Eight Desolate Sword God

"Well, the ranking of Skyfire Marubang has changed."

The elders of Liu waiting in the hall, Tan Elder found that the ranking of Yuxi mapped out the white light, and immediately cast his gaze on it.

"Jiang Yijun, he rushed to the Skyfire."

Looking at the changes in the ranking of Yuxi, Tan Elder, Liu Elder discovered the name of Jiang Yijun at the end of Yuxi.

"Liu elder, I said that Jiang Yijun had the opportunity to rush to Skyfire. Now you are still optimistic about Ye Chenfeng?" Tan Chang Lao showed a faint smile and asked.

"This Jiang Yijun strength is good, but Ye Chenfeng is not yet out of the soul of the soul? Maybe he can also create a miracle." Liu said slowly, but he was weaker.

"Liu elder, you should not be joking, and regardless of his first encounter with the soul of the soul, his first level of the Eudemons world strength, he decided that he could not board the Tianhuo Wubang." Tan long retorted.

"We wait patiently." Elder Liu took a deep breath and said.

After about a minute, Tianhuo Wubang changed again, and Jiang Yijun’s ranking went further, ranking forty-ninth.

"Well, someone came out."

After the change of the jade, a snoring sound suddenly sounded in the silent hall, and a figure flew out of the line of light, and the wolverine fell on the cold ground.

"Jiang Yijun."

Looking at the bleeding at the corner of his mouth, Jiang Yijun, who was seriously damaged by the clothes, Tan Long’s brow gently twitched. He thought that Ye Chenfeng would have finished the battle with Jiang Yijun, but the reality is completely different from his imagination.

"Forty-nine, I finally got on the Skyfire."

Jiang Yijun wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and climbed up on the ground. When he saw the ranking on the jade, he smiled with excitement.

"Well, Ye Chenfeng, where did he go?"

Be sure to board the Tianhuo Wubang, Jiang Yijun immediately looked for Ye Chenfeng's figure and wanted to stimulate him, but found that he was not in the hall.

"Tang Elder, don't know where Ye Chenfeng went?" Jiang Yijun asked about Tan Chang who testified for them.

"Ye Chenfeng has not come out in the soul of the soul." Tan said.

"What! With his strength, how could it last for so long." Jiang Yijun suddenly changed his face and couldn't believe it.

"His performance is unlikely to be stronger than me. He must deliberately hide in a certain place and deliberately delay the time." Jiang Yijun, who is gloomy, constantly comforts himself.

"Hey!"

When Jiang Yijun was comforting himself, a smug white light was mapped out in the ranking of Yuxi, and the name at the end of the ranking was changed again.

A name that Jiang Yijun, Tan Elder, and others could not believe appeared at the end of the ranking.

"Impossible, this is not true."

The joy of rushing to the sky fire martial arts has disappeared. Jiang Yijun squinted his eyes and could not accept the facts at hand. His heart was a little uneasy.

"Ye Chenfeng, he really did."

The mood of Liu’s elder is contrary to Jiang Yijun. Looking at Ye Chenfeng’s boarding on Tianhuo Wubang, he is sincerely happy for Ye Chenfeng.

"Tang Elder, I did not say wrong, this Ye Chenfeng will certainly give us a big surprise." Liu Changla said with a smile.

"Liu elder, or your eyes are poisonous, this leaf morning wind talent, I am afraid more than Fu Youyue, Lin Xin heart." Tan elders took a deep breath, pressed the shock inside the heart, praised.

"Well, rankings have changed again."

When the two elders talked about Ye Chenfeng, the ranks of Yuxi changed again. Ye Chenfeng made further progress, surpassing Jiang Yijun, ranking in the forty-ninth.

"This is not true, I must be dreaming, he can't be so powerful."

Thinking of his own gambling with Ye Chenfeng, Jiang Yijun had a strong uneasiness in his heart, and a cold sweat swarmed down his forehead.

At this time, in the fourth heavy space of the Soul of the Soul, Ye Chenfeng was in a **** battle with two four-level illusionist. In order to kill the two, Ye Chenfeng raised the physical strength to the limit. Combined with the soul, it has reached 25,000 kilograms.

"Blood Snake!"

Ye Chenfeng's left hand quickly made a complicated handprint, and a life-like blood snake instantly turned into a blood-red big handprint, directly retreating the close-up four-level illusionist.

Next, there was a sigh in the air, and a sharp sword stunned out like a lightning bolt, directly breaking the body of the four-level illusionist and killing it.

There was a fourth-level illusionist, and Ye Chenfeng’s pressure plummeted. His body flashed and approached the four-level illusionist who was repulsed by the blood snake. He launched a thunder attack.

"Hey!"

The scarred four-level illusionist was attacked by the strongest force of Ye Chenfeng, and the whole body was immediately covered with cracks. When the force of 25,000 kilograms rushed into his body, he painfully sighed, the whole The body burst open and turned into a cloud of light that dissipated in the air.

"While, the difficulty of the fourth floor of the Souls is really big."

All the way to the middle of the fourth heavy space, Ye Chenfeng consumed a lot of soul and physical strength, but continuous experience of life and death, Ye Chenfeng's understanding of the sword potential has improved a grade, and realized the artistic conception of the shifting phantom The essence of the force.

The power of the artistic conception of the shifting phantom is the artistic conception of the shadow. Only by grasping the true meaning of the artistic conception of the shadow can we condense the speed shadow and cultivate the phantom illusion into a realm.

"Hey!"

The light flashes at the foot of Ye Chenfeng, raising the speed to an incredible degree, moving around on a narrow stone road, such as ghosts, continually evading a four-level illusionist attack.

With Ye Chenfeng moving faster and more flexible, there is a shadow behind his body.

And the appearance of this afterimage, a slight amplitude of Ye Chenfeng's moving speed, so that he can easily evade the fourth-level Eudemons attack.

When Ye Chenfeng pedaled and phantom, and quickly rushed to the end of the stone road, suddenly, he felt a strong danger in his heart, and the whole body turned two circles in a row, dodging A very fast gunshot attack.

"Five-level illusionist."

Looking at the black pistol with a black pistol and intercepting himself to Lua, Ye Chenfeng showed a dignified color. From the breath of the black man, his strength reached the level of the five-level Eudemons.

If he was in the heyday, he had the confidence to kill the fifth-level illusionist, but at this moment, he was exhausted and could not exert his strongest strength.

More importantly, his retreat was blocked by the six fourth-level illusionists who had been chasing him, leaving him nowhere to go.

"War!"

In the face of a strong enemy, Ye Chenfeng broke out with unprecedented warfare. With his high violent screams, he was like a flying arrow with a sharp, empty sound, approaching at a very fast speed. Five-level illusionist.

A mercury-like shoal-like sword slashes through the hot air, like a thunderstorm in nine days, and a sword envelopes it.