Eight Desolate Sword God

"Summer butterfly, full-strike attack, to prevent the ancient dead spirits from consuming the souls of the predecessors, once you let him recover the injury, you and I may be in danger." Drink the rest of the water back, quickly recover the exhausted soul of Ye Chenfeng Shouted.

"I know!"

The summer butterfly takes a deep breath, and the hands are twisted quickly, and the pattern of the sky is controlled to the Fangtian painting. Through the cracks of the body, the ancient dead spirit is attacked.

When the ancient dead spirit was once again worn by dense lines, the angry ancient necromancer controlled the sky painting to the summer butterfly, and wanted to kill her first, and broke the thousands of battles. Pattern.

"Half-month sword arc!"

Swordsman's footsteps in the virtual space in front of Fang Tian's paintings, the hands danced down the moral sword, like two crescent moons, squatting on the square paintings, resisting Fang Tian's paintings attack.

Fang Tianhuai was resisted by the sword spirit, swallowed up some of the old souls, and the ancient dead spirits that forcibly repaired the soul suddenly flew out of the body, such as a thunder sword, and the face turned slightly changed, quickly dodging Summer butterfly.

Ye Chenfeng saw that the summer butterfly was dangerous. Regardless of the physical weakness, the footsteps rushed over and grabbed the ancient dead spirit before breaking into the summer butterfly soul sea, blocking her in front of her and helping her resist. Living in the ancient dead will kill a blow.

"Hey!"

Ye Chenfeng’s head trembled, and the ancient dead spirit broke into his soul sea like a broken bamboo. A lot of blood flowed out through his seven holes, and his appearance was very infiltrating.

The soul sea is in danger. Ye Chenfeng is not panicking. It does not wait for the ancient dead spirit to tear the soul sea. The brain is appearing, forming a terrible devour vortex, engulfing the ancient dead spirit, under his struggling struggle. Quickly shred him.

Tear up the ancient dead spirits, squirming the rapid movement of the brain, madly devour the ancient body of the dead body, splitting new brain cells and starting a new evolutionary process.

"Ye Chenfeng, you wake up, wake up, you must not have an accident."

The summer butterfly saved by Ye Chenfeng looked at the blood of the seven holes in Ye Chenfeng. The brain was blank and overwhelmed. He shook his arm and tried to wake him up.

"Ye Chenfeng, you have to fight for me, I will live forever."

Until now, the summer butterfly still keeps flashing in the mind, and Ye Chenfeng disregards his own picture of saving himself, and he can't help but leave two lines of tears.

When the summer butterfly shakes the arm of the morning wind and thinks about the way to save him, Ye Chenfeng suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at the crying pear-flowered summer butterfly.

"Would you still cry?"

Looking at the tearful summer butterfly, Ye Chenfeng smiled and said.

"You, are you okay?" Looking at the soul without a trace of injury, Ye Chenfeng, the summer butterfly has widened his eyes and raised his mouth, revealing an incredible color, forgetting the tears that dry his eyes: " What about the ancient dead spirit? It won’t be killed by you!”

"Well, there is no such thing as the ancient dead in this world!"

Ye Chenfeng wiped the blood from the seven holes and said slowly.

"Ye Chenfeng, what is hidden in your head? What power did you use to kill the ancient necromancer?" The summer butterfly looked at the monster and looked at Ye Chenfeng, and asked curiously.

"Secret!"

Ye Chenfeng said that he was guilty.

"You..."

The eyes of the summer butterfly red scorpion glanced, showing a hint of anger.

"Hey, hello, I am your savior, do you treat your savior?" Looking at the purple-striped, sullen summer butterfly, Ye Chenfeng screamed loudly.

"Good people don't live longevity and live for a thousand years. It's all right." The summer butterfly has a white morning breeze and squats.

叶晨风: "..."

"Senior, I didn't expect you to have such means. It seems that you really might inherit the Emperor's clothes and lead the ancient Star Palace to reproduce its glory."

The fragmented, extremely weak old soul floated in Fang Tian's paintings and looked at Ye Chenfeng, who gave him great shock, and said with relief.

"Predecessors can rest assured that one day, I will smash the ambitions of aliens and rebuild my human heritage." Ye Chenfeng whispered.

"Primary, rebuild my human heritage, but a road full of thorns, with the ambition of the Emperor of the Stars, the power of the heavens finally failed, so you have to do the best plan."

"But with your talents and means, there is indeed a chance." The old soul said weakly.

Okay, my mission has been completed, I can leave with confidence. Before I leave, I will send you the last sentence: "You are really a pair of heavenly creations."

叶晨风: "..."

夏蝶蝶: "..."

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