Eight Desolate Sword God

"Well, let me teach you, your strength now!"

Speaking, the soul of the demon cloud, the golden konjac, emerged from his body, hovering over his head, spitting a long core, glaring at Ye Chenfeng.

"Transformation, I didn't expect your soul and beast to change, and immediately became paralyzed."

Looking at the magical soul of the soul, the golden konjac gave birth to a single horn on the forehead, and Ye Chenfeng did not reveal a different color. The magical wind cloud was stronger and could not threaten him.

"Tianmu Daobing!"

The magic wind cloud quickly merged with the Jinqing konjac, holding the celestial squadron to the Ye Chenfeng, wanting to hold it and hold him away.

"The next grader...it seems a bit shabby now."

In that year, the lower grades could be called the first treasure of the Western continent, but now, Ye Chenfeng has looted the Star Luotiancheng and Senluo Temple, and there are more than ten Chinese styles in the middle of the road.

"Looking for death!"

The magic wind cloud saw Ye Chenfeng actually use the flesh and blood palm to resist the attack of the Tian Mo Dao soldiers. The eyes in the eyes shot a strong killing intention, and the forty knife road pattern melted into the Tian Mo Dao soldiers and promoted the road. The power of the soldiers, want to get rid of Ye Chenfeng's palms.

But the morning palm of the hand is comparable to the middle of the road, and the scorpion is like a broken bamboo, but it can't hurt his palm.

The magic wind cloud only feels that this knife is on the hardest black iron. A powerful anti-seismic force is transmitted into the arm through the Tian Mo Dao, and the tiger's mouth is cracked, and the arm has a hint of numbness.

"What, how is this possible!"

There is a glimpse of the magical cloud, and I can’t believe that Ye Chenfeng’s ** is so powerful that he can’t hurt him with all his strength.

"Nothing is impossible. Today I will let you know how big the gap between us is."

Speaking, Ye Chenfeng explored the big hand, and the five elements of the road were sprayed out, turning into a colorful and full-scale hand, with an unparalleled sense of oppression, suppressed to the magic wind.

"The Five Elements is Eight Heavens!"

Seeing more than 80 lines of five lines in the body of Ye Chenfeng, the magic wind cloud has set off a big wave, he can't believe that in just a few years, Ye Chenfeng has grown to such a degree, Cangjie Dodge with full force.

In his heart, there was a slight regret. I regretted that I could not fight all the killing of Ye Chenfeng at the beginning, but at this time he had no retreat. If he could not repel Ye Chenfeng, he would only wait for him to perish.

"Boom!"

The five elements of the big hand fell, directly distorted the void, the power of a powerful space swelled around the sea, and the heavy bombardment on the body of the magical cloud that could not escape, shook his blood and smashed blood. His mouth ran out.

"Magic clouds, meet again, you let me down, if your strength is only the case, then you have not qualified for surrendering me!"

The sixth soul-souling brain that is dying of brain splitting is reserved for him, but if the strength and potential of the magical wind cloud can't satisfy Ye Chenfeng, then Ye Chenfeng will not have such a precious soul-seeking soul. The brain is wasted on him.

"Mart, blood burning, animal form!"

The magic wind cloud wipes the blood overflowing from the corners of the mouth, quickly burning the power of the magic heart and blood, and the change becomes the strongest animal soul form.

"Ye Chenfeng, I want you to die!"

The devil's magical wind roared, and he raised the power of his own understanding to the extreme, maximizing the attack power, and slamming Ye Chenfeng.

"The power of this knife is still okay, but if you want to hurt me, it's too far."

Ye Chenfeng stood quietly in the same place, letting the magic wind cloud slash to himself.

Looking at the magical winds and slashing into the head of Ye Chenfeng, a layer of golden light defensive light shrouded the body of Ye Chenfeng, further enhancing his attack power.

"Hey!"

A piece of cloth was torn apart, and the magic wind cloud smashed the golden body with a knife, but when the power limit of the demon squad was on the head of Ye Chenfeng, he could not hurt him.

Seeing the strength of Ye Chenfeng as a man of heaven, the magic wind is fearful, and the instinctive wants to retreat, but at the moment he withdraws, Ye Chenfeng takes a step.

A strange sword figure appeared at his feet, and a large number of sword lines flew out. For example, Jian Yu generally attacked the magic wind, and broke his defense like a bamboo, and flew him out.

When the magic wind cloud was hit by Ye Chenfeng’s footsteps, his eyes suddenly locked in a white dress with a snowy white dress. The temperament was elegant, and the white-skinned beauty, which was beautiful without touching the powder, wanted to hold her to threaten the leaves. Morning wind, give yourself a chance to live a life.

Suddenly, the robes are added, and the graceful and precious Zeng Biyue is in front of him. The power that erupts in the body makes the magic wind cloud have a feeling of hepatobiliary cracking.

"Six or six battle beasts!"

The magic wind cloud trembled, and did not dare to approach Zeng Biyue, quickly turned back to the body, but at this time, Ye Chenfeng suddenly close, his right hand like a pliers stuck his shoulder.

Next, tens of millions of jins broke out, and Ye Chenfeng fell back and directly dropped the body's out of control magic cloud to the ground, pulling out a large pit on the ground, and a lot of blood appeared in his body. .

"The power of Wonderland, melt!"

The body was repeatedly hit hard, and the magic wind used the final card. He used the power of the magic to force the power of the fairyland in the ethereal fairyland into the body, suppressing serious injuries, inspiring the body potential and enhancing the strength.

"Tenfang Devil!"

The power of Wonderland has raised the level of the first level. The magic wind cloud disregarded the physical injury, and pulled out the cross knife, splitting the void and smashing Ye Chenfeng.

"Boom!"

Ye Chenfeng quickly blasted a punch, and the terrible fist directly smashed the ten-party demon scorpion, and appeared in front of him under the gaze of the horror of the magic wind.

"God, dance all directions!"

Ye Chenfeng is close to the body, and the magic wind cloud casts a big killing move. The eight-day magic knife squats down the armpit, with the power of extinction, and slams into Ye Chenfeng.

The Eight Ways of the Magic Knife fell, and the leaves of the morning wind smashed, and a palm was quickly printed. The terrible meaning turned into a dragon and water shadow of the claws and claws, which strongly tore the sorcerer and the heavy bombardment. On the body of the magic wind, he inflicted heavy flesh and flew him out.

The body was repeatedly hit hard, which made the magic wind smell the threat of death, but he did not accept his life, quickly took out a dark black ink, the size of the longan, the black fruit of the sky, swallowed.

This fruit is found in the fascinating ruins of the fairyland. Because the spiritual power is too strong, he has been afraid to take it, but now he has no choice but to make a full effort.

The next moment, his body swelled, and a lot of blood and energy flowed down his pores. The huge pain made his entire face distorted.

When the strength of the magic wind cloud was further improved, Ye Chenfeng once again became close, broke out with 50 million pounds and five elements, and attacked the magic cloud completely, completely suppressing his offensive, destroying his body and expanding him. The body flew again and again.

The magical body was devastated, but his physical potential was provoked a little under the tide of Ye Chenfeng's tide.

Suddenly, a thunder that rang through the sky rang, and the dazzling sun was covered by the clouds of speed.

Under the fierce attack of Ye Chenfeng, on the verge of life and death, the potential is fully stimulated, and the magical wind cloud that absorbs a lot of power of heaven and fruit attracts the punishment.