Eight Desolate Sword God

"The soul force, how can there be a surging force in the body of this morning wind, is he not a soul beast? Can the soul beast still wake up twice?"

Feeling that Ye Chenfeng's instantaneous explosion of soul power is even more terrible than Lian Yulong, reaching the six-level spirit beasts, everyone including Lian Wansong is stupid, can't believe what they see. A scene.

"Give me broken."

The combination of soul and physical strength, Ye Chenfeng's attack power has been raised to the extreme, more than eight kilograms of force poured into the fist, punched out, terrible power like a volcano erupted, bombarded in Lian Yulong Come on the long gun.

"Hey!"

The fist guns are staggered, Mars is splashing, and a powerful anti-shock force is shot.

Lian Yulong felt that his gun was stabbed on an unshakable mountain. The rushing force penetrated the rifle and rushed into his body, shaking his body and slamming, a large amount of blood uncontrolled spraying. come out.

"Hey!"

Jianyulong couldn’t bear the power of Ye Chenfeng’s fist. When the body was injured, Ye Chenfeng regenerated his new strength, broke his fist, and squatted on the cracked long gun. The long gun refining the jade dragon flower was shattered.

"What, how is this possible?"

Looking at the scene of the broken black threaded pistol, Lian Yulong’s soul was almost scared. He never imagined that Ye Chenfeng’s attacking power was so terrible that the bare-handed empty boxing broke his own weapon.

When he wanted to open his mouth, Ye Chenfeng’s fist crushed the rifle, and he hit the chest with a slam dunk, shattered his soul defense that was gathered in his chest, and flicked him out. Squirting a blood in the air, falling to the ground, bounced out of the contest, and passed out.

Static, incomparable silence.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s boxing broken rifle and re-creating the scene of Lian Yulong, everyone in the room was stunned. He looked at Ye Chenfeng, and the whole contest was only breathing.

"It’s him, the person who saved me that night is really him.” Qiao Jing’s hands clenched his hands tightly, and saw the strength of Ye Chenfeng, plus the feeling of the night’s blur, she was basically sure, The person who saved himself that night is Ye Chenfeng.

"Soul Beast, Ye Chenfeng actually awakened the soul beast twice, how did he do it."

The crowd, the tall, slim Ye Ziling was also shocked by the scene in front of him. Ye Chenfeng’s fierce beast that was awakened twice at the age of fifteen was absolutely breaking the routine. If Ye Jia knew the change of Ye Chenfeng, he would regret it. The decision of the day.

"Yulong!"

Responsive Lian Wansong screamed loudly, like an angry lion, rushed down the stands, collapsed his chest, and unconscious Lian Yulong hugged.

"Small beast, you are so embarrassed, you dare to kill the dragon, I killed you."

Lian Wansong checked the body injury of Lian Yulong and found that his sternum was completely smashed, and the meridians were seriously damaged. Even if there was a cure for the panacea, it would be difficult to return to the peak state.

I hope that the future hope of the Lianjia was destroyed in Ye Chenfeng’s hands. Lian Wansong’s killing, a powerful suffocating scent in his body, oppressed Ye Chenfeng.

"Lianjiazhu, it seems that you are not your inferior family, but the White Emperor College, and just your son has threatened to let me make three moves. In order to win, I naturally have to do my best. Whoever thought that he did not live up to expectations. It’s really disappointing that even my three moves can’t stop it.”

Ye Chenfeng is standing in the same place as a steel gun, resisting the suffocating impact of Lian Wansong’s release, not to be humble.

"You..."

It’s just that Lian Yulong offered to let Ye Chenfeng take three strokes, but whoever thought of Ye Chenfeng playing pigs and eating tigers, the strength is so terrible, only three strokes have hit Lian Yulong.

Looking at the horror of his son, Lian Wansong can’t swallow it. If it’s done today, he will sweep his face and become the laughing stock of Baidi City.

More importantly, Ye Chenfeng’s strength and talent made him feel threatened. In order to eliminate this potential threat, Lian Wansong had a strong killing of Ye Chenfeng.

A dark scorpion emerged from his body, locking the leaf morning wind on the field.

"Lian Wansong, what are you doing? Do you know what you are?"

When Lian Wansong couldn't help but want to start, a thunder-like sound rang in his ear. The first person in Baidi City, Bai Xishan, standing in the white house, stood up and looked serious.

"White old, do you want to maintain this kid?" Lian Wansong asked ugly.

"The morning breeze is the savior of the old man. He is bullied. The old man naturally wants to be in his head." Bai Xishan said with a hegemony, he did not give Lian Wansong face.

"Savior, how is it possible!" Lian Wansong has widened his eyes and some can't believe what he heard.

When Bai Xishan is a man, that is the first person in Baidi City, a master of the fifth-level illusionist, he can't imagine how Ye Chenfeng grabbed him from the hands of death.

"Lianjiazhu, I think Yulong is very wounded. It is imperative to heal him as soon as possible." Feeling the tense atmosphere, Baidi’s owner smiled and had to stand up and play round.

"Well, let me go."

With Bai Xishan supporting the waist, Lian Wansong did not dare to start again, biting his teeth and swallowing his stomach, holding the unconscious Lv Yulong, and left the wolverine.

Lian Wansong and others left, and Di Wan, who was eager to hold the optimistic thoughts, was too scared to wait for a long time.

"Okay, the game continues."

The Baidi Wufu government owner glanced at the back of Lian Wansong and others, and stood in the stands and announced loudly.

However, I saw the terrible fighting power of Ye Chenfeng. No one who participated in the Baidi Wu’s year-end assessment did not dare to challenge him.

"It seems that Ye Chenfeng won the first year of the year-end assessment, and he showed his talent and strength. Even in Tianhuo Wufu, he should be able to find a world." Baixi Mountain has a faint smile and appreciates Ye Chenfeng, who looked at the chaos, said openly.

"With the strength of the morning wind, the first one is really worthy of his name." Bai Xiya looked at his hands, straighten his spine, and the morning breeze bathed in the sun, revealing a trace of his eyes Obsessed with color.

Not only the white color of the eyes of Bai Xiya reveals the obsessive color, Ye Ziling, but also the strangeness of Joe’s eyes, but Joe’s eyes are more regretful, regretting that he was falling because of Ye Chenfeng. The altar alienated him, causing the relationship between them to break down.

"Why, no one came to the stage to challenge?" Baidi’s main station stood in the stands, waiting for about a fragrant time, and found that no one dared to go to the stage to challenge Ye Chenfeng, and announced aloud: "In this case, I announced that the first year of the Baidi Wufu year-end assessment is Ye Chenfeng."