Eight Desolate Sword God

"The meaning of the sword, the meaning of the wind, the meaning of fire, integration!"

Under the double-four-minded and fierce attack, Jian Chen took a deep breath and forced the control of the three avenues of comprehension to merge, and the invincible smashed to the Thunder. ·

"Boom!"

The two avenues of the squadrons slammed together and sounded a huge tearing sound. The terrible slogan smashed the waves above the hall and swept the four wilderness.

"Hey!"

A hard blow, the sword dust and the sea grottoes were reconciled, and a lot of blood was sprayed in their mouths.

But the fight to the white-hot stage, Jian Chen and Hai Grottoes have not retreated, clinging to the hardships, stimulating the potential, controlling the Tao to continue to kill.

Slowly, a lot of blood ran out of the seven holes of Jian Chen and Hai Grotto, and it looked very scary.

"Mom, how is this kid so difficult."

At the end of the fight, there was a stun in the mind of the sea grotto with too much blood loss, which could not resist the sword of the sword launched by the sword dust.

"Okay, your idea will end here."

Looking at the Jian Chen and the Hai Grottoes, the oil is running out, the seven holes are bleeding, the moon and the Zen hands are grasping, and the seventy dark lines are flying out of his fingers, turning into a big hand and interrupting. They both dared to compete.

"The dark way means seven heavens."

Looking at the hand of Yuezen, many people showed the color of horror, and the eyes of the elders of Tianjian Palace were even more brilliant. To read a book, 1 book

"Sword dust, you are fine!"

Looking at the dust of the sword dust, the seven holes bleed, the sword Mo Li was tight inside, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine!"

Feeling the color of concern in the eyes of Sword Mo Li, the pale face of Jian Chen showed a faint smile and shook his head and said.

"It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful.”

At this time, a man wearing a dark red robes, red hair is like a fire, and his face is clearly lined with his palms, and he stands up and looks hostile to the Tianjian Palace.

"Looking at the previous test, there are some itches in the next, I want to challenge the geniuses of Tianjian Palace. I wonder if any of you dare to fight?"

"The wind is blowing, I accept your challenge."

At this time, a young disciple of Tianjian Palace stood up and looked at him sharply and shouted.

"Jian Xiao, you are not his opponent, don't sit down for me." Jian Mo Li's face was heavy and could not resist the command.

"Sister, I..."

"The strength of this singular wind is inseparable from the sea caves, and Jiu Youshan intends to target my Tianjian Palace, so we can only win and defeat in this battle. You have a certain degree to defeat him in the Taoist competition. "Sword Mo Li voiced.

"I am..." Jian Xiaoyu plugged.

"It seems that Tianjian Palace is not in a good position. Donghai Palace and Jiuyou Mountain are interested in targeting them and making them ugly."

Ye Chenfeng passed through the sea caves, and the singular winds repeatedly challenged them. They saw the hostile relationship between the two holy places and the Tianjian Palace. They pondered and said, "Let me come. ww see w·

"You..."

Sword Mo Li’s face is sinking, and he will yell at it.

"Lier, Ye Feng's strength is stronger than me, he is willing to play, we will win."

Jian Chen saw the face of Jian Mo Li’s instant change and quickly gave her a voice.

"Well, is he really so strong?"

Sword Moly brows slightly wrinkled, asked in disbelief.

"Well, believe me, Ye Feng will definitely win." Jian Chen nodded and said without a doubt.

"This...all!"

Sword Mo Li saw that Jian Chen so adored Ye Chenfeng, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed to let Ye Chenfeng play, so that the unsatisfied Jian Xiao sat down.

Played by her, although there is an 80% confidence to defeat the singular wind, but the Donghai Palace, the most outstanding disciple of Jiuyou Mountain did not play, and the moon family as the host, will not deliberately favor themselves, so Jian Mo Li even defeated The wind can't change the dangerous situation of Tianjian Palace.

"But can he really defeat the singularity in the Taoist competition?" Sword Mo Li looked at Ye Chenfeng in the realm of the Sixth Rebellion, and still had some doubts.

"The Sixth-level Beastmaster? Are you in the Tianjian Palace?"

Feeling the strength of Ye Chenfeng's realm, the gusty wind reveals a disdainful smile, cold and sardonic.

"Ten breaths can't beat you, count me to lose."

Ye Chenfeng’s mouth is slightly upturned, with a faint smile, and he is overbearing.

"Mom, you are looking for death."

The wind did not think that Ye Chenfeng was so arrogant, humiliating himself in public, his face was suddenly gloomy, and the deep scorpion shot the fierce light, and said with a grin.

"Who is not sure!"

Speaking, the thirty lines of death were sprayed out in the body of Ye Chenfeng, and injected into the mirror of Tao. In an instant, the endless death force was vented in the mirror of Tao, and turned into a cover. Big hands.

"The meaning of death is three heavens, is this your dependence?"

The gusty wind reveals a trace of disdain, forty lines of wind, and forty lines of darkness surround his body, infused into the mirror of the Tao, turned into a fierce beast, and shouted in the sky.

"Sword dust, is that friend really okay?"

Looking at the huge Taoist gap, Sword Mo Li brows slightly and asks in a low voice.

"Do not worry, no problem!"

There was a heavenly soul, and the face of the ruddy face was slowly said.

"Go to hell!"

The wind slammed into the eyes, and the fierce beast formed by the two avenues jumped, with a strong murderousness, and rushed to the big hand of death.

"Hey!"

Looking at the beast of the beast, the big hand of the dead will be torn, and a piercing sword sounds in the body of Ye Chenfeng. The pattern of the sixty swords is like a sword rain. It is injected into the mirror of Taoism. Turned into a sword of doctrine.

The horrible edge is surrounded by the tip of the sword, and there is no match, shocking the world.

"What, the meaning of the sword is six heavens!"

Looking at the sixty-swords of the body that sprayed out the leaves of the morning wind, the exclamation sounded in the silent hall, and the insight of the morning wind on the kendo.

Even in the red robe man who cares for himself, Hai Sanchao has a hint of surprise, both looking at Ye Chenfeng.

The sixth level is against the realm of the Beastmaster, and the meaning of the sword is realized to the six heavens. This is enough for them to pay attention to.

When the big hand of death is torn by the doctrine of the beast, the sword of the mind is smashed down, and the tortoise is divided into two halves like a tofu.

Then, the sword of the Tao is like a broken bamboo on the mirror of the Tao on the top of the head, directly attacking the soul sea caused by the wind through the mirror of the Tao.

"Hey!"

The wind caused the soul to tremble, and a lot of blood was sprayed in his mouth.

Only one face-to-face, the wind was hit by Ye Chenfeng.

"The meaning of the sword, the meaning of death, integration!"

Ye Chenfeng did not give a chance to breathe in the wind. The pattern of the sword and the way of death merged into a double-minded sword and continued to collapse.

"Hey!"

After being attacked, the gusty wind caused the soul to be torn by the horrible double-hearted sword. A lot of blood was sprayed in his mouth, and the headache was splitting.

When he wanted to fight back, the double-minded sword smashed down for the third time, smashing the two avenues he released and rushing into his soul.

A moment, a lot of blood was uncontrollably sprayed out in his seven holes. His eyes were black and he flew straight out and lay on the ground and fainted on the spot.

"Hai Sancha, don't you come up to play?"

With only four breaths, he defeated the gusty wind with an overwhelming advantage. Ye Chenfeng’s eyes shot out of the road and pointed out a finger, pointing to the sea and the overbearing provocation.

There was a stir in the waves.

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