Eight Desolate Sword God

“Magic clouds, what are you shaking? Are you scared?”

Looking pale, falling into the magical cloud of deep panic, Ye Chenfeng showed a cold smile.

“Ye Shao, you, you are in the lower limit!”

The reason why the magic wind cloud dares to betray is that the gambling leaf morning wind will not lower the bounds after flying into the sky.

But he did not expect that Ye Chenfeng was off the border so quickly, and his heart was full of panic and fear.

“Yes, if I don’t go down again, the outer continent will be overturned by you.” Ye Chenfeng carried his hands and looked at the magic winds indifferently: “The magical clouds, your means really make me look good, even Blood River, you dare to kill, it seems that you did not put me in the eyes, you said how should I discipline you?”

“You are the leaf morning wind!”

After standing behind the magic wind, a skinny man in a black robe made a cold voice, and said quietly.

“Hey, a lonely ghost, how can you speak!”

Ye Chenfeng has long discovered that a skinny man is parasitic with a powerful soul of the soul, but these souls can be arrogant in the fighting world, in front of him, the finger can kill.

“Kid, you are looking for death!”

The skin of a thin man has a strong soul light, and a powerful soul power breaks out in his skinny body, turning into a stormy wave, dyeing the whole void into black.

“This, what is this power!”

Seeing the power of the skinny man, the elders of Qiu and others have changed their faces.

“Kid, wait for me to dig your heart, drink your blood, I see you still arrogant?”

Speaking, the rolling soul became a ghost claw and caught Ye Chenfeng.

The horrible ghost claws smashed the space, and Ye Chenfeng glanced at the past with one eye.

In an instant, this horrible ghost claw was torn apart and was smashed by Ye Chenfeng.

“What…”

The skinny man’s eyes were rounded, and the cold and proud face showed a panic color. I didn’t even think about it, and immediately fled to the Holy Palace.

But he just flew into the air, he suddenly gave a painful mourning, the whole body burst open, turned into a **** fog, killed on the spot.

When looking at Ye Chenfeng’s body, he killed the honorable demon soul. The magic wind cloud scared the gallbladder, and the legs were soft. He squatted on the ground and kept hoeing.

“Magic Cloud, now, do you think Shantou is useful?” Ye Chenfeng said indifferently.

“Ye Shao, I know that nothing is useless, but I am really forced, it is just that the demon spirit forced me to betray you, killing the blood!” The magic cloud constantly defended itself.

“Are you finished?”

Ye Chenfeng quietly listened to the excuse of the magic wind, but his face did not have a trace of expression change.

“Ye, Ye Shao, you can’t kill me, kill me, Xuehe’s daughter will be buried for me!”

Feeling that Ye Chenfeng did not let go of his own meaning, the magic wind cloud bites his teeth, and the daughter of the blood river threatens Ye Chenfeng.

“Magic Cloud, are you too high-minded, you think I will let you hurt the daughter of Xuehe!”

Ye Chenfeng sneered and gave orders to the soul-sucking brain, eroding his soul.

“Ah!”

In the painful mourning, the soul of the magic cloud is broken quickly, and the pain of the great pain is dying. A lot of blood flows down his seven holes.

“Magic clouds, I killed you!”

Looking at the brain with a little bit of cracking, the Chinese shirt boy bit his teeth and took out a sharp dagger. He ran quickly and smashed a few knives in the belly of the magic cloud.

A moment, a lot of blood splattered, and the vitality of the magic cloud was weaker.

“Father, the baby avenged you!”

The Chinese shirt boy smashed the head of the magic cloud, and ended his life and avenged the king of the killing.

There is a death of the magic wind, the entire palace is in chaos, and many of the Western magic masters who are contaminated with a lot of blood want to escape.

But under the horror of Ye Chenfeng’s horror, no master of the Western Mozong escaped from the Holy Palace, all of them were killed by the soul of Ye Chenfeng’s horror soul, and the soul was broken on the spot.

“The soul of the soul, receive!”

The killing of the Western Mozong master, Ye Chenfeng immediately took away the magic wind cloud and the soul-killing brain of the king of killing.

“Children, come over!”

This time the lower bound, Ye Chenfeng still has a lot of things, can not stay in the Holy Palace for a long time, summoned the sword of the summer butterfly.

“This sword is given to you, he can protect you ten times of safety. After ten times, the energy of this sword will be exhausted and will become the ownerless!” Ye Chenfeng helps him The blood confessed to the main road: “And, this Qiankun ring is for you, and the remedy inside is enough for you to break through to the sixth-level beastmaster in a short time.”

“Thank you for your predecessors!”

Hua-shirt man was kneeling on the ground, respectfully respecting Ye Chenfeng for three heads.

“Okay, the world is full of banquets, we will never let go, after a while, I will find someone to clean up the mess, and hope that you can manage the outer continent together, but the mainland has been stable!” /

After finishing, Ye Chenfeng left the chaotic Holy Palace and went directly to the mainland of Xingluo, preparing to test the next age and recover his soul-splitting brain.

When he came to the mainland of Xingluo, Ye Chenfeng visited Baijia, Jiangjia and Jasper Palace and inquired about the Star Luotian City from their mouths.

What makes Ye Chenfeng very gratified is that Xingluo Tiancheng is thriving under the leadership of the ages, not only has there been no confusion, but has grown stronger and stronger. The overall strength of the mainland has been significantly improved.

“For the white predecessors, isn’t Ziqing in the government?”

Ye Chenfeng did not feel the smell of Bai Ziqing in Baijiafu, and he was surprised to ask.

“Zi Qing went to the Central World in pursuit of a higher martial arts!” Bai Feng said.

“For the morning breeze, how long will you stay in the lower bound?” Bai Feng and others did not expect to see Ye Chenfeng in his lifetime. He wanted to stay with him for a few more days and learn more from his mouth. Tianyu.

“This time, I can’t wait for a long time. I will return to Tianyu after a while!”

Although the Tianyu crisis is heavy, the tomb of the wilderness is about to appear, and Ye Chenfeng cannot stay in the soul of the mainland for too long.

“Predecessors, these three Qiankun rings are for you, enough to let you break through several levels and strengthen your family strength. I believe we have another day to meet again!” Before leaving, Ye Chenfeng left Bai Feng, Jiang Stars and other three Qiankun rings, left the Baijiafu, went to the Star Luotiancheng, and found the ancient autumn in cultivation.

Three days later, Ye Chenfeng took away the soul-sucking brain of the ages, leaving him with a lot of cultivation resources, leaving nothing to stop, leaving the mainland and going to the central world.

“The door to the Tianyu is open, I hope the Central World will not have an accident!”

When the Tianyu Gate was soaring in the North Master, it was torn by Taiyi. Ye Chenfeng was somewhat worried. The tribes knew that their inheritance in the land of Fighting Soul was destroyed, and they would re-deploy the lower bounds, so that the central world would be in jeopardy. .

This is also one of the purposes of Ye Chenfeng’s lower bounds.