Eight Desolate Sword God

"The meaning of the sword, three heavens!"

Ye Chenfeng was sitting under the sword of the sword on the knees. He quietly realized more than three hours, and finally realized the thirtieth sword of the Tao, and realized the meaning of the sword to the triple heaven.

The meaning of the sword is improved, and Ye Chenfeng’s body flashes and appears on the monument of the sword. The pattern of the 30 swords is melted into the mysterious sword, and you want to forcibly cut off the sword. The inductive connection between the mysterious swords.

"Ten Thousands of Forces."

The moment of the thirty-swords of the sword, Ye Chenfeng clasped the hilt of the mysterious sword, and broke out with a force of tens of kilograms in his arms, trying to take it from the sword Pull it up.

"Hey!"

Under the outbreak of Ye Chenfeng's force, the mysterious sword that was tightly inserted on the sword of the sword appeared a little loose, and the sword of the sword appeared a crack.

At this time, a large number of swords of the sword spurted out the sword of the sword, attacked Ye Chenfeng, and did not give him the opportunity to continue to pull the mysterious sword.

"Hey!"

On the road of the sword, the fierce attack on Ye Chenfeng, when he was forced to open, a deafening roar sounded, and a large amount of magical energy appeared under the sword's road, and penetrated the sword at a very fast speed. The word of the road, want to crack it.

The black magical energy appears, and the mysterious sword and the sword's road monument resonate at the same time, releasing the sword's road pattern and striking the magic energy.

Two powerful forces violently repudiated in the sword of the sword. About half an hour later, the magical energy was once again smashed by the mysterious sword and the sword.

But after the fierce attack, there were road cracks on the surface of the sword. Many golden ancient patterns appeared to be cracked, which greatly affected the power of the sword.

"It seems that the suppression of this sword should be a big evil, that is, do not know the relationship between the mysterious sword and the Longyuan Holy City."

Looking at the cracked sword's road pattern, Ye Chenfeng's brows wrinkled tightly together, did not dare to continue to pull out the mysterious sword, continue to sit under the sword, control the swords engraved in the sword The pattern of the road.

Soon, the night passed, and it felt like the sky was bright. Ye Chenfeng, who was still unfinished, had to stop printing the pattern of the sword, leaving the mysterious space everywhere, and returning to his own temporary like a ghost. The ancient house that settled in, waiting for the last group match of the dawn and the corpse.

Although the winners and losers have not advanced to the top 16 competitions, in order to plunder more dragons, nourish the double-headed blood dragon king, and condense the complete dragon body, Ye Chenfeng decided to go all out to win the battle. Advance.

After about half an hour, a soft morning light pierced the night and the sky was shining.

"Ming Wei, how is your recovery recovered? If the injury is not healed, it is better to give up today's game."

Looking at the new clothes, Ye Chenfeng walked out of the ancient house and worried that the water of his injury would immediately greet him and whispered.

"Reassure the lord, my injury is basically healed, you can fight hard against the corpse." Ye Chenfeng's mouth is slightly upturned, filled with a confident smile, said with high spirits.

"Well, since you have recovered from injury and you are determined to play, then I will not persuade you, but you will eventually lose to the corpse in the test, remember not to be reluctant, and all of your life is important." If you are serious, you are afraid that he will have an accident, so that Xuan Mingzong will lose the pillar of the future.

"Reassure the lord, I have my own size, let's go to the battlefield."

After finishing, Ye Chenfeng and his party left the ancient court and went to the Wudouchang.

When Ye Chenfeng and others appeared outside the battlefield, they happened to meet three corpses.

When Ye Chenfeng and the corpse Luomo's eyes are intertwined, the invisible scorpion shoots a spark and the atmosphere instantly becomes depressed.

"I hope that you will not give up the game like the girls, and admit defeat in public."

Touching Ye Chenfeng’s scorpion, such as Wang Yang’s scorpion, the corpse Luomo cracked his mouth, revealing a slightly yellowish tooth, deliberately snarling.

"Reassured, I will fight with you as you wish." Ye Chenfeng said gently, people can not speculate on his inner thoughts.

"Haha, then I am waiting for you."

The corpse was screaming and screaming, and no longer fought with Ye Chenfeng, and turned into the battlefield.

"Romo, at all costs, kill me the kid, I don't want him to see the sun in the morning."

After thinking about the corpse mosquito and other people who were derogating from the hand of Ye Chenfeng, the three corpses hated the roots and itched them, and ordered the death order to the corpse.

"Do not worry, the lord, he will die." The corpse Luo Mocheng vowed to guarantee.

As the major powers arrived, the last group stage was staged.

The last group match, in addition to Ye Chenfeng and the corpse Luomo special attention, the comparison between the black stone and the West Mozong the second day of the magic white wind is also worth looking forward to.

"The demon lord, how do we make a bet, is the gambling disciple under your door, or is the disciple I teach?"

Looking at the inheritance of his own clothes, the black stone of the natural power of the gods, the first dissertation of the Western Confucianism reveals a faint smile, and proposes.

"Haha, I don't know if you look at me." Mo Fengyun laughed and asked, apparently his relationship with the magician.

"My apprentice lacks a top-grade weapon. Why don't we gamble on the product? If I lose, I will give you bloodthirsty to the top." The magician said.

"It seems that you are very confident about your apprentice." Mo Fengyun said with a smile: "Okay, I bet you!"

With the best celestial device, the magic wind cloud has been invisible to the Shangpintian device, and it is very happy to make a gamble with the magic Taoist.

At this time, the comparison between the black stone and the magic white wind was staged.

As soon as they came up, the two of them made all the stops, and the needle tip on the fierce smothering of Maimang. For a time, a lot of afterimages appeared in the entire battlefield, and the thunderous attack was dazzling and dazzling.

The magical white wind, although the talent is extraordinary, replaces the dead ice Cangshan as the second generation of the young generation of the Western Mozong, but regardless of the realm or the attack power, he has a certain gap with the black stone of the natural power, fierce battle After more than one hour, the offensive was gradually suppressed.

"Death Black Wheel!"

The offensive was restrained, and the white wind immediately applied a big killing trick. The fifteen dark lines flew out of his body and blended with each other to form seven flywheels that were full of dead air and torn the violent air. , the roundabout attack to the black stone.

"天罡霸拳!"

The seven black deaths of the death came, and the black stone soil stepped forward step by step. The force of tens of kilograms broke out in his body, and a violent fist was thrown out, and the death black was incited. wheel.

"大斩魔龙刃!"

When the black stone soil relied on absolute power to smash the seven dead black wheels, the magic white wind swept away, and the whole body merged with the middle-aged sword in the hand to display the strongest one he mastered. Recruitment, the unity of the human body to avoid the inevitable black stone soil, want a trick to end the battle.

"The meaning of the earth, defense!"

At the critical time, the 30-way soil pattern spurted out the body of the black stone, forming a whirlpool of earth on top of his head, which was hard to resist the attack of the dragon-like dragon.

"What, the land of the Tao is three heavens!"

The magic white wind did not think that the black stone soil would actually understand the earth's Taoist meaning to the triple heaven realm, resisting himself and killing.

Just as he was shocked, Blackrock and Earth grabbed him forcibly to display the Great Dragon Blade, and there was a glimmer of opportunity to blast the Scorpio.

The tyrannical fists filled with tens of kilograms smashed the body defense of the magic white wind, and he flew out with a fist, spurting a blood out of his head and falling out of the fighting platform to lose the game.