Eight Desolate Sword God

"Ye, Ye Shao, what realm have you reached!"

The sword god, who has always been in a mess, couldn’t help but roll his throat and swallowed a sip of water, asking in amazement.

It can be said that Ye Chenfeng’s strength has broken his understanding of the realm and made him tremble from his heart.

"Lower God!"

The killing of all the great powers of the heavens, Ye Chenfeng did not conceal the true body, the mind moved, and restored the true appearance.

"The lower level **** has this power?"

Sword God asks himself to attack superiority, and his combat power exceeds the general lower level virtual god, but compared with Ye Chenfeng, he feels that he is incomparably worse, especially the horrible body of Ye Chenfeng, which gives him a great flesh. A sense of oppression.

But Ye Chenfeng did not say much. As a wise man, the sword **** did not ask much, but the strength of Ye Chenfeng deeply shocked him and made him convinced.

"Sister, brother-in-law, bullying me!"

At this time, the painful Xuan Xia smashed the ban imposed by Ye Chenfeng, and the tearful eyes ran to the cheeks of the reddish purple sable, and gently shook her arm, and sternly complained.

"Xiaer, don't talk nonsense, I don't have anything with Ye Gongzi?"

Xuan Ziwei swept the cold gesture, his cheeks blushing and licking Ye Chenfeng, angered.

"Ziwei, Ruolan, you have a good talent, especially Ziwei is a peerless pair, so I let the sword **** accept you as a disciple!"

Although Xuan Ziwei and Qin Ruolan are the best women in the world, Xuan Ziwei is even more beautiful than the summer butterfly, but Ye Chenfeng has no other women in his heart, and he does not want to have any connection with them.

" Come, these two swords are for you, I hope you can use these two swords to defend the sword field!"

Speaking, Ye Chenfeng took out two of the best sacred swords, and gave them two ancestral swords, which were given to Xuan Ziwei and Qin Ruolan.

"This is the best artifact!"

Feeling the supernatural powers revealed in the best ancestral swords, stroking the beautiful ancestral lines of the ancestral swords, and Xuan Ziwei’s two female hearts are blooming, but Ye Chenfeng’s words just smashed their last hopes and let them know that they And Ye Chenfeng is not a person of the world.

"Thank you, Ye Gongzi, the sword, Ziwei (Ruolan), must use this sword, defend the sword field!" Xuan Ziwei, Qin Ruolan is the same mouth.

"Sword God, this sword is yours, and now I will give it to you!"

Ye Chenfeng summoned the Excalibur to the sky and gave it to the excited sword god.

"Thank you for Ye Shao..."

Through the Excalibur to swallow the sky, the sword **** can't speak with excitement. He has the Excalibur to swallow the sky, and his attack power is fully capable of killing the power of the virtual god.

"The sword god, I don't know if you have Zu Jianjing on your body?" Ye Chenfeng's biggest goal in this sword field is Zu Jianjing.

"No, Zu Jianjing was all melted by me!" Jianshen shook his head.

"Then you know where to find Zu Jianjing?" Ye Chenfeng brows slightly wrinkled.

"This... If I say that there is Zu Jianjing in the sword field, then there is only a underground sword, but the underground sword is very strange. With my half-step virtual reality, I can't go deep!" I meditated and said.

"Well, tell me the location of the underground swordsman, and wait until the problem of the sword field is solved. I will go for a trip!" It is known that the sword field may also have Zu Jianjing, and Ye Chenfeng is happy inside.

The road to victory in the future is extremely dangerous. Ye Chenfeng must find ways to improve his own strength to the extreme, and then he is likely to be proud of the road to God.

"Ye Shao, the arrogant **** in the sky is very horrible, reaching the realm of the late illusion of God, it is better for us to avoid its edge, to abandon the temple of the sword, and to wait until we are strong enough to recapture everything that belongs to us."

Ye Chenfeng's expressive power is horrible, but the arrogance of the virtual **** is the late power of the virtual god. The sword **** is afraid that Ye Chenfeng will not be surprised, and euphemistically said.

"The virtual **** is late, if he dares to come, I will blow him!"

Although the power gap between the virtual gods is great, but Ye Chenfeng has a god, the blood of Hongmeng, the blood of Hongmeng, plus the chaotic law, the gods who cannot be stimulated Heart, he is enough to blow the late power of the virtual god.

And there is a phoenix **** behind the morning wind, the evil spirits, even if it is too **** or the emperor's day, he and the phoenix god, the evil gods also have a battle.

"Sword God, Ziwei, Ruolan, Tianjianhuang, Xuanjianhuang, you come with me!"

Sword Temple is the first major force controlled by Ye Chenfeng. Ye Chenfeng must upgrade the strength of the sword **** and others as much as possible to enhance his own heritage.

"Sister, and me, you can't forget me!"

The clever Xuan Xia guessed Ye Chenfeng’s intention to shout away from the sword **** and others, and shouted loudly.

"Well, come on!"

Ye Chenfeng shook his head and shouted Xuan Xia, who was unobstructed, to the side of the sword **** practice. He took out a large number of precious treasures that had been searched for these years and gave them to the sword **** and others.

"Ye Shao, what is this fruit?"

I feel that the three chaotic gods that Ye Chenfeng gave him contain the power of the mysterious rules. The sword **** and so on have widened their eyes and asked with shock.

"This is the chaotic fruit, the fruit of the chaotic **** wood!" Ye Chenfeng explained softly.

"Sister, you are so good, I love you, or you have taken me away!"

Looking at the treasures that Ye Chenfeng gave to himself, Xuan Xia’s big eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and he said with ecstasy.

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The arrival of Ye Chenfeng cleared the haze of the Temple of the Sword, and the Sword God and others received the treasure that Ye Chenfeng gave, and immediately retired.

And Ye Chenfeng has no private possession, sharing the harvest of these years with the sword god, and through the exchange with the sword god, he also benefited a lot.

In addition to his free time, Ye Chenfeng also communicated with Xuan Ziwei, Xuan Xia and Qin Ruolan.

Under the guidance of Ye Chenfeng, the three women's understanding of Kendo is constantly improving, especially the mysterious Ziwei, which is a sign of breaking through the four-star ancestors.

The Temple of the Swords calmed for about thirteen days. A horrible atmosphere was like a tornado. It was overwhelming and shrouded the entire temple of the sword, and alerted Ye Chenfeng and others in the practice of retreat.

An incomparably huge ship with a celestial battle flag smashed the prohibition outside the Shenjian Peak and flew over the Shenjian Peak.

"It's finally here!"

Feeling the temperament of the heavenly people, Ye Chenfeng and others immediately went out and went to the Shenjian Peak to confront the huge warship.

"Sword one, you are a big dog, you dare to kill my god, the **** of heaven, the **** of heaven, today God has destroyed your sword temple, with your blood, to pay homage to my people!" The name is wearing a red-golden dragon-length robes, with a faucet belt around the waist, wearing a crown, and a arrogant arrogant **** appears in the bow of the warship, cold-eyed swordsman, said Senran.

Speaking, there are three horrible breaths in the ship. Although these three breaths are not as good as the illusion, they all reach the intermediate virtual state. The horrible momentum is overwhelming, oppressing Ye Chenfeng, the sword god. Others than others have difficulty breathing and are uncomfortable.

"Hey, just rely on your four virtual gods, and also want to shake the temple of the sword, it is really crazy to say dreams!"

Ye Chenfeng snorted, evil spirits, sacred gods, gods and ancients, death gods, and the five evil gods of war magic appeared in the side of Ye Chenfeng, instantly smashing the terrorist pressure released by the three great gods of the Tianzu.

"Today, use your blood to declare to the heavenly people, to the swordsman, die!"