Eight Desolate Sword God

"There is nothing in you here, it’s gone!"

The depleted giants took a deep breath and looked at the powerful forces in the distance and said loudly.

"The people of the month go back with me."

I feel that Longyuan Holy City is far more complicated than I imagined, and there is a plot of the moon dust. I immediately returned to the ancient courtyard with the moon family and discussed the plan.

The family of the moon left, and the magical thousand miles left with the master of the Western Devils.

Gradually, I witnessed the war of the past, and the various forces of the western continent with different moods left, and the chaotic Longyuan Holy City gradually recovered.

And for all this, Ye Chenfeng, who quietly sneaked back to the ancient house through the tunnel, was not aware of it. At this time, he took the mysterious sword of the incitement from the Qiankun environment and prepared to study it.

"Hmm... This mysterious sword has no swords, swords, and swords. It seems that other parts of the sword may suppress other bodies of the murderous thing."

When Ye Chenfeng studied the mysterious sword carefully, he found that the mysterious sword that merged with the half-body was still incomplete and lacked many important parts.

"Where is this sword left, what is it that suppresses the murderous thing?"

Recalling the mysterious demon, Ye Chenfeng feels that the Longyuan Holy City must hide the big secret, and that secret has a great connection with the mysterious sword in his hand.

"I don't know if I fully recognize the Sword of the Lord, can I get some important information?"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and bit his finger. He made the residual sword with a special material, like a cold iron sword, slowly blending his blood into the sword.

Half-column time, a musk time, an hour...

Ye Chenfeng injected a multi-hour blood into the mysterious sword, and failed to establish contact with it. This allowed Ye Chenfeng to give up the thought of confessing the blood and thinking about other methods.

"Break the brain, infiltrate."

After contemplation for a while, Ye Chenfeng controlled the power of the brain to radiate out, penetrated into the mysterious sword, analyzed the structure of the mysterious sword, and tried to understand its secret.

"Well, that is... soul rosary?"

When the brain power penetrated into the mysterious sword, he found that the blood he had injected into the blade was slowly rotating around a star-like bead, but he could never penetrate it.

In the rosary, a fuzzy soul slowly flows.

"Devouring the mind and engulfing the soul."

Feeling that the soul in the rosary is unusual, Ye Chenfeng immediately controls the power of the brain to forcibly infiltrate the rosary, trying to devour the soul in the rosary.

He has a feeling that if the soul in the rosary disappears, he can completely master this mysterious sword.

The ban on the surface of the rosary is very strong. The existence of the brain is more anti-day. Slowly, the soul that releases the mind is infiltrated into the rosary, trying to devour the soul inside.

The next moment, a vast soul force emerged in the rosary, poured into the mind of Ye Chenfeng, trying to tear his soul.

But the soul of Ye Chenfeng has been extremely powerful, not the soul of the rosary can be destroyed.

Resist the rosary soul attack, there is a lot of information in Ye Chenfeng's mind, and this information is related to the mysterious sword.

"The Emperor Tianjian, the Emperor Tianshi Emperor spent a lifetime of revitalizing the Zhongpindao, containing the meaning of kendo, can collapse..."

"The Emperor of the Emperor, the Chinese style!"

Although Ye Chenfeng has not heard the name of the Emperor of the Emperor, but has the strength to refine the middle of the road, it shows that his strength has absolutely reached the extreme of the soul of the continent.

But the soul information in the rosary, there is no reason for the break of the Emperor's sword, and there is no information about the suppression of the murderous things by the Emperor Tianjian, and how much makes Ye Chenfeng feel a little pity.

Half-column incense around time, the soul in the rosary was swallowed by the brain, the mysterious sword completely became the object of the Lord, smoothly blending the blood of Ye Chenfeng, no longer resisting him.

The Emperor’s sword recognizes the Lord, and the Emperor’s stalk suddenly bursts into a large amount of white light, which is injected into the mind of Ye Chenfeng, forming a mysterious sword.

"The sword of the first king of the Emperor of Heaven, the sword of the king contains the power of the king, and the cultivation of the martial art can be arrogant, and the avenue."

"The suffocating air, the annihilation of the avenue, the great tone, I don't know what level this Emperor Tianjian has reached."

Quickly browse through the emperor's swordsmanship, and Ye Chenfeng took a breath and became interested in the Emperor Scorpio. Ready to get through.

If you can really master the sword of the first king of the Emperor of Heaven, with the attack power of this move, you should have the opportunity to defeat the moon, the devil and so on.

"There is still more than one hour from the dawn, how much can be cultivated if you can practice it."

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and took away the distracting thoughts. He controlled the rapid development of the brain and the first-style cultivation of the Emperor Tianjian, and cultivated the sword of the king.

A time flickered, and soon dawned, Ye Chenfeng, who was immersed in the process of practicing the Emperor's sword, had to stop practicing, left the ancient house, and met with the water and other people, and went to the battlefield.

On the way to the battlefield, Ye Chenfeng learned from the mouth of the water that the magic wind and other people were fighting the magic of the night, when he learned that the magic wind finally sealed the magic, and melted the magic When I was in the body, my heart twitched and it caused a lot of uneasiness.

"This magic wind cloud is really not simple, I don't know how much he combines the magic, how strong the strength will be." Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, did not think that the magic wind cloud turned the danger into a chance, for him The means and discouragement are also admired.

"Sure enough, the magic cloud did not come."

When Ye Chenfeng and his party came to the Wudouchang, they did not find the figure of the magic wind.

Not only did the magic winds not appear, but the two elders of the moon did not show up. It was the magical Taoist who appeared in the main stand. It was exactly what the black stone of the natural power was.

"Mingwei, the black stone is very strong, and you must remember to be careful with him. If you don't, don't be forced to avoid accidents."

Before the game, the water was quiet and serious.

"Yeah!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded, closed his eyes, continued to control the brain, and promoted the sword of the king, cultivating the sword of the king, absorbing the dragon, and strengthening the power of the double-headed blood dragon king.

The double-headed blood dragon king constantly absorbs the dragon in the dragon-shaped pattern, and there is a scent of the real beast in the body, and its power is constantly rising and becoming more and more terrible.

But with the continuous absorption of the double-headed blood dragon king, the dragon's gas in the dragon-shaped grain is decreasing, and the dragon's body is only one-half.

When Ye Chenfeng was in the noisy fighting arena, when he entered the state of cultivation, the fabulous semi-finals began. According to the drawing sequence, the game of Devil's innocence and Yuyiheng started first.

Jing Yiheng is the first genius of the secluded family. The talent is extraordinary. After less than 50 years of cultivation, he has broken through to the fifth level of the Beastmaster Kingdom. There are several chances to break through to the realm of the beast.

But there is no small difference in strength compared with the innocence of the six-level king of the Beastmaster.

Two people and one hand, immediately ignited the power of the spark, constantly blooming in the fighting platform, endless attacks intertwined, dazzling, and hooked.

"Water is dark!"

In the face of the innocent and fierce attack, the singer who suffered tremendous pressure did not dare to hide and slay, and displayed his first killing trick.

The pattern of the dark way, the pattern of the water is sprayed out of his body, blending together, forming a dark river, sweeping into the innocent.

"Hundreds of Shadows!"

The dark river hit, the devil screamed and slammed a step forward, and a hundred more blood shadows split his body, like a warrior ready to go, and sneaked into the dark river.

Two powerful attacks are fiercely screaming, and there is a twist in the entire space.

About ten breathing hours, the **** shadow of the violent attack and tears tore the dark river, and the bombardment turned to the secluded one, which shocked him to retreat.

"End!"

Breaking the singularity of the Evergrande, the magical innocent grasps the opportunity of the glory and glory, and launches a tidal attack again.

A wave of waves higher than a wave of attacks bombarded Yu Yiheng, suppressing his attack. In the end, the innocent and terrible attack disintegrated his defense, and he flew out and lost the game.