Eight Desolate Sword God

The fifth fifty-one chapter four-game winning streak

The sky was just bright, and the circular battlefield that saw the solemn killing aura appeared on the scene. The major forces expert came to the battlefield early, waiting for a new round of competition.

“Ming Wei, your opponent’s strength is not strong today, but you should not be so careless, you can enter the Longyuan Holy City rematch without a mediocre.”

Shui You in the stands, looking at the closed eyes, the face of Ye Chenfeng with a calm face, whispered softly.

“Ok!”

Ye Chenfeng nodded symbolically, while controlling Devouring God Brain to devour the dragon, seeing the imprinted Dao Mark of Sword while waiting for his own game.

Soon, the third day of the game began.

Disciples of all major powers have staged trials, fierce killings, shouts, and screams intertwined, and the atmosphere in the battlefield has become more and more enthusiastic.

The strength of Honglin and Chaoyun is second to none in Xuan Mingzong, but in the rematch of Longyuan Holy City, it can only be regarded as the bottom. In the face of the top geniuses of major forces, they have no power to fight, and they have lost soon. In the third test, I basically lost the chance to advance.

“It’s finally my turn!”

Waiting for more than one hour, it was the turn of Ye Chenfeng’s game. He slowly stood up and flew to the battlefield in the sound of Xuan Ming’s disciples, waiting for his third opponent, Yue Xi Jianzong genius, Level Ma Guanjian of 2 Inverse Beast King Realm.

Although Ma Guanjian is not high in realm, it is a talented person. He has realized Sword Dao to realize the first realm of the younger generation of Jianzong.

“You are very strong. It is the expert I only see in my life. If you can hardly pick up my seven strokes and lose, I will admit defeat.” Ma Guanjian held a snakeskin sword in his hands and looked at Ye Chenfeng with sharp eyes. Fighting intent said high.

“Okay, then I will pick you up seven swords with bare hands.”

Ye Chenfeng liked this direct way of speaking. He nodded very painfully and promised to stand still and wait for him to make a move.

“Hey!”

A shrill sword rang, and the snake-skin sword in the hands of Ma Guanjian was squirted, mapping the screaming sword light into the eyes of Ye Chenfeng.

The next moment, Ma Guanjian’s body is blurred, like a graceful, attacking Ye Chenfeng.

Because Ma Guanjian’s sword is too fast, it is so fast that people can’t react. In the blink of an eye, the low grade Heavenly Sword in his hand stabbed Ye Chenfeng’s throat.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s throat was pierced by this sword. Suddenly, two fingers protruding from Ye Chenfeng appeared in front of the sword’s attacking trajectory, pinching the tip of the sword, making it impossible to advance one point.

In the next moment, eight million jins were shot in between Ye Chenfeng’s fingers, and passed through the low grade Heavenly Sword into the right arm of Ma Guanjian, which shocked his arm with a hint of numbness and almost could not hold the sword. .

“Great power.”

Playing against Ye Chenfeng, Ma Guanjian realized how terrible the power of Ye Chenfeng was. No more Tibetan mastiffs. Ten Dao Mark of Sword sprayed out his body and melted into the low grade Heavenly Sword. Ye Chenfeng two fingers, continue to attack him.

A sword violently went out, and the squally showers covered Ye Chenfeng.

Because he is flying too fast, it creates an illusion. He is not a sword, but a lightning bolt that cuts through the sky. It is so fast that people are dizzying.

Ma Jianjian’s Fast Sword Concept is powerful, but under Ye Chenfeng’s powerful soul perception, there is no threat. Ye Chenfeng easily evades the attacking trajectory of the fast sword and calmly responds to his attack.

“There is still a trick. If you resist this attack, I will admit defeat.”

Looking at the unscathed, calmly resisting Ye Chenfeng of his six killing move, Ma Guanjian screamed, and the whole body swept into the air, showing his biggest killing move.

“A sword on the moon.”

The ten Dao Mark of Sword, which sprayed out the body of Ma Guanjian, instantly gathered, like the moonlight of the sky, rolling through the void, deep and star-like, and turned to Ye Chenfeng.

“Okay, let’s take a chance.”

Looking at the sword front whistling, sword qi stunned the moon and a sword, eight million pounds poured into Ye Chenfeng right fist.

A fist blasted out, an unmatchable horror swordman flew out, and the vast fists of mankind compressed eight million pounds to the extreme, crushing the space appeared awkward.

“Kacha!”

Two powerful forces collided together, and the sword of Ma Guanjian’s display was broken like a broken glass. The terrible fistman’s bombardment of Meng Wei’s bombardment turned to Ma Guanjian’s face, which would not be missed. He flew out.

“puff!”

A lot of blood was sprayed in Ma Guanjian’s mouth. He was like a broken kite. He fell from the air to the ground and lost the game.

“Strong, too strong, I did not expect Xuan Mingzong to have a black horse. It seems that he is likely to break through the seven groups and kill the top 16.”

“Sixteen strong? Wait for him to defeat the corpse Luomo or the magic Liu Qing.”

“The strength of the corpse Luomo is absolutely seven, no one can be enemies, but I think that Xu Mingwei has the strength to fight with the sorcerer of the Western Devils, but the victory and defeat is really difficult to say.”

Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s strong defeat of Ma Guanjian’s scene, many people are once again regretted by his strength and constantly talk about it.

Defeat Ma Guanjian with absolute strength, and Ye Chenfeng, who has a lot of dragons, flew away from the battlefield, returned to the stands, and continued to control Devouring God Brain to understand the Dao Mark of Sword. Dragon, big double head Blood Dragon King.

The game is in full swing, and soon, the morning is over.

In the morning game, there was also a focus battle, which was the first test between Mo Wuwang and the second day of the Shadow House ‘Kwai’.

The Shadow House is the first killer of Western Continent, inheriting a large number of unpredictable and mysterious assassinations of Soul Skill and Dao Intent.

In the face of the end of the ‘Kwai’, the sudden Soul Skill attack, Mo Wuwang did not dare to deal with it.

The two men fought two sticks of incense around the time, Mo Wuwang with a strong strength, suppressed the ‘Kwai’ offensive, and finally defeated it.

This battle, let the major forces see the strength of Mo Wuwang, his call for victory is also rising.

“This Mo Wuwang is really a strong opponent. If it wasn’t Bing Cangshan but Mo Wuwang that went to Tiangucheng, I was probably not his opponent because of my strength at the time.”

Seeing Mo Wuwang and ‘Kwai’ battle, Ye Chenfeng has a general understanding of his strength, and he has a feeling that Mo Wuwang probably only used about 50% of his strength in the first battle, and his card is No one is used.

The morning game passed quickly, and the major players seized the noon break, quickly adjusted the interest rate, adjusted the state as much as possible, and greeted the afternoon game.

After about an hour, the fourth game was staged.

In the fourth game, Ye Chenfeng was the first to play. His opponent was Shi Gang, a genius of Shijia, who was known for his defensive power.

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng was shocked by the power of heaven, Shisen knew that he was not his opponent. Full power resisted more than 30 rounds, and his body defense was broken. He had to open his mouth.

At this point, Ye Chenfeng won a four-game winning streak, but the remaining three games, the field is a hard battle, especially the last game against the corpse Luomo, but also makes Shui You full of worry.

However, Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts at this time have already drifted to the sword of the sword under the stone temple. I can’t wait to continue to participate in the Dao Intent of the sword contained in the sword road to improve my attack power and pull out the mysterious sword. .