Chapter 95: 巅峰一剑

"Not good, this leaf morning wind is too strong, we can't stop him, quickly tell the second lord, let the two masters come to support us."
Although the number of people is dominant, Ye Chenfeng’s attack power is so amazing that the sharp swords continue to destroy their attacks and harvest their lives. Soon, their defenses are torn by Ye Chenfeng. .
"Death."
The gap was torn, and the morning wind did not break out. His whole body was swirling for a week in the same place. A sharp sword like a peacock spreads around.
Between the blink of an eye, four other Shentu family masters were killed under the sword attack. The body that was opened by Jianmang fell into a pool of blood.
In the morning of Ye Chenfeng's thunder-like offensive, the crazy Tuyu Shentu family masters, let them fear, have to retreat, a shrill bird sounds.
A whole body paint is black, the eyes are sharp like a knife, and the black sculptures with a wingspan of more than five meters flash with huge wings, such as a black light flying fast.
And on the back of the black eagle, there was still a cold-faced, black robes, a red-fired rifle, and a middle-aged man with a strong sense of oppression.
"Black jade carving."
Looking at the black eagle that flew in a hurry, Ye Chenfeng showed an unexpected joy. What he lacks most now is the black jade carving, which can fly for a long time, and the mount is extremely fast.
"Ye Chenfeng, you dare to kill my Shentu family disciple, I want your life
Looking at more than 20 people including Shen Tuheng, they fell in a pool of blood and killed Huang Quan. The two masters of the Shentu family, the third-level beasts will only feel the spur of the realm of the realm. Flying from the black jade carving, holding a fire-colored pistol, stabbed Ye Chenfeng.
"Three-level beast will!"
Feeling the strength of Shen Tuzhi's life, Ye Chenfeng felt a little tricky, but he was determined to win the black jade carving. He only had the opportunity to the black jade carving if he killed Shen Tu.
"Swords!"
Ye Chenfeng burst into a burst, and the momentum of the body suddenly broke out. The thin sword was poured into the broken sword, and the surface of the broken sword was plated with a sharp sword, and a sword greeted.
The guns and swords are intertwined, suddenly igniting the fire, and the sharp attack has torn the surrounding air.
"Hey!"
The hard regrets of Shen Tu’s life-threatening, Ye Chenfeng’s body was shaken back two steps, and while he retreated, his feet were deeply trapped in the stratum, leaving two deep footprints.
In contrast, Shen Tuzhi did not take up much of the cheap, the arm of the fire-colored pistol shook numb, and the whole body's blood violently rolled.
"How is it possible, how can his attack power be so terrible?"
Feeling the feeling of numbness from the arm, Shen Tuzhi’s heart has set off a big wave, and he can’t accept it. It’s only the morning air of the six-level illusionist, and the attacking power can be divided equally with himself.
"Swords."
A sword that surprised the world was sprayed out in the body of Ye Chenfeng, and the sound of a piercing sword continued to ring.
"Hey!"
The air was torn by the sword of the morning wind, and the sword that was sprayed out was blended in the sword, and a sword stabbed the chest of Shen Tuzhi.
"Broken!"
Shen Tu’s fate is shrinking, and a huge scorpion emerges from his body, increasing his own soul power to the peak and stabbing the most powerful shot.
Shen Tuzhi's gun, with the momentum of mountains and rivers, the fierce attack made a crack in the air, hitting the swordsman stalked by Ye Chenfeng.
The tip of the needle is on the awn.
The two big attacks collided together and suddenly caused a thousand waves.
The powerful anti-seismic force shook the ground and shivered. There was a huge crack on the majestic border wall and it continued to stretch.
"It's too strong, and the strength of these two people is too strong. Only Yuwei will shatter the walls of the impregnable soup."
"Yes, I don't know where the man came from, and even the battle with Shen Tu has not fallen into the wind."
"Transformation Phantom!"
Hard hard can not get the repressive advantage, Ye Chenfeng immediately changed the tactics, only to see a flash of light under his feet, instantly illusion of a speed afterimage, approaching Shen Tuzhi, and launching a fierce attack on him.
In order to damage Shen Tuzhi's life, Ye Chenfeng's attack power of each sword is concise to the extreme, coupled with the amplitude of the sword's potential, the swordman's sharpness is extremely incomparable, and Shen Tuzhi's body is marked with a scar, a lot of blood. Flowing out.
"Break of the Beast!"
Teaching to the horrible sword, Shen Tuzhi immediately controlled the soul beast to become armor, covering the whole body, resisting the fierce attack launched by Ye Chenfeng.
"No Shadow Shooting."
A shot stabbed, the fire-colored pistol in the hands of Shen Tuzhi's life mapped the glare of the glare, and the sharp guns spurred the lasing, overwhelming, without gaps.
"70,000 pounds!"
There was a shadowless gun attack by Shen Tuzhi, and Ye Chenfeng raised his power to the peak and counterattacked with a broken sword filled with 70,000 jin.
"Mom, is this kid a humanoid monster? How can the physical strength change?"
Shen Tuzhi’s life saw Ye Chenfeng’s efforts to break his guns and continuously resolve his offensive, revealing an incredible color.
However, the more the performance of Ye Chenfeng's performance, the more determined the Shentu knows his life and kills his thoughts at any cost.
Shen Tuzhi is fully convinced that if Ye Chenfeng cannot be killed today, then waiting for him, waiting for the Shentu family will be the end.
"Go to hell!"
Shen Tu knows his life and bites his teeth. He injects the whole body's soul into the fire-colored rifle, and stabbed a shot like a broken bamboo, and stabbed Ye Chenfeng's chest.
"嗤", Ye Chenfeng’s chest was stabbed by Shen Tuzhi, but Ye Chenfeng’s face did not show any painful color, and no blood flowed out.
"Not good, it is afterimage."
Shen Tuzhi’s heart was shocked, and he felt a strong sense of danger from behind him. He instinctively turned back and stabbed back the carbine. He wanted to push Ye Chenfeng back.
"End."
Although Shen Gunzhi’s gun was terrible, Ye Chenfeng did not dodge, but took a sword against Shen Tuzhi’s life.
This sword is the peak of his sword, which incorporates the sword, the strongest physical strength, and the soul power in the mysterious blood.
A sword is thrown out, and Ye Chenfeng seems to be integrated with the broken sword in his hand. The person is the sword, the sword is the person, and the sword is perfect.
"Hey!"
A blood-red sword slashed through the sky, breaking the beast of the beast, and swept through the body of Shen Tuzhi, and split his whole body into two halves, killing him on the spot.
Ye Chenfeng took out a sword at the peak and killed Shen Tu, and his abdomen was hit by a rifle stabbed by Shen Tuzhi. A blood hole burst and a lot of blood flowed out.
In a critical moment, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t take care of his abdomen, his legs violently exerted his strength, like a sword of greatness, spurting the sky, falling into the shock of the sword, desperately flapping his wings and wanting to fly high. Black jade carving on the body.
"Go!"
Ye Chenfeng released a powerful sword and slammed into the body of the black jade carving, coercing it to fly high and disappear into the sky.