Eight Desolate Sword God

"Stop, Lian Sanjun, today is the day of my grandfather's 70th birthday. If you dare to let go, don't blame me for being polite to you."

On the occasion of Ye Chenfeng and Lian Sanjun’s swordsmanship, Bai Xiya could not stand, standing in front of Ye Chenfeng and loudly warning.

The face of Ji Tingxue is also gloomy. Although she doesn't like Ye Chenfeng, she never believes that Ye Chenfeng will harass her fascinating woman in her own way.

"Xiya, I don't want to give you face, it's really a hateful thing."

Lian Sanjun did not expect Bai Xiya to be in the early stage of Ye Chenfeng. The heart was even more angry and said in a low voice.

"I believe in the character of the morning breeze, he will never do that kind of thing." Bai Xiya ignored the angry eyes of the Liansu Army and supported Ye Chenfeng.

"I also believe that the morning breeze is being shackled. I hope that you will not provoke us any more, otherwise I will make you regret it." Ji Tixue coldly warned.

"Ye Chenfeng, you shrink the tortoise, you did something sly, you will only hide behind the woman? You just have the momentum, you are still not a man."

Lian Sanjun saw Bai Xiya, Ji Tixue continued to force him, and for his own, his face was gloomy.

It can be said that he humiliated Ye Chenfeng and attracted Ji Peng’s plan to make a bath.

"Take snow, Shiya, their goal is me. If they don't achieve their goals, they won't give up, let me solve this problem." Facing the provocation of the Lian Sanjun, Ye Chenfeng is not A slight influence, said slowly.

"Morning wind, the Lian Sanjun is a three-level spirit beast, you are definitely not his opponent."

Bai Xiya already knew that Ye Chenfeng could not condense soul beasts because of his soul, and he could not cultivate soul power. Therefore, he challenged a three-level spirit beast with the strength of a mortal, which is no different from finding abusive.

"Reassure, I have my own size." Ye Chenfeng showed a confident smile and said: "Lian Sanjun, how do we make a gamble, the losers climb out from here."

"Ye Chenfeng, it seems that you are very confident."

When I heard Ye Chenfeng’s proposed bet, Lian Sanjun’s brow slightly wrinkled and looked at Ye Chenfeng’s eyes slightly changed.

"Why, you dare?" Ye Chenfeng sneered, deliberately imitating the original words of Lian Sanjun, ridiculing him: "You just have the momentum, you are still not a man."

"Ye Chenfeng, I would like to see who climbed and left here." Hearing the rasping laughter around, Lian Sanjun was completely irritated by Ye Chenfeng, a powerful soul in his body. Dissipated in the middle.

"Soul beast, black turtle fusion."

Lian Sanjun’s thoughts and movements, the body and the soul beast black turtles blend together, the maximum amplitude of the strength, with a strong sense of oppression, a shot hit Ye Chenfeng.

"The ending will disappoint you."

Ye Chenfeng quickly stepped forward, and a sound like a thunder was produced at his feet. Ye Chenfeng waved his right palm and greeted him.

When the Lianlian army was filled with the fist of the soul, when Ye Chenfeng’s palm was palm, Ye Chenfeng’s skin shook a little.

A force that prevented the Liansu Army from resisting broke out in the palm of his hand.

The powerful force made the Liansu army unable to go any further. It also shattered the soul power in his fist and shocked his arm with a feeling of breaking.

"How could this be?"

Lian Sanjun’s brow screamed, and his face was full of horror: “Is this leaf morning wind a humanoid monster? How can physical strength be so terrible?”

On the occasion of his loss of life, Ye Chenfeng appeared in front of him in a slippery step, and his powerful fist slammed into his chest.

In the dangerous situation, Lian Sanjun inspired the potential of the body. He quickly stepped back, and his legs swung like a gyro quickly. He kicked out eighteen feet in a row, intertwined with a sharp leg. To force Ye Chenfeng back.

Lian Sanjun this series of counterattacks is very fierce, and the general four-level spirits are difficult to resist.

But Chen Chenfeng's physical strength can easily crush the six-level spirit beast, simply ignoring his counterattack.

Only listening to the "嘭嘭" sound, Ye Chenfeng rushed into the fierce leg shadows, and the fists full of oppression smashed the leg shadows of the Lian Sanjun, and buckled his ankle.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng jerked his right shoulder, and the skin of the whole body shook again. The powerful force instantly pressed the soul of the three army, and directly pulled him down from the air, and fell heavily on the ground. .

"Black Turtle, Attack!"

In the moment when the body squatted on the ground, Lian Sanjun clenched his teeth and summoned the soul beast black turtle, and attacked Ye Chenfeng in close proximity.

"Morning wind, be careful."

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng is in danger, Ji Tingxue has a tight heart, and the soul in his mind bursts out in an instant, condensing the soul beast ice bird and wanting to help.

"Give me broken."

Cultivating the Soul Eater, Ye Chenfeng’s soul perception is far superior to that of ordinary people. He reacted when the Lian Sanjun controlled the soul beast black turtle attack.

The force of 2,500 kilograms was instantly infused in the right fist of Ye Chenfeng, a black turtle that was hit in a boxing.

The black turtle is a soul beast, but its body defense is far superior to the general soul beast. Even the four-level spirit beast can hardly break its body defense.

However, it was attacked by Ye Chenfeng with a fist of 2,500 kilograms. The hard body of the black turtle began to crack like a broken glass. Eventually, the black turtle’s painful screams and burst open.

"This figure..."

Seeing the scene of Ye Chenfeng’s boxing explosion of the soul beast black turtle, a figure that makes Bai Xiya’s soul dreams jump out of her mind.

The idea of ​​being vetoed by her earlier came back to her mind again, giving her a feeling that Ye Chenfeng was the morning master.

"噗..."

The soul beast black turtle was blasted by Ye Chenfeng, and the Lian Sanjun was immediately attacked by the soul. Several blood vessels in his head exploded, and a large amount of blood was sprayed in his mouth.

Seeing the scene in front of you, Di Wan, who is holding a good-looking actor, is poured into a body of cold water, and he shudders and is directly stupid.

The enchanting woman who was framed by Ye Chenfeng was even more frightened and disappointed. She was uneasy and did not dare to look at Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.

"Lian Sanjun, the victory and defeat have been divided, you can climb out from here." Ye Chenfeng carrying his hands, indifferently watching the injury, the seven holes of **** Lian Sanjun, can not resist the command.

"Ye Chenfeng, I advise you to leave a line of things to do things, otherwise you will regret it."

Let him climb out from the white house like a dog. It is more uncomfortable than killing him. If he really climbs out, he will become a laughing stock of Baidi City.

"My words don't like to repeat the second time. If you don't climb out and go out, then I can only help you." Ye Chenfeng's eyes became a line, and the road was like a sharp edge. come out.

"You..."

Touching Ye Chenfeng's stunned eyes, Lian Sanjun suddenly had a feeling of suffocation, and his legs tremble uncontrollably.

"Stop!"

Just as the Lian Sanjun could not withstand the pressure of Ye Chenfeng's physical body, and at a loss, an angry popping sound suddenly sounded.

Lian Sanjun’s father, Lian Wansong, the owner of Lian’s family, heard the obituary and appeared with a few high-ranking experts.