Eight Desolate Sword God

"A terrible chill."

Into the Shenbing Pavilion built with special metal materials, Ye Chenfeng saw a variety of spirits hanging on the huge walls of the Shenbing Pavilion, and a violent murderous gas in these spirits Released in the middle, the pores of his body were straight up.

Because the value of the spirits in the Shenbing Pavilion is very high, the disciples of the Tianhuo Wufu prefer to use the soul of the lower spirits for cultivation. Therefore, there is only one white-haired old man lying in a rocking chair like a sleeping baby.

"What weapon is better for me?"

Looking at the huge weapon wall, I have been relying on strength, and Ye Chenfeng, who is empty-handed against the enemy, is immersed in contemplation.

The sword is the lord of the hundred soldiers, the sword is exquisite, the attack is fierce, and it is loved by most people, but it is not easy to cultivate the sword to a very high degree.

The knife is big and big, and it carries a domineering spirit when attacking, but it lacks the invincible spirit and sharpness.

The stick has both offensive and defensive, but the destructive power is insufficient, and the lethality is far less than the gun of the king of the hundred soldiers.

With Ye Chenfeng practicing the six-pulse god, the powerful physical strength is more suitable for heavy weapons, so Ye Chenfeng feels that the gun is more suitable as his future weapon.

When Ye Chenfeng’s eyes continually glanced back and forth on the huge weapon wall to find a heavy gun that suits him, one handle was placed in an inconspicuous corner, the surface was dull, and the broken sword of the half-sword was broken. Attracted his attention.

The reason why Ye Chenfeng was attracted by this broken sword was because when Ye Chenfeng looked at the broken sword, the brain of the mind appeared inexplicable.

"Does this broken sword have something extraordinary?"

Ye Chenfeng brows and comes to the white-haired elders who guard the Shenbing Pavilion. He asks: "I don't know how the value of this broken sword is made by Tianhuo Wufu."

"This broken sword is worth a thousand souls. As for its origins and grades, I don't know." The white-haired old man lying on the rocking chair slowly opened his eyes, not cold or hot.

"A thousand pieces of soul crystal, so expensive!"

Under the price of the broken sword, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but take a breath, and hesitated to buy it.

After all, a thousand of the next soul crystals are enough to buy the spirit of the middleware or to exchange the spiritual skills of the spirit, and this broken sword is seriously damaged, it does not see any value.

"The history of this sword has been a long time, and the material is extraordinary, so the price is more expensive." The white-haired old man said.

"I don't know if I can look at the broken sword first?" Ye Chenfeng pondered and asked.

"No, don't buy can't move!" The white-haired old man shook his head and refused.

"Well, I bought this broken sword." Hesitantly, Ye Chenfeng finally decided to spend a thousand pieces of soul crystal, buy this broken sword that caused the brain to feel.

"You really decided? I heard that this broken sword can be a bit sinister." The white-haired old man has a deep look at Ye Chenfeng, reminding him.

"I decided."

Speaking, Ye Chenfeng took out a thousand pieces of soul crystal from the Qiankun bag and handed it to the white-haired old man, and got the broken sword that looks like ordinary and mysterious.

The purchase of a broken sword, Ye Chenfeng did not make any stop, turned and left the Shenbing Pavilion, can not wait to return to the small courtyard where he lives, ready to study the broken sword.

The reason why Ye Chenfeng is so urgent is that when his finger touches the broken sword, the brain is immediately reacted, which shows that the broken sword does have extraordinary features.

But Ye Chenfeng calmed down and found that when he broke the sword, he found that it neither absorbed his blood nor shed his brain.

"Is it really wrong to get rid of the brain, this broken sword is simply a worthless remnant." Ye Chenfeng used the brain to sense, for more than half an hour, did not find this broken sword Anything special, revealing the color of disappointment.

"Is it wrong? The method I used is wrong."

Thinking for a while, Ye Chenfeng changed the method, the high-speed operation of the soul-eater, the control of the brain to release a powerful power of engulfing, penetrated into the broken sword.

About a fragrant time, there was finally a slight anomaly in the broken sword. Under the engulfment of powerful power, a slight crack in the broken sword sounded.

The next moment, the soul power released by Ye Chenfeng penetrated into the broken sword, and the presence of a large number of attacking patterns was detected in the broken sword.

But with the broken sword and the waist broken, these patterns are also broken.

"Three thousand six hundred and eighty-eight attack patterns, which is what the broken sword is made of."

Ye Chenfeng can't imagine that if the sword is intact, it will explode all the attacking patterns when attacking, and what power will erupt.

It is estimated that you can easily kill the beastmaster.

"I don't know if the brain can help me fix these patterns."

Ye Chenfeng whispered to himself and decided to find an opportunity to use the power of the brain to try to repair the pattern in the broken sword. If it can be repaired, this broken sword will be his biggest killer.

"Hey, there is also a mystery at this hilt."

When Ye Chenfeng silently explored the mysterious broken sword, the brain was aware of the hidden pattern in the sword's hilt.

"Broken!"

With the power of the brain, the soul power released by Ye Chenfeng forcibly penetrated into the stalk of the sword, and then a sound of snoring penetrated into his ear.

"kill kill!"

The sound of horror is like a thunder in nine days. It sounds in the ears of Ye Chenfeng. The powerful voice shook the seven holes of Ye Chenfeng and the brain was dizzy.

When Ye Chenfeng wanted to recover the soul force that penetrated into the broken sword, a scorpion sword spurted out in the foreclosure, smashed the soul, and rushed into his mind, and he The soul is torn apart.

Looking at Ye Chenfeng’s head will be killed by the hole, and the brain that is integrated with his brain will quickly squirm and release a powerful devouring power to swallow this horrible scorpion sword.

But in the next second, another sword of the sky was sprayed out in the swaying hilt, and rushed into Ye Chenfeng’s mind to continue attacking his soul.

In the face of the unmatchable sword, Ye Chenfeng was unable to resist. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and all his hopes were pinned on the brain.

If the brain is unable to swallow the smashing sword in the broken sword, then he will not escape bad luck.

The second wave of the sky is rushing into the morning of Ye Chenfeng’s mind, and the brain is immediately reacting, mapping out the blood of the engulfing, as if a swallowing mouth, covering the sword, the second will be terrible The sword is swallowed up.

After two swords, Ye Chenfeng's whole heart fell into a trough.

Because he clearly felt that the third sword was brewing in the broken sword, and this sword was strong, he smelled the breath of death.

In a flash, a striking white light stabbed his eyes, like a meteor-like sword, smashing into his mind, stabbing the brain that dominated his soul.

Next, a devastating sword erupted in Ye Chenfeng’s mind, stunned with the devouring power released by the brain, stunned him, and fell on a blood-stained wooden bed, life and death. unknown.