Eight Desolate Sword God

"She has already soared, all this is nothingness, everything is an illusion, I am pursuing the sacred road, how can the obstacles in the district hinder my progress."

The body is smashed by a sword, and the fire of the soul of Ye Chenfeng is burning more and more vigorously. The strong will supports his body, the brain in his mind, and the chaos in the heart. Shenmu reconciled and instantly reorganized his body.

"Sure enough, it's all an illusion. If I give up, then everything is really over."

Looking at his intact body, Ye Chenfeng’s beliefs and warfare reached its peak, and an unmatchable momentum emanated from his body.

And the speed of the brain-dealing in his mind also reached its peak at this time, looking for the flaws of the snow.

"It's not bad. I didn't expect your willpower to be so strong, but it's a pity that you are not a mountain disciple, so if you leave here, you can see your skills."

Speaking, the snow drifted and continued to shoot, Miao Man’s body swung in the air for a week, and the dazzling swordsman seemed to bloom in the lotus, splitting her body, mixing the powerful kendo, and smashing the leaves. Morning wind.

"The ruling of seven swords, thunder."

In the face of the snowy attack, Ye Chenfeng did not dodge, the double-headed blood dragon king merged into his body, the sword's road pattern, the thunder of the road pattern quickly blended, the spiritual power of the Shenmen hole broke out, turned into A Thunder and a Great Sword, smashed all the emptiness, and smashed the lotus sword shadow that was played by the snow.

"Booming..."

A deafening sound of blasting sounds, filled with the pattern of the sword, the pattern of the thunder, the three-million-ton Thunder giant sword and the fierce repelling of the lotus sword.

But the snow is so horrible that the strength of the lotus sword is far superior to that of the Thunder.

There were only three breaths, and the Thunder's Great Sword was broken. The lotus swords that were invincible by the roads were like the turbulent waves that directly shrouded Ye Chenfeng. Yu Wei squatted on his body and smashed his body again. meat.

"Tiandi Avenue, my heart is eternal, the avenue is not destroyed, I will not die..."

A person, a bloody, unyielding heart, facing the almost invincible snow, Ye Chenfeng is not afraid, once again with a strong soul consciousness, reorganized the body.

"The ruling of seven swords, the moon!"

Ye Chenfeng burst into a round, the whole body turned into a round of meniscus, cut through the space, cracked the earth, cut all the barriers, and smashed into the snow.

Although the mighty swordsmanship is extremely powerful, there is an insurmountable gap between him and the snow, and he cannot rely on Taoism to make up for it.

"Hey!"

The slain sword was smashed by the snow and a sword, and did not cause any harm to her.

"Daitiantianhuo!"

"Yanlong is dead!"

The strongest residual moon swordsman can't hurt the snow, and the belief that Ye Chenfeng will win is still not shaken. He removes all the distracting thoughts in his mind, keeps his heart, and makes all the battles with the snow.

"Master, how is the morning wind?"

Snow drifted and asked a nervous face, for fear that Ye Chenfeng had an accident, so that she would not only live forever, but also the mountains could be hit harder than ever.

"Ye Chenfeng is still accepting the test of the ethereal Taizu. It is not dangerous to see him now, but it will not be easy to say after a long time."

Although Ye Chenfeng persisted for more than one hour, it greatly exceeded the expectations of people at the place, but Xuexianchi, Xueqing and others knew the danger of the test of snow drifting, and they were not optimistic that Ye Chenfeng finally passed the test. .

"The elders, or you are a good means, this is a wonderful way to kill people by knife." The mood is comfortable, and Gao Zongyan, who has a rare smile, is constantly rumored.

"Hey, I don’t know how to be a tall boy. I have a lot of ways to kill him." Xue Qingyan showed a arrogant smile and responded with a voice.

Time passes by, and Ye Chenfeng can't remember how many times his body has been smashed by snow, how long it will take on the edge of life and death.

But every time his body is smashed, he can reshape his body with strong willpower and continue to fight with the snow.

And his will is strong, the unyielding heart is determined, even the snow and the misty are showing the color of appreciation, the heart of love.

"Insist on, this is the fourth illusion space. If even the four phantom space assessments fail, I will talk about challenging the ethereal stone carvings." Ye Chenfeng and the snow drifting in the fierce battle, also encouraged themselves over and over again.

"Hey!"

At this moment, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes flashed, and the snow drifted again to launch a fierce killing. Several lightning-fast swordsmen smashed the sky and smashed into his body.

Looking at the body of Ye Chenfeng, he was opened again. Suddenly, there were criss-crossing lines in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, and these lines were the attacking trajectories of these swordsmen.

"Lightning flash!"

A series of electric lights were generated at his feet. In an instant, he made several incredible dodgees. In accordance with the attack trajectory captured by the brain, he evaded the sword attack that snowed out.

"Hey, you can dodge my attack."

Looking at the unscathed, dodging the attack of Ye Chenfeng, the snowy and flamboyant face showed a suspicious color.

"Weakness, her weakness is the eyebrows, as long as she breaks through her eyebrows, her body will collapse." While avoiding the attack, the brain is finally locked in her weakness.

But the snow is so horrible that if you want to hit her eyebrows, you must find a way to get close to her body, otherwise there is no chance for a long-range attack.

"The Wrath of God!"

In the twinkling of an eye, Ye Chenfeng’s mind is considered a close-knit approach, black scorpion fire, ancient cold black ice, ancient purple spurting out of his body, turned into a three-color ruined ball, meteor-like Shot on the snow.

"Broken!"

The ruined light ball hits, the snow is floating and the face is unchanged. A maneuvering sword is flying out, piercing the ball of destruction and detonating it.

"Rumble!"

The deafening sound of the blasting sounds, the powerful power permeates the world of ice and snow, the whole world is distorted, and large glaciers are broken into pieces.

"Take the wind!"

At the moment of the explosion of the wrath of God, Ye Chenfeng immediately summoned the wings of Jinpeng, and displayed the wind and the wind, piercing the storm of destruction at an extremely fast speed, approaching the snow.

On the occasion of the snowy and intertwined swordsmanship attack, Ye Chenfeng changed into the strongest beast soul form, and a large block of blood dragon scales covered his whole body.

"Hmm..."

Seeing the morning breeze of the six-level mythical sects, Ye Chenfeng, who was able to master the imperial power of the emperor, was able to grasp the magical look of the snow, revealing a strange color.

Although only half a second, she recovered her waking, but this half-second time was enough for Ye Chenfeng to approach her and launch a fatal blow to her.

"Fei Xian Yi Jian!"

Ye Chenfeng appeared in front of the snow and floated in front of the snow. He stabbed the sword with a hand, and the Feixian sword that surpassed the speed of several times of light directly fell into her eyebrows.

The next moment, the snow drifted across the body and there were criss-crossing cracks. A lot of pure soul power did not enter the mind of Ye Chenfeng, and the snow and ice world formed by the snowy thoughts collapsed.