Chapter 132: A sword breaks the sword monument

"Three days have passed, now it is time for you to check."
Three days passed by, watching like a sculpture, sitting under the sword monument, falling into the deep epiphany of Ye Chenfeng, the monumental opening awakened him.
The next moment, a rushing sword in the body of Ye Chenfeng sprayed out the air, tearing the air into tears, and the criss-crossing swords remained in the air for a long time.
"Swords are four heavens. In just two days, he has continuously realized the three potentials of the sword and the four heavens. These talents are terrible."
There are many geniuses who have not known how many years have been seen, but they have never seen Ye Chenfeng and other enchanting, and the heart of Gujing has no trace of embarrassment.
"Maybe he has such a chance to inherit the inheritance of my spiritual family through the ultimate test of the true spirits."
"It has been three days, and time has passed." Ye Chenfeng reluctantly woke up in the epiphany,
In these three days, Ye Chenfeng used his brain to constantly push the deep swordsmanship engraved in the sword, and finally raised his level of swords in a limited time to a level. The sword is four heavens.
"Put your hand on the sword monument, I will help you start the sword monument assessment." The spirit of the monument slowly said, the tone of speech eased a lot.
"Yes!"
Ye Chenfeng nodded and stood up on the ground, pressing his right hand on a smooth mirrored sword.
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng felt that he was brought into an independent space, a man wearing a black dark pattern robes, tall and straight, and a cold-looking man standing in front of him with a green-green light sword.
"A terrible killing."
Feeling the killing gas emitted by the man in the black robe, Ye Chenfeng’s pupil immediately shrank into the most dangerous pinhole.
"Kill..."
The black robes of the man’s turbid eyes suddenly shot out of the road, and a deafening killing of the words resounded through the space, shaking the leaves of the morning wind eardrum.
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng clearly saw that the green-green long sword in the hands of the black robe man moved and smashed a sword at his own.
Black Swordsman tears the air at an incredible speed and turns to himself.
"Swords are four heavens."
Feeling the terrible sword of the black robe man, Ye Chenfeng immediately sprayed out the four swords in the body, and instantly gathered into a light sword of more than ten meters long, and a sword greeted him.
The two swordsmanships are intertwined, and immediately swaying the road, and the air is criss-crossed.
"I see how many swords you can resist."
The attack was resolved by Ye Chenfeng. The black man’s pupils shrank and then pulled out three swords. Each sword’s speed exceeded the speed of light, and the power was multiplied.
"Not good!"
Ye Chenfeng holds the epee epee, and after hard to resist the black man’s two swords, he is unable to resist the third sword. The sword is smashed into the mind, and the soul immediately cracks a crack. A lot of blood flowed down his seven holes.
If it is not a black man's attack, only for the soul, not attacking the body, just the sword is enough to split Ye Chenfeng's body in half.
"Deeping the brain, repairing."
Ye Chenfeng resists the feeling of splitting his lips, and controls the brain to forcibly repair his seriously damaged soul.
Between about two breaths, Ye Chenfeng’s soul injury is completely restored.
"It's too strong, this black man's strength is too strong, how can he beat him?"
Seeing the terrible man in black, Ye Chenfeng felt tremendous pressure. He felt that with his current strength, he contends against the black man and sends him to death.
"Oh, interesting, I have nothing to do with my sword, I have to see if you can resist my sword attack."
I noticed that the early morning of Ye Chenfeng restored the soul injury. The black man’s cold and proud face showed a strange smile. A sword spurted out his body and swayed the world.
"Bai Ling Sword!"
Hundreds of swords that spurted out of the body were shocked out, like a meteor that cut through the sky, dragging a long sword, attacking Ye Chenfeng.
For a time, Ye Chenfeng felt the sky rolling, the air rolling, and the space in front of him seemed to be shredded.
The devastating power of the swordsman makes him feel suffocated and smells the breath of death.
In the face of the black man’s sword attack, Ye Chenfeng knows that he has no retreat. He must resist it all the time. If he can’t resist the attack of Bailing’s sword, he may have a life worry.
"Instant killing a sword."
Ye Chenfeng bites his teeth, and the whole body merges with the Panlong epee, and turns into a very fine sword mang, with a sharp edge, rushing into the hundred swords.
"The sword is five days, broken."
"Thirteen thousand pounds of force, broken."
"Xuanhan Lingshui, broken!"
In order to break the black man's trick, Ye Chenfeng used all the cards, like a lonely boat in the sea, fighting fiercely in the squally showers, seeking the vitality.
"Hey!"
Ye Chenfeng fights a fierce battle, but his soul is still bruised by a black sword and a large number of sword marks.
The soul is seriously injured, but the warfare in Ye Chenfeng is getting more and more high. In the deadly fight, Ye Chenfeng gradually enters into a mysterious state, and a vast sword is like a stormy wave in the black sword rain. Rolling roar in the middle.
Under a wave of high-spirited swords, the black man’s sword was finally torn apart, and Ye Chenfeng flashed and rushed out.
"You can resist the swordsmanship that I am showing. You are the first person in the millennium, but the distance is better than me. It is still too far." The black man looked at Ye Chenfeng with serious emotional damage without a trace of affection. , whispered.
"Not necessarily."
Although Ye Chenfeng’s situation is very bad at this time, his soul has been attacked continuously, allowing the brain to capture a mysterious thing and quickly deduct it.
"Then I will see, how do you beat me."
"Destruction."
The black man violently screamed, and the swordsman, which was filled with the power of destruction, tore the heavens and the earth, and the mans rushed into the sky, like a sea of ​​clouds rolling over the sky, and a sword slammed into Ye Chenfeng.
"The trajectory, right, the trajectory, every sword he sends, is integrated into the same trajectory."
Looking at the soul of Ye Chenfeng, the soul of the black man will be smashed away. The high-speed deduction of the brain will capture the attack trajectory of this sword.
"Hey!"
Ye Chenfeng's body was gently moved, rubbing the black man's sword to avoid one side.
"Instant Killing a Sword!"
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng and Panlong Epee merge into one, stabbing a sword of extreme speed, the sharp swordsman filled with the four swordsman stabbed the black man's chest and directly put his body. Penetrated.
"You, you captured my attacking trajectory."
The man in black ignoring the sword hole in the chest, widened his eyes, and looked at Ye Chenfeng incredibly. Some could not imagine that with the strength of Ye Chenfeng, he captured his own attack trajectory in an instant.
"Well, the trajectory of the seniors has been known to me. I don't know if the seniors are still ready to continue to compare?" Ye Chenfeng nodded and asked.
"If you can resist the attack of the sword below me, even if you pass."
The man in the black man’s eyes shot a sharper eye than the sharp sword. A sharp momentum broke out in his body. In the blink of an eye, he melted into the attack trajectory.
"Hey!"
The sound of the torn cloth suddenly sounded, and a sword like a crack in the space shook out, tearing the space, carrying an amazing attacking power to Ye Chenfeng.
"Instant Killing a Sword!"
The black man attacked with a deadly attack launched by the sword. Ye Chenfeng did not dodge, but sneaked a sword and sneaked up.
Between the Jianguang intertwined, Ye Chenfeng used the power of the brain to lock the attack trajectory, avoiding the shocking sword of the black man with the sword.
The quick-killing sword that he launched was accurately stabbed in the man's head of the black man, and his head was pierced.
"Hey!" A crisp and cracking sound.
A moment when the black man’s head was pierced, a crack appeared on the surface of the sword.
Ye Chenfeng has a sword and a sword.