Eight Desolate Sword God

"Boom!"

The stone is shocked and the world is shaking. ·

Golden town soul monument, the town soul stone smashed by the raging black magic, and suppressed the 180,000-year-old cold night magic sacred skull, Dao Ling finally got out of trouble.

"Sword spirit, attacking the spirit."

Ye Chenfeng knows that Tao Ling is the source of the power of the Cold Night Demon. As long as he destroys his Tao, the strength of the Cold Night Demon will be greatly reduced.

"Hey!"

The power of the celestial body in the sword scorpion burns, and his whole body is merged with the celestial sword, and a sword slams into the spirit that has just been removed from trouble.

Because the sword is too powerful, the chaotic space can't bear the power of this sword, there are a lot of cracks, and a vacuum area, the whole space seems to be collapsing.

"The meaning of death is ten heavens, the road to death."

Swordsman's scorpion is combined, and the remnant soul in the spirit is immediately sensed. One hundred dead lines are flying out, and a black road map is formed. The sword attacked and shocked thousands of waves.

"Well, the road to death!"

Sword spirits burned the crystal, how terrible the sword was, the space was torn, but it failed to break the map of the dead, which made Ye Chenfeng see the means of the power of the universe.

The road map is a pattern that cultivates the mind to the ten heavens. The power is terrible. The six-level beastmasters fly to the heavens. If you want to break through the realm of the Tao, you must also cultivate your ideas. Ten heavens and realm, condensed into a road map, in order to finally break through the realm. Want 1 to

It can be said that the road map is the capital of the Taoist master. The stronger the road map, the deeper the foundation of the Taoist master and the higher the strength.

"Boss, this cold night demon must have a big secret, or it will be suppressed for more than 100,000 years, his spirit will not have this power, condense the road of death." The voice of the chaotic beast is in the leaves The morning breeze sounded in my mind.

"Well, I also guessed that there is a big secret in this cold night demon. Otherwise, he will not appear in the fighting world, and will not be suppressed for more than 100,000 years without death." Ye Chenfeng nodded. Continue to command the sword to attack.

"Human, let me put you a horse today, I will tear you apart next time."

Some of the souls were swallowed by the brains, and the strength of the swordsman gave him a great threat. The cold night demon immediately controlled the head and the spirit to merge and flee to the temple. After rebuilding the demon body, look for it again. Ye Chenfeng settled the account.

"Want to go, not so easy!"

Sword spirit burst into a burst, intercepting the magic skull with an indestructible body, and the infinite swordsman smashed the Emperor's sword, and the world was smashed down, and it was shrouded in the sword.

"The Road to Death, Resist!"

The sacred spirit of the two-star sacred sacred sacred hand holding the middle of the Taoist Emperor Tianjian, how terrible the sword of the scorpion, forcing the skull to break out, can only control the road of death to defend. ·

"Chaotic beast, Jin Qinglong blood lion, speed out to help!"

When the sword spirit slammed the magic skull, Ye Chenfeng summoned the two eight-level beasts and attacked them with Jian Ling.

And Ye Chenfeng also summoned Zhuque Ding and Chi Leizhu, controlling the two great treasures to bombard the magic skull, destroying the magic skull at all costs.

"Death Swirl!"

There was a bombardment of the bombardment, and the horrible picture of the dead figure showed a road crack. It was a last resort. The magic skull shattered the map of the dead, forming a group of death vortex sweeping the world, smashing the leaves and the morning wind. Waiting for the attack.

"Half-month sword!"

When the magic skull forcibly breaks through the power of the Death Swirl, the Sword Spirit is once again blended with the Emperor Sword.

And the Emperor Tianjian also completely inspired the 3,680 attacks and sieges of the Emperor Tianjian, maximizing the attack power of the Emperor Sword.

One and a half months of swordsmanship squatting down, like a round of remnant moons splitting the sky screen, Jianwei Haotian’s squatting on the death vortex, hardly opened a huge gap, and the dense blasting power rang. stand up.

"Tiandao ruthless!"

The moment when the death vortex was opened by the sword spirit, Ye Chenfeng once again burned the blood of the gods, changed into the body of the gods, and the lines of the eight heavens flew out, which evolved into a torrent of heaven. Heavy bombardment is on the skull.

"Hey!"

Although Ye Chenfeng can't play the true power of Tiandao, Tiandao is the foundation of Wandao after all. When bombarded on the skull, it greatly damages the demon, and the painful skull continues to growl.

"Chaos of Chaos!"

"The Dragon and Lions!"

Chaotic beast, Jin Qinglong blood lion also released a powerful sound wave mixed together, successively bombarded the magic skull, continue to damage the magic spirit.

"Humble humans, this Holy Spirit swears that you will be frustrated."

The devil is wounded again and again, and the demon skull is mad. He burns the spirit at all costs, forcibly enhances his strength and makes every effort to break through.

At this time, I felt that the demon skull and the Tao Ling had been out of trouble. The body of the demon and the black scorpion drove tens of thousands of ghosts to the sky, and the fourth temple, which suffered a sharp drop in the pressure of the town, wanted to put the temple. destroy.

"It's not good for the master. There are a lot of ghosts on the outside that hit the temple. I guess the body of the demon should be outside."

Through the prohibition of the temple, the inspiration of the Emperor's sword should be outside, and the voice told.

"Don't worry about them, attack the skull with all your strength."

Ye Chenfeng did not distract him, and he tried to control Zhuque Ding and Chi Leizhu to attack the evil skull. The hard and hard magic skull shattered the road crack.

"Death Road, Defense!"

The skull is cracked, and the demon can only continue to burn the spirit, once again condensing the power of the terrible death road map to defend.

The road map of death condenses, and immediately vents the endless sense of death. A layer of death barrier is formed around the skull, which resists the attack of Zhuque Ding, Chi Leizhu and the two great beasts.

"Tianjing burning!"

"The Emperor Sword!"

Ye Chenfeng, when the offensives of the two great beasts were resolved by the road of death, the celestial crystals in the sword spirits burned again, and the swordsmanship that stunned the world fell to the road of death.

Because the attack power of Sword Spirit is too horrible, every sword and mans cuts the space, leaving a shocking sword mark. When you are on the map of death, the horrible power of destruction continues to map. Cleft palate, damage the skull.

"The road to death, give me a burst!"

Resist the attack of Sword Spirit, and the Devil's skull detonated the map of the dead at all costs.

Suddenly, the endless death of the Tao broke out, like the tide of the dyke, sweeping around, the hard-boiled Ye Chenfeng, the two great beasts retreat, swallowing the swordsman who is approaching .

When the magic skull grasps the timing of the self-destruction of the road of death, when the whole force breaks out, the sword spirit ignores the road of death and self-destructive attack, and the sword is attacked by the Emperor, and a sword is on the skull.

"Hey!"

The hard skull of the skull is once again opened by the Emperor's sword. The terrible Emperor Jianwei penetrates into the skull, constantly damaging the Tao, and smashing the soul of the demon.

"Boom!"

When the skull was severely wounded and the sword spirit continued to attack, the vestibule of the fourth temple was tens of thousands of ghosts and the body of the demon. The black scorpion attacked and collapsed, and the entire temple was shaken. Move the mountain to shake.

Catch the timing of the violent shaking of the temple, the magic skull burns the spirit again, forcibly crosses the sword shadow of the sword spirit, and flies at a very fast speed to the leaf morning wind that evades the distance.

"Humble humans die!"

The magical skull of the burning of the spirit launched a fatal blow, and it is bound to kill all the leaves of Ye Chenfeng.

......Seeking a red envelope!

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