Chapter 422: Exposing secrets
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Eight Desolate Sword God
- Tears And Rain
- 1400 characters
- 2021-01-31 10:08:43
"You, too weak!"
Ye Chenfeng looked at his head and cracked, and he shed a lot of blood. The wolf was on the ground with ice, and he didn’t chase after him. He looked at him indifferently, and sneered coldly.
"I must kill you."
The arrogant ice singer has suffered such a shameful humiliation, an angry roar, a cockroach, a burdock, a red light swells out of his body, and sends out to Ye Chenfeng. Huge roar.
"Vientiane is in the palm of your hand!"
The moment when the ice singer and the soul beast merged, the whole body leaped high and printed a palm at the morning.
The rolling soul force instantly condenses into a huge handprint, like a wild elephant, carrying amazing destructive power, and bombarded Ye Chenfeng.
"Hey!"
Ye Chenfeng quickly stepped forward, filled with three million pounds of fists and slammed up. The power of the fist broke directly into the palm of Vientiane, and bombarded the chest of the ice. .
"What..."
Iceiko didn’t think that Ye Chenfeng’s physical strength was so terrible, his heart was tight, and he tried to dodge at a strange pace.
"古寒玄冰, freeze!"
The moment he evaded, the power of the ancient cold Xuanbing passed through the ground, and the ice sealed his feet, greatly slowing the speed of his dodging.
Just as he forcibly shattered the freezing of the ancient cold mysterious ice, Ye Chenfeng clasped his claws and buckled his neck. He once again mentioned him in midair, a standard over-shoulder, and he was paralyzed. He fell to the ground.
"Boom!"
The body of Bingziqi fell to the ground again, and the powerful force shook the surface of the battle table. A lot of blood ran out of his head and body.
"I rely on, is that Ye Chenfeng really only has six levels of mysterious beasts? This is too fierce."
"The six-level sacred beasts force the second-level anti-beast king. I didn't expect that there are such enchanting geniuses in the floating mountains. It seems that it is difficult for all major forces to surpass the detached status of the floating mountains."
"Awful, abominable boy, he came out of it."
Looking at Ye Chenfeng’s deliberate humiliation of the ice singer’s scene, the face of Bing Qingchuan was mad, and staring at Ye Chenfeng with anger, said with a grin.
"Are you doing this? It’s really disappointing."
Ye Chenfeng looked at his head and broke his blood. He was very embarrassed with ice, his mouth was slightly upturned, and his cold and sardonic.
"The power of blood, burning!"
Immersed in a dizzy ice, I took a deep breath, suppressed the physical injury, and quickly climbed up on the ground, igniting the power of the blood, maximizing my strength, holding a lower level of the instrument. The cold crystal sword, carrying a desperate force, turned to Ye Chenfeng.
"Death is a knife."
After a knife, Mori's knife smashed the sky, and the layers of air were all opened by the knife, leaving a deep mark in midair.
After being attacked by the singer of the ice singer, Ye Chenfeng still did not display any soul skills, and the skills of the flesh and blood blasted up.
"Looking for death!"
Bingzi Qi did not think that Ye Chenfeng was so arrogant, with the flesh and blood to resist the dead knives that he held under his hand, and the eyes in his eyes shot a strong killing, trying to improve the power of the knife. .
When the dead knife is on the fist of Ye Chenfeng, there is a feeling of squatting on the black iron, which cannot hurt one point.
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng’s body in the Shenmen Cave, the power of the two great spirit beads in the Yongquan Cave broke out.
Five million kilograms of force perfusion in his fists, smashing the dead and smashing the dead knives, rushing into the cold crystal knives, shaking the sword and shaking.
"What..."
Feeling the power of the cold crystal sword, the ice singer sings a lot of blood, and the whole arm has a hint of numbness.
At the time of his surprise, Ye Chenfeng’s foot movements and shadows instantly morphed into a residual image, which flashed in front of him and appeared behind him.
"Oh!"
Feeling that Ye Chenfeng once again flashed behind him, the ice singer’s heart suddenly jumped, and instantly condensed the red soul wing, it was necessary to fly to the air to dodge.
The reaction of Bingziqi is extremely fast, but Ye Chenfeng’s shot is faster, he buckled his ankle, and 5 million pounds broke out, pulling him back hard, slamming Wrestled in the fighting platform.
Next, Ye Chenfeng buckled his ankle and pulled him up again, like throwing a sack. For the second time, he fell to the fighting platform for the third time.
The terrible impact force hardened the turrets to be full of cracks, and a lot of blood flowed out of his body, dyeing the fighting platform.
"I killed you!"
When Ye Chenfeng made a twenty-eight-story fall on the ice singer, almost destroying his body, the edge of life and death, the stunned ice of the brain used the last card.
The body seal was untied, and a lot of magical spurts out of his body, quickly bringing together a black lotus that slowly blooms and is filled with the power of destruction. It is as fast as a meteor bombardment to Ye Chenfeng.
"It’s finally stuffed!"
Ye Chenfeng’s mouth was slightly upturned, and the hand that buckled his ankle was released. The foot flashed under the foot and flashed away from the attack of Wanhua Black Lotus.
"Wanhua Black Lotus!"
"Ice Qingchuan, why did your Ice Palace disciples inherit the magical power of the Western Mozong."
Seeing the fact that Ye Chenfeng forced the secret of the ice singer in the public, Xue Tianchi and other masters of the floating mountains all stood up, and looked at the ice-green river with a gloomy face like water, and asked loudly.
"This... This is the chance of the child, how do I know." The face of the blue-green ice Qingchuan trembled and argued.
"Yes? I don't know where you are, do some people believe him?" Xue Tianchi wisely asked, watching the reaction of everyone.
"Hey, no matter if you don't believe it, Ziqi is indeed a disciple of my ice palace. As for why he would pass the magical power of the West Mozong, I don't know." Bing Qingchuan said with a hard scalp.
But he was very angry in his heart. He never thought that the ice singer would be forced out of the secret by Ye Chenfeng and pushed them to the edge of the knife.
When I heard the explanation of Bing Qingchuan, Jianling Taoist people completely believed that they had colluded with the Western Mozong. The Liuyunzong, the dry house and other six-category gates also saw the doubts, and looked at the eyes of Bing Qingchuan. Questioning and hostility.
"Okay, you can send you on the road."
The purpose is to let the ice singularly reveal the secret, Ye Chenfeng no longer merciless, the lightning flashes under his feet, and instantly appears in front of the ice geek.
"The soul of the town!"
Ye Chenfeng punched out, and five million pounds of force blended with powerful soul power, instantly condensing a big hand holding the soul of the town, with an unparalleled sense of oppression, slamming in the ice On the chest.
"Hey!"
After being close to the door, he was attacked by the soul of the town. The injury was not light. The slow-responding ice body was immediately broken. The chest was directly sunken into the body. A lot of blood and visceral debris spewed out of the mouth. In midair.
"You give me to die."
The body was badly hit, and the ice-cream that smelled the death threat took out the black beads that Bing Qingchuan gave him. He wanted to use the power of this bead to kill Ye Chenfeng.
"Sword of the road, killing."
The sharpness of Ye Chenfeng’s soul, at the moment when Bingziqi took out the black beads, a lightning-fast sword line flew out and grabbed the sharp hole before he threw out the black beads. His head.
"Boom!"
The black beads exploded immediately, and the powerful blasting force directly shattered his body and died on the spot.
The ice is singularly dead, his tower of gas and gas is immediately broken, a lot of gas power, and the force of the air in the sky, crazy into the body of Ye Chenfeng.
With less than five breaths, Ye Chenfeng has become a two-story tower of gas transportation, and its powerful strength has shocked everyone.