Eight Desolate Sword God

"Half-step sword."

This sword, no matter the power or the sword, has reached perfection. The horrible sword has swallowed the sharp edge and slammed into the five-level illusionist.

In front of the eyes, the swordsman was shocked. The five-level illusionist did not dodge, facing the fallen swordsman, and stabbed a pinch of the peak. The black rifle was like a dragon to the sea, and the claws rushed up.

"Boom!"

Two powerful forces collided together and immediately picked up a huge wave. The powerful force shook Ye Chenfeng’s arms and numbness, his body was out of control, and he fell to the rear.

There is a half-step sword, and the fifth-level illusionist is also uncomfortable. The terrible half-step sword runs through his arm through a black lance, tearing his arm out of the crack, and seeing the sternum. The sword marks appeared on his chest.

When Ye Chenfeng fell to the ground, a four-level illusionist suddenly came close, and the fist full of terrible soul power squatted on his back.

If it wasn’t for Ye Chenfeng’s practice of refining the meat into the realm of Dacheng, the physical defense would be greatly enhanced. This punch would be enough to injure his internal organs and lose his fighting power.

The back was hit hard, and Ye Chenfeng spurted a blood, and the whole body's blood violently rolled up. Before he had a chance to breathe, several Eudemonsmen killed him.

In the deep danger, Ye Chenfeng will hold the life stone in his hand, at the cost of mobilizing the remaining soul power in the body, exerting a half-step sword, condensing a swordsman with amazing destructive power, attacking The Quartet.

At this time, Ye Chenfeng is like a Shura who fought **** battles. He is not afraid of death. He only knows how to kill. Under the almost mad attack, the illusionist who besieged him is constantly being forced to retreat.

The sharp swordsman smashed their body defenses and attacked their bodies. Soon, there were criss-crossed sword marks on their bodies.

Now, there are too many people of the magical beasts who besieged him. Many angles of attacking the attack, hitting the body of Ye Chenfeng continuously, and soon, Ye Chenfeng’s body is covered with blood holes, and the blood flowing out will be on his body. The clothes are red.

"Dead!"

Ye Chenfeng caught the opportunity of two four-level illusionist to be repulsed by sharp swordsman. Suddenly, a blurry afterimage appeared behind him, amplitude of his speed, and a sword opened. Can not hide the four-level illusionist body.

The surprise attack, Ye Chenfeng continued to use the tearing gap, and after struggling to kill the three fourth-level illusionist, he also exhausted the last scorpion, crushed the life-saving stone, disappeared. In the fourth heavy space of the soul of the soul.

"Thirty-nine, I didn't read it wrong. He first smashed into the top 40. Is this guy really a human?"

After Ye Chenfeng killed several four-level illusionist, the ranking of Yuxi changed again. He ranked two more in the ranking, and entered the top forty, ranking third.

It can be said that Ye Chenfeng’s performance against the sky has created a record of Tianhuo Wufu. No one has ever smashed the first fortune, and broke into the top 40.

"Impossible, this is impossible. This is not true. He can't be so powerful." Jiang Yijun could not accept this fact and roared in his heart.

"The enchanting, this leaf morning wind is a enchanting, his talent is definitely more than Fu Youyue, Lin Shuxin." Seeing the amazing results of Ye Chenfeng, Tan elders could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, praised.

With his strength and talent, Tan’s elders fully believe that he will be able to rush into the top ten of the Tianhuo list in less than a year.

More importantly, he is only fifteen years old and is the youngest person on the Skyfire.

When everyone was shocked by the ranks of Ye Chenfeng, the **** morning wind fell from the line of light.

"I don't know how many places I can get a thousand three hundred and fifty-seven points." Ye Chenfeng, who is weak, simply restored the soul power consumed, climbed up on the ground, and came to the hall.

"It’s finally out."

Looking at the blood, like the morning air of Hell Shura, many people showed the color of awe.

"Morning wind, you broke through the realm." Liu found the change of Ye Chenfeng's realm and asked with surprise.

"Well, luckily broke through the realm in the soul of the soul." Ye Chenfeng nodded, said modestly, and turned his gaze to Jiang Yijun. He looked at him sharply and said: "Jiang Yijun, I have kept you waiting." Wait for me to recover, we will go to the battlefield to test."

"This time, I was hurt too much to test." Jiang Yijun said with a hard scalp and awkwardness.

The difference in strength between Tianming Wubang’s rankings is very large. Jiang Yijun only ranks 50, while Ye Chenfeng has broken into the top forty, which shows the huge strength gap between the two.

This time and Ye Chenfeng's test, no different from looking for abuse, Jiang Yijun did not dare to fight.

"Why, are you afraid?" Ye Chenfeng's mouth was slightly upturned, revealing a touch of smile, said.

Looking at the blood stains on Ye Chenfeng’s firm face, he felt the blood red color and suffocation in his dark black scorpion. Jiang Yijun was timid, and he regretted his recklessness in his heart. He should not listen to Shen Tuheng. If you are, provoke the morning wind.

"Ye Chenfeng, I admit that the strength is not as good as you, even if it is fighting." Jiang Yijun bit his teeth, lowered his noble head, and admitted in public.

"Jiang Yijun, you won't be so boring, where is your arrogance going, and we just invited Tan Chang to witness, you will not forget."

Jiang Yijun surrendered, but Ye Chenfeng didn't want to let him go, and he said aggressively.

"Jiang Yijun, Tianhuo Wufu has a clear stipulation, if you violate the gambling contract, it is necessary to compensate the other party for the next five hundred souls." Tan Chang slowly came over and said.

"Five hundred of the next product soul crystal, I am out." Thinking of Ye Chenfeng's ranking against the sky, Jiang Yijun couldn't give birth to a little war, and more importantly, he was afraid that Ye Chenfeng would take the opportunity to smash his hands and waste. He, he took out five hundred of the soul of the soul, lost to Ye Chenfeng.

"Liu Elder, Tan Elder, I am going back."

Although there was no wish to teach Jiang Yijun, but the next product soul crystal is more important for Ye Chenfeng. After the 500-year-old soul crystal was collected into the Qiankun bag, Ye Chenfeng turned and left.

Ye Chenfeng left the soul of the soul for a long time. His anti-day results exploded in Tianhuowu, and almost no one did not know his name.

"Three brothers, have you heard the news? That Ye Chenfeng’s first smashing of the soul, he killed thirty-nine, and forced Jiang Yijun to pay him five hundred pieces of soul crystal." The results of the morning breeze against the sky, the application of the blood, Shen Tuye felt deeply uneasy, the first time came to the small courtyard where Shen Tuheng lived.

"I already know." Shen Tuheng nodded, not hot or cold, and people could not speculate on his inner real thoughts.

"Three brothers, this kid is too threatening to us, we must remove him, otherwise he will be our heart." Shen Tu said bloody.

"How to get rid of it?" Shen Tuheng's low-level lesson said: "This leaf morning wind's talent is estimated to have attracted the attention of the owner. We will deal with him at this time, no doubt the egg touches the stone."

"What should I do? I can’t watch him grow up." Shen Tu’s blood was unwilling to say.

"I am going to find a second brother to see if he has a solution?" Shen Tuheng said with a meditation, carrying his hands and heading to the courtyard of the Shentuo madman who ranked third in Tianhuowubang, negotiating to deal with Ye Chen. The plan of the wind.