Eight Desolate Sword God

"Hey... I am not dead yet."

I don't know how long it took, Ye Chenfeng woke up in a coma.

Looking at the familiar scenery around him and the mysterious broken sword lying quietly beside him, Ye Chenfeng knew that he had saved himself and he was not killed by the last sword.

Although he took a life, but recalling the scene of that day, Ye Chenfeng still has a lingering fear, and he is afraid of it.

"This broken sword is terrible. It is estimated to have been circulated for at least a hundred years, and the sword in the hilt is still so terrible. It is really hard to imagine how powerful the master of the broken sword is. Master." Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, and took the broken sword again.

This time, he took a lot of care, took great risks, continued to study the broken sword, and found a terrible sword at the hilt, which scared him into a cold sweat.

"Forget it, wait until I improve in the future, and then slowly study the broken sword."

Ye Chenfeng did not have the courage to bear the fourth sword attack. He carefully sealed the broken sword and placed it in the Qiankun bag.

"Hey, this is..."

When Ye Chenfeng was sitting on the bed with his knees and controlling the brain to restore his soul, he unexpectedly discovered that there were three swords in his mind.

And these three sword patterns are actually formed by the three swords in the broken sword.

With this discovery, Ye Chenfeng was ecstatic, and he never dreamed of it. He was so devastated that he not only saved himself but also stamped the three swords.

The swordsman who understands the sword can injure people invisible, and can increase the lethality of the sword. It can be said that those who understand the sword are all stunned swordsmen.

"I don't know how much time I can use to understand the three swords in the brain mark." Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself. Also because of the sword's potential, he eventually chose the sword as his weapon.

In a coma for a few days, Ye Chenfeng had already been hungry. He simply recovered his soul injury and left the small courtyard and went to the spiritual dining room again to eat.

Having eaten the food cooked with the beastly flesh and blood, Ye Chenfeng has spent more than one hundred and thirty pieces of the next product, buying a lot of easy to store, containing spiritual food, preparing for the practice of retreating the sword.

"Master!"

When Ye Chenfeng left the spiritual dining room and returned to the courtyard where he was living. When he was preparing for retreat, he found himself standing outside the courtyard with a tall, tall man in a white robe.

And where he stands, the body seems to blend with the surrounding air, and if you don't look at it with the naked eye, you can't detect his existence.

"Ye Chenfeng, I will wait for you for a while." The white man looked calmly at Ye Chenfeng and said slowly.

"You are the person of the Shentu family."

Looking at the white man's face is similar to the Shen Tu blood, Ye Chenfeng guessed his identity.

"Yes, my name is Shen Tuheng, it is Shen Tuxue, Shen Tuye's cousin." Shen Tuheng nodded and said.

"Shen Tuheng, the top ten of Tianhuo Wubang."

Ye Chenfeng heard the name of Shen Tuheng, and he smelled a dangerous atmosphere from him. He asked coldly: "I don't know what you are looking for."

"I came here to find you, I want to send you a fate." Shen Tuheng used the tone of the superior: "I don't know how you think my sister Shen Tubing?"

"You shouldn't want your sister to marry me." Ye Chenfeng said with a smile, there is no good feeling for the arrogant Shen Tubing.

"It’s not my sister who married you, but you entered the Shentu family." Shen Tuheng shook his head and said.

"Sorry, I am not interested in the sister, and I will not enter the Shentu family." Knowing the purpose of Shen Tuheng, Ye Chenfeng smiled and refused.

"You really don't think about it? This is the only opportunity for you to repair with the Shentu family. If you miss it, you will regret it for a lifetime." Shen Tuheng said with a low voice, his face reveals a brilliant color. .

"Are you finished? If I finish, I will go back."

When finished, Ye Chenfeng ignored Shen’s angry eyes and passed him by and walked into his yard, opening up the foreclosure.

"Ye Chenfeng, since you don't know how to be so good, then don't blame me for being so hot." The hidden suffocating swells in the depths of Shen Tuheng's scorpion, like the beast's gaze, make people shudder.

"The top ten of Tianhuo Wubang is really not simple."

Through the contact with Shen Tuheng, Ye Chenfeng had a general understanding of the strength of the top ten of Tianhuo Wubang. He felt that he was too far away from the tenth place.

The urgent task is to understand the sword as soon as possible. Only by comprehending the amazing sword of attack power, can he draw closer to Shen Tuheng and others in a short time.

Ye Chenfeng sat in the only ancient wood in the courtyard, and simply adjusted for a while. In addition to distracting thoughts, he began to realize the three swords in the brain, and soon entered the state of emptyness.

Although the fusion of the brain, Ye Chenfeng's understanding and talents reached the point of incredible, but he is too strange to the sword, coupled with the depth of the sword is difficult to understand, Xuan Miao, the sword is ever-changing, prosperous, resulting in Ye Chenfeng could not understand the true meaning of the sword.

Hard to grasp the essentials, Ye Chenfeng is not in a hurry, he seems to be in the ordinary, sitting under the ancient wood motionless, patient insight into the three swords in the mind.

After the day passed, Ye Chenfeng, in addition to eating, almost devoted all his time to comprehending the sword.

With the passage of time, Ye Chenfeng finally realized the true meaning of a small part of the sword by analyzing and evolving the brain.

A stern sword light slowly condenses on the surface of his body, automatically smashing the pieces of the leaves falling in the wind.

"The sword is invisible, there is a soul in the sword, and only the sword is cultivated into a part of one's own body, so that the sword has a soul and possesses life, and it is only in the true sense of the sword."

After nearly a month of epiphany, Ye Chenfeng finally realized the true meaning of the sword.

In the yard, Ye Chenfeng sat down on the ancient wood and did not move. A sword flowed on the surface of his body, as if he wanted to spray out.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes, and two sharp radiances burst out in his throat.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng's fingers are lightly pressed, and a sly sword is shot at the tip of his finger, and the attack is on the void.

Although Ye Chenfeng used the finger to replace the sword, but the sword and mans are perfect in terms of speed and power. The pattern of the thorns in the yard is forbidden, and the foreplay is forbidden to tear a gap.

"Hey, just the sword, it should only be a half-step sword."

Although Ye Chenfeng’s swordsmanship has been extremely powerful, he knows that there are some subtle differences between the true meaning of the sword.

And to make up for these subtle differences, you need to temper for a long time.

So just the sword, can only be considered a half-step sword.