Eight Desolate Sword God

"Rosie, do you want to come and play."

A boxing defeated red woman, Ye Chenfeng cast her gaze to the west side of the box, the corner of the mouth slightly upturned, a sneer, a **** for tat.

"Well... challenge me?"

The brow's brow in the box was slightly wrinkled, revealing an incredible color, thinking that he had got it wrong.

The whole battlefield is in a state of utter disappointment. The eyes of the singer’s eyes are brushed and projected to the calm and calm-looking Ye Chenfeng. I can’t figure out why he is so bold and dare to challenge the Eastern Region’s Lord Luo.

"Oh, this black rock is too arrogant, he dared to challenge the domain owner."

"This is not arrogant, but stupid! I think there is a problem with this black rock brain. He thinks that the domain owner is a soft persimmon, and anyone can pinch it."

"Yes, the Luo domain master is the strongest of the four major domains, and the comprehensive strength is comparable to the top ten in the star field. For the first time in many years, I have seen someone dare to challenge them."

"There was a good show here, just don't know if this black rock will be killed by Luo Tianzhu."

The audience who came back to God blasted the pot, looked at Ye Chenfeng like a fool, and there was no one to look at him.

"Do you want to challenge me?"

Wearing a gorgeous shirt, the body is tall and tall, and the long black hair is scattered on the shoulders. Luo Yan walks out of the wing, and the deep eyes hide the sorrow of the death, whispering.

"Yes, do you dare to accept my challenge?"

Ye Chenfeng’s mouth is slightly upturned, facing Luo’s eyes full of killing and screaming.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you."

Rosie reveals a cruel smile, and he will kill Ye Chenfeng.

"Luo domain master, these little people, still hand over to help you solve it."

Suddenly, a hegemonic voice rang in the noisy battlefield, with a stalwart, carrying a giant sword, and a strong sword with a strong sense of oppression appeared.

"Baby sword, the top ten strongman ranked eighth in the sword, how did he come."

"Don't you know that the sword and the Luo domain have a good personal relationship, and the sword can become one of the top ten strong stars in the star field. The Luo domain owner has not provided him with cultivation resources."

"The black rock is going to be bad luck. He is likely to pay the price of life for today's stupid challenge. I hope that there will be an afterlife. He can polish his eyes and be a man."

Looking at the momentum as the tsunami is rising higher and higher, the eyebrows reveal the domineering of who I am, and all the swords of the sky, many people sympathize with Ye Chenfeng.

"Okay, then I will hand it over to you, quick fix, kill him." Luo Yan revealed a cold smile, glanced at the calm and calm Ye Chenfeng, said fiercely.

"Reassured, this idiot can kill him with a single stroke."

The sword is cold and looking at Ye Chenfeng. In his eyes, Ye Chenfeng and the dead people in the half-step battle of the beastly kingdom have no intention, and the body jumps slightly and appears on the battle platform.

"Baby!"

Feeling that the sword is like a mountain, and Ye Chenfeng is not happy or sad. He does not show a panic color. He is prepared to deal with this defeat with absolute strength.

"Kid, today I will let you know one thing, some people can't afford to sin." The sword bears his hands, a high-profile gesture, said in a musical tone.

"Is it finished?" Ye Chenfeng said coldly and proudly: "I am coming to the game, not to chat. If you finish, then we will start the game."

Speaking, Ye Chenfeng will kill the ancient dead spirits, and the weight of the 300,000 kilograms will be taken. The square painting of the middle grade is extracted, and it is lifted up, pointing to the face of the blue sword.

"You are looking for death!"

Although the sword was somewhat surprised, Ye Chenfeng actually had such a heavy treasure, but Ye Chenfeng used Fang Tianhua to refer to his actions and angered him. He violently screamed and pulled out The epee in the back scabbard, with the momentum of Lushan, slammed into Ye Chenfeng.

"40 million pounds, broke out!"

Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts moved, and the spirit of the five great points broke out. He held a 300,000-pound Fangtian painting, which drove the trend of the past and slammed into the epee of Lushan. .

"Boom!"

The two heavy treasures collided together and immediately sounded a deafening blast.

The powerful impact force caused the space to be twisted in an instant, and it shook the entire battlefield.

"Great power!"

Bajian is full of self-confidence in his own strength. There are not a few people in the star field who are more powerful than him. However, he is hard to regret the paintings of Fang Tianfeng, but he has a feeling of facing people. The tiger's mouth hurts.

After breaking the offensive of the sword, Ye Chenfeng continued to explode a powerful force, and the ferry attack was made by Fang Tian’s paintings. It was full of strength and filled with 40 million pounds of shadows to make the sword face Subtle changes.

But as the eighth strongman in the star field, the sword knows that he can't retreat. He takes a deep breath and bursts out the strongest force to meet.

But the two men used force to force, with a strong battle against the semi-column time, the sword gradually could not withstand the fierce offensive of Ye Chenfeng, and the body lost.

And he retired, so that the audience in the stands gave a scream, they could not imagine, half-step Ye Haofeng of the beastly realm, actually suppressed the sword.

"It seems that this black rock is not a hoe, he dares to challenge the Luo domain master, there is a snuggle."

"Well, this black rock strength is really good, but the real scary thing about the sword is that he dares to attack. It is estimated that when he shows his skills, the black rock will be defeated."

A lot of people are regretted by the strength of Ye Chenfeng, but more people are still optimistic about the eighth-ranked sword in the star field.

"The meaning of the sword!"

The face of the iron-blue sword takes a deep breath and stabilizes the uncontrolled body. The spirit of the seventy-eight swords is sprayed out of his strong body, and it is madly blended into the ancient epee.

Under the anger, the sword is ready to display a powerful road skill, and wants to kill Ye Chenfeng in one fell swoop and save face.

"Dizziness!"

Ye Chenfeng attacked faster, his foot shifted and phantom, and instantly appeared in front of the sword, the soul broke out in the brain, forming a terrible dizzy force, rushing into the sea of ​​swordsmanship, let him The soul trembled and there was a serious feeling of dizziness in my mind.

Catch the opportunity of the stun of the sword, and Ye Chenfeng’s hand-held celestial paintings are smashed to the chest of the sword.

"Not good!"

In the critical moment, the powerful sword of the soul resumed waking, and the ancient epee was placed in front of it, resisting the attack in Fang Tian's paintings.

"Boom!"

Fang Tianhuai’s heavy stab in the sword of the ancient epee, 40 million jins burst in an instant, with a sword body, bombarded on the chest of the sword.

"Hey!"

A large amount of blood was sprayed in the mouth of the sword, and it was attacked by vertigo. The slow-responding sword was injured by Ye Chenfeng, and a large amount of blood was sprayed in his mouth.

"I want you to die!"

The sword does not care about the physical injury, and it is annoyed with a roar of roaring, and the meaning of the sword is the meaning of the blood, and the intention of the blood is to the extreme, and it is necessary to launch a counterattack regardless of everything.

But the vertigo of Ye Chenfeng's display is hard to prevent, and the hard-working interrupts his tactics, causing his brain to appear blank again, and holding the square painting to continue to attack his body.

"Hey!"

Yang Chenfeng’s Fangtian paintings swept across the chest of the sword, and the powerful force directly broke his body defense, and he flew out of the battlefield and lost this. Field fight.

"Rosie, it's your turn, come and play."

Ye Chenfeng put a 300,000-pound Fang Tianhuai on the martial arts platform, and hooked his face with a gloomy face and screamed.

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