Chapter 170: New crisis

"Dead!"
The heart of the morning breeze in the middle of the thorn, the fire soul burst out of an endless fire, wanting to pierce his heart and burn his body into ashes.
"Chaotic God Wood, Defense. Xuan Han Lingshui, Attack!"
In times of crisis, Ye Chenfeng controls the chaotic wood to protect the heart, release the Xuan Han Ling water to attack, and want to force the fire soul out of the body.
"噗噗噗..."
Fire Mind and Xuanhan Lingshui are fiercely repudiated in the body of Ye Chenfeng. The formation of water and fire is constantly smashing the body of the morning wind, the meridians, the body that destroys his body, and the blood is like a fountain. Sprayed in his torn body.
"Chaotic God Wood, Devouring!"
Looking at the incompatibility of the water and fire in the body, Ye Chenfeng forcibly controls the chaotic gods, condensing thousands of tiny green packings and launching attacks on the fire soul.
"What is this?"
The fire soul discovered that a very thin green packing, ignoring the heat energy that it released, got into its own body and madly swallowed its own power.
With just one breath, the power contained in him was swallowed by one percent by Chaos, which made him feel deeply feared.
The power contained is constantly being swallowed up by the Chaos God Wood. The fire soul is afraid, and gives up the attack on the Xuanhan Lingshui, and fights hard to get the body damaged by Ye Chenfeng.
The fire soul escaped very timely, but it was still swallowed by the Chaos God Wood, which made it annoyed.
"Sword Spirit, take me away quickly."
Ye Chenfeng escaped a catastrophe, but his body suffered severe trauma. If he did not practice the six-pulse gods to the fifth realm, the physical changes have taken place, so seriously injured, he has also been a lifetime I want to recover.
According to Ye Chenfeng’s order, Jian Ling’s decisive abandonment attacked Huo Ling’s superiors and others, and with a serious injury, the spirit of the wilting Ye Chenfeng quickly ran outside the flame city and soon disappeared.
"Lingling adults, we want to chase them."
Looking at the disappearing back of the sword, the mouth is overflowing with blood, and the fire of the wounded is unwilling to say.
He never dreamed that his own network with the fire soul had not killed Ye Chenfeng, but he was rescued by Fu Youyue and killed.
"Reassured, he has the mark I left behind, and can't run." The soul of the fire is deep and deep, and the eyes of the flames are flashing with a flash of fire. He said in a low voice: "But the strength to protect him is very strong." To kill him, you must think long term."
"Hey!" Huo Ling’s brow screamed and said with amazement: "The coffin is an adult," is that terrible black man?
"Well, that person is a scorpion made of special materials." The fire soul with a long life nodded.
"Does that is also what he got in the real spirits of the real world." Fire spirit and others waited for a cold breath, and could not imagine how the opportunity of Ye Chenfeng in the real spirit.
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"Call, that fire is too strong, if it is not chaotic God, it is estimated that I am dead."
Hidden in the mountains on the northwestern part of the city of Flames, Ye Chenfeng collapsed on the wet ground, recalling the scene just now, he had a lingering fear.
Although he escaped from the robbery, he was attacked by the fire soul. He was seriously injured, and the meridians of the whole body were broken. The internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees.
Even if Ye Chenfeng cultivates the six-pulse gods to the fifth realm, and has the water of the heavens, he also wants to recover in a short time.
"Sword spirit, give me protection, and anyone who is close to kill innocent."
The skin is fleshy, and the morning wind, which is bloody, climbs up on the ground, drank a small bit of life spring water, restored the burning fifty-year life, and drank a little bit of water, and made an important contribution to the sword. Instructed to start the operation of Soul Eater.
Soon, Ye Chenfeng entered the empty state, the aura in the forest was attracted, and the source continued to come to him, immersed in his body, slowly recovering his physical injury, repairing his serious damage. Muscle veins.
"Giggle, morning wind brother, we met again."
Just as the sky was getting darker and darker, when the sun went down, a sultry sound suddenly sounded in the mountains and passed into the ears of Ye Chenfeng, interrupting his healing.
Wear in a flaming red tight dress, rounded buttocks and plump crisps. The chest stalks extra temptation, walked up and swayed, like a peach blossom in the winter, a charming and touching moon Walked through a lush bush.
"It's you!"
Looking at the hot body of the moon, the beautiful face of the delicate, Ye Chenfeng's face sinks, he did not expect to meet the moon in this place.
"What, is it amazing? I accidentally discovered your portrait and came to see you."
Looking at the gloomy face of Ye Chenfeng, Yue Nishang showed a charming smile and said.
"You also want the chance on me." Although Ye Chenfeng is very serious, but he has swordsmanship protection, he is not afraid of hurting himself.
"The chances on your body should belong to me. Shouldn't I take it back?" Yue Nishang gently twitched the seductive red lips, revealing a cold smile, and grabbing the ice spirit of Ye Chenfeng. It’s a worry.
"My chances are all exchanged for my life, not for anyone." Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his body injury and whispered.
"Yes? It seems that the younger brother of the morning wind is not ready to share with me." The moon's mouth was slightly tilted, revealing a cold smile, and a powerful momentum broke out in her hot body.
The moment when the moon is releasing the momentum, a smashing sword is spurting out in the sword spirit. The strength of the sword makes the heavens and the earth change color, tearing the momentum of the release of the moon.
"Either roll, or die!"
Sword Ling 傀儡 opened his mouth slightly, he said overbearingly.
"Xuan Zong Zong master!"
Feeling the momentum of the swordsman's release, the moon's face changed greatly. She did not think that the strength of the sword spirit was so strong, which gave her a great threat.
"My words don't like to repeat the second time. If you don't roll again, leave your life here." Sword Ling said with amazement.
"Ye Chenfeng, the ice Lingfeng edge should have a copy of me, if you are willing to share the ice spirit with me, help me break through the realm of mysterious beasts, I will accept your kindness and leave immediately." The nephew's face said indefinitely.
"If you don't leave, leave your life."
Sword spirit blinked in the eyes, a sharp sword mans cut through the sky, a sword smashed to the moon, and the swordsmanship made the suffocation and fear.
"Ye Chenfeng, I remember you, don't give me a chance, otherwise the old lady wants you to look good."
Seeing the horrible swordsmanship, the thrilling dodge of the stunned swordsman’s moon, and left a swearing word, turned and jumped into the lush bushes and disappeared.
Because the moon is not showing the killing of herself from beginning to end, Ye Chenfeng did not let the sword spirit kill her, let her leave.
"This place can't be long waited."
Ye Chenfeng, who was slightly stable and injured, took a deep breath and struggled to get up on the ground and was ready to leave quickly.
But this time, suddenly a group of red mans like a meteor generally cut through the sky, flying at a very fast speed.
Seeing the red awn of the thorns, Ye Chenfeng’s face changed greatly. He didn’t think that the fire soul would catch up so quickly.