fire.

"Boom!"

The devastating storm instantly engulfed the lion fire, and the space around his body was completely distorted. A lot of twisting power was like a twisting snake, and the snakes danced and destroyed everything.

The door shield has just been pierced by the giant sword, and the defense is greatly reduced.

The power of the raging destruction penetrates the gap of the door shield, arbitrarily bombarding the body of the lion fire, blurring the flesh and blood of his body.

The body is like a cannonball. It directly hits the energy mask on the tens of meters away. The mask is cracked and cracked. It falls softly on the ground and loses its fighting power.

"The king's lion fire was really defeated, and the defeat was so thorough, the 69-game winning streak ended."

"Yes, this Ye Chenfeng's attack power is terrible. With his strength, he should be able to enter the fifth floor of the Killing Tower."

Looking at the lion fire that was in the pool of blood, the flesh and blood was blurred, the audience in the stands was regretted by the terrible attack power of Ye Chenfeng, and his eyes were full of awe.

"Lion fire, the game is over, you can return to the West."

Ye Chenfeng walked on the broken martial arts stage and stepped forward to the dying lion fire.

"I was the three-tiered king chosen by the King of Killing, killing me, and the King of Killing will never spare you."

In the face of death, the lion fire was scared. He had to move out of the killing king and shocked Ye Chenfeng, praying that he could let himself go.

"No one can save you."

Speaking, Ye Chenfeng was blurred and appeared behind the lion fire at a very fast speed. The power of the ancient Han Xuanbing poured into his body, freezing him into an ice sculpture, not giving him a chance to blew himself. .

Next, Ye Chenfeng’s palm appeared a devour whirlpool, pressed into his head and swallowed his soul beast.

In the sorrow of the lion fire fear, his soul beast was swallowed up by Ye Chenfeng, staring at the big bell of the bell, and he died.