Chapter 121: Swords vs. Knife

"Win, Ye Shixiong defeated Lin Shixiong."
When I fell out of the battlefield, I was covered in blood, and I didn’t get up for a long time.
"You said that the final champion is Fu Shijie or Lin Shixiong." Many people began to compare Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue.
"It should be a good master of Fu Shi, after all, Fu Shijie has single-handedly killed three big five-level beasts, and defeated Lin Shixiong with one knife."
"Well, I also think that Fu Shijie is very powerful, and Ye Shixiong is unlikely to win."
Although Ye Chenfeng passed all the way, he defeated all the opponents and performed strong enough, but Fu Youyue’s performance was even worse, and almost no one could stop her from attacking.
So more people are still optimistic about Fu Youyue, optimistic that she can win the final championship.
"A terrible soul technique, just the palm print printed by Ye Chenfeng, is it a level-level soul skill that is not low in level."
Recalling the scene of Ye Chenfeng’s palm-splitting forest, the road is full of horror. He has a feeling that Ye Chenfeng’s attacking cloud is over, and the attacking power is more than Yourself.
"Ye Chenfeng, I don't know how long you need to rest, you don't need to have a final match with Fu Youyue tomorrow." During the fair period, the dry road slowly stood up in the seat and asked with a loud voice.
"No, give me a fragrant recovery time is enough." Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said.
Although Ye Chenfeng’s battle with Lin Biao’s heart seems to be fierce, but he has cultivated the six-pulse to the third realm, his physical resilience is terrible.
A musk time is enough to restore the power he consumes and adjust his or her own state to the best.
"That's good, then I will give you a fragrant time to recover, after a scent, the final competition." The tribute of Bai Xian with a deep look at Ye Chenfeng, nodded and announced.
"A scent!"
When I heard Ye Chenfeng only need a scent of scent to recover time, Fu Youyue flashed a touch of unexpected color in his beautiful eyes, looking at the knees and sitting on the field, looking at the recovery of Ye Chenfeng, Close your eyes and wait for the arrival of the last battle.
A musk time passed quickly. After a fragrant time recovery, Ye Chenfeng completely recovered his physical strength and slowly stood up and said: "The owner, I have fully recovered, can be tested. ."
"Hey!"
Ye Chenfeng’s voice just fell, and Fu Youyue, sitting cross-legged on the stands, opened his eyes and his body suddenly jumped up like a sword. He crossed the sky and landed on the competition.
Feeling the powerful knives emanating from Fu Youyue’s body, Ye Chenfeng’s deep scorpion scorpion shot the brilliance, and the body’s swords were uncontrollably sprayed out, colliding with the knife that Fu Youyue released. .
"Rumble!"
Swords, the knifes collided together, and suddenly the waves in the air, the powerful momentum made many Wufu disciples in the stands feel suffocated.
"Sword potential, Ye Shixiong actually realized the sword, he, how he cultivated."
"Phenomenon, this leaf morning wind is really the same as Fu Youyue. It is a metamorphosis." Lost to Ye Chenfeng, the injured Lin Biao heart, licking the red chest, muttered to himself.
At this time, he was completely impressed by the strength of Ye Chenfeng.
"Ye Chenfeng, you are very good, your growth rate is beyond my imagination, I hope to play against you, you don't let me down." I feel that the knife that I released can't help but the sword that Ye Chenfeng released. Fu Youyue opened his wet mouth slightly, and his voice said coldly.
"Reassured, will make you satisfied." Ye Chenfeng looked at Fu Youyue's cold face, faint response, the Panlong epee weighing three thousand pounds appeared in his hands, the fierce sword is constantly Soaring.
"Start!"
With the slamming of the road, the ultimate battle began.
"Boom!"
Fu Youyue’s body in the body is completely vented, but he has not yet issued a knife but gives a long-lost domineering. The terrible momentum makes people want to break.
"Hey!"
The overwhelming knife attack came, and Ye Chenfeng immediately took out the sword. A stabbing swordman plucked out of the air. A sword tore up the knife and attacked and attacked Fu Youyue.
"Crush!"
Fu Youyue smashed the hole, and the knife in his hand smashed out. The terrible knives directly shattered the swordsman that Ye Chenfeng came.
"Good, this Fu Youyue is not the first day of Tianhuo Wufu, her attack power is probably the same as me, more than the six-level beast will be."
Seeing the fire of Fu Youyue, Ye Chenfeng also played a strong heart, but he did not want to expose the Xuanhan Lingshui, killing the swords two big cards, constantly urging the sword to attack.
For a time, the entire battlefield was over the sword, and the inexhaustible power swept around, shaking the tremors of the competition with special materials.
"The broken knife is broken, the mountain is broken."
The knife's momentum can't suppress Ye Chenfeng, Fu Youyue's slender legs are violently exerted, and Miao Man's body is swept away, a fierce and powerful weapon, smashing the emptiness, and smashing the leaves Morning wind.
"Twelve thousand pounds of force, broke out."
Ye Chenfeng’s pupils shrank, and all the strength of the whole body broke out. He was poured into the Panlong epee, which inspired the nine attacking patterns in the epee and took out a sword in the air.
"Boom!"
The swords and swords collide together. The swords and swords of the sky are flying around, and the hard battlefields are cut and riddled with holes. The terrible attack deeply shocked the hearts of the Wufu disciples in the stands.
"How is it possible, how can the little beast be so powerful?"
Shen Tu crazy was deeply shocked by the amazing strength of Ye Chenfeng, revealing the complex color of despair, unwillingness and powerlessness.
With the strength revealed by Ye Chenfeng, he knows that he will not be able to surpass him in his life.
"Cleavage the knife, crack the world."
Feng Youyue fell to the matchfield moment, her whole body and knife merged together, and the morning air smashed out the eighth style of the broken knife. The reddish knife knives seemed to fuse the endless flame, tearing Cracked the air, a knife smashed to Ye Chenfeng.
"Changyun palm."
Feeling the horror of Fu Youyue’s knife, Ye Chenfeng slammed a step forward, the strength of the whole body, the soul force swarmed into the right palm, and the three overlapping clouds were printed and printed. In the red-red knives, it resisted the eighth form of the broken knife of Fu Youyue.
"Rumble!"
The sound of a thunderous sound blew, and the powerful force swept the world, almost shattering the cracked battlefield.
"Hey!"
Ye Chenfeng's display of the collapsed cloud palm resisted the eighth type of the broken knife of Fu Youyue's display, but he was still shaken back three times by the terrible anti-shock force, and the whole body's blood violently rolled.
And Fu Youyue is also uncomfortable. There is a flush of redness on the face of the cold face, and the breathing has become short. The right hand of the knife is running out of blood.
"The owner, you said that the two of them will laugh at the end."
The deputy head of the fire-fighting peak was shaken by the strength of the two people. He had to admit that regardless of Ye Chenfeng or Fu Youyue, the attack power exceeded him.
"I can't see it, but according to their current situation, the results of the game should be announced immediately." The road looked at Ye Chenfeng with a gaze, and some looked forward to it.
"Fu Shijie, it’s my turn to attack."
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and pressed the blood in his body. The sword was squirting in his body and rushing into the sky.
"Sword is a double heaven!"
Feeling the sword's momentum that suddenly rises in Ye Chenfeng's body. Fu Youyue's face is full of horror, and he can't help but exclaim.