Chapter 1892: Be ruthless

"Ye Chenfeng, if you retreat now, how can I write off the hatred between the Seven Swords Palace and you?"
When the Seventh Sword Palace was able to be blown up by Ye Chenfeng’s arrogant gas, a thick and sharp voice sounded in the Seventh Sword Palace.
The next moment, hundreds of hundreds of masters of the seven swordsmen automatically opened a road, wearing a black robes, tall and straight like a sword, walking with a sharp edge of the seven swords It’s ruthless.

Retreat?
Although the breath of ruthlessness is terrifying and reaches the realm of five-star ancestors, there is no panic on Ye Chenfeng’s face:
Since I am here, you think I will retreat because of you. ?"
"Ye Chenfeng, I don't know what your origins are, but my seven swords can be the first of the Three Palaces of the sword field, and it is not that you can shake alone!" The ruthless eyes in the eyes of the ruthless eyes Ray, gazing at Ye Chenfeng: "I advise you not to be mad because of arrogance."
"Sorry, I don't believe in this evil!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said: "I think I can blow you up to the Seventh Sword Palace."
"The palace owner, don't talk nonsense with this little animal, wait for him to hold him, I want to cut his flesh with a knife, see if he still has a hard mouth?" A six-star realm glared at Ye Chen The wind, the indignation of the indignation.
The reason why he hates Ye Chenfeng so much is because he was killed by Ye Chenfeng’s more than 20 seven-sword swordsmen. One person is his brother, and his cuddling is now his brother’s death. It greatly affected his position in the Seventh Sword Palace, which made him want to eat the meat of Ye Chenfeng and drink the blood of Ye Chenfeng.

Hold me?
Ye Chenfeng’s pupils contracted into the most dangerous pinholes, and looked at the angry roaring old man:
You can’t see that day.

Speaking, the powerful soul power in Ye Chenfeng’s brain broke out, forming a terrible dizziness, such as a heavy hammer that rushed into his soul sea.
"Hey!"
The old man’s soul trembled and was directly smashed by the terrible dizziness. A lot of blood flowed down his seven holes. He swayed and fell into a pool of blood, and he died.
"Ye Chenfeng, how dare you kill me in the face of my seven swordsmanship!" The ruthless face is heavy, and the turbid double-eyed scorpion shoots endless fierce light, said Senran.
"Hey, a cockroach ant offends me, shouldn’t it be trampled on?" Ye Chenfeng snorted and said nothing.
"The palace owner, this leaf morning wind is too arrogant, but also ask the palace master to shoot him down?"
As the head of the Sanchong of the Sword Field, second only to the existence of the Temple of the Sword, how has the Seven Swords Palace suffered such insults, and a famous and arrogant seven-sword swordsman anger roared.
"Hey!"
Ye Chenfeng’s sharp eyes glanced at the three most powerful seven-sword swordsmen, and the soul in the brain broke out again, forming a stun technique, smashing into their souls and smashing their souls. They are killed.
Ye Chenfeng stood still, and he killed four of the Seven Swordsmen's powers, scaring others to close their eyes and retreating, watching his eyes become scared.
"Now, who of you dare to marry me!"
Ye Chenfeng glanced at the red-faced face, and the four sorcerers who dared to speak out were arrogant and arrogant.
"Ye Chenfeng, you really have a good ability, I am in the Seventh Sword Palace!" The ruthlessness of Ye Chenfeng’s means is also taboo, afraid of him to open the ring, with the seven masters of the swordsman, Retired to the Seventh Sword Palace.
"Want to use the seven sacred palaces to deal with me?"
Ye Chenfeng guessed the ruthless intention, but he did not fear, took a uniform pace, crossed the majestic seven gates of the Sword Palace, and walked through the vicissitudes of life, standing in the sword field for tens of millions of years. The seven swords that do not fall are in the palace.
"Hey!"
The moment when Ye Chenfeng entered the Seventh Sword Palace, a mysterious sword figure suddenly appeared on the top of his head, intertwined with thousands of sharp swordsmen, and attacked him.
"Relentless, don't use this fearless little trick, it's useless to me!"
Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts move, the ancestral swordsman flies out of his soul sea, such as a black lightning, bombarded in the mysterious sword map, a sword will pierce the mysterious sword, and smash the road in the sword Pattern, broken the sword map.
Broken the sword map, Ye Chenfeng continued to walk to the Seven Swords Palace. He did not go long, and he was attacked by the mysterious sword.
The swordsmanship depicted in the Seven Swords Palace is strong, but it does not break the ancestral defense worn by Ye Chenfeng. He is constantly ruined by his control of the ancestral spirits. He came to the deepest part of the Seven Swords Palace. Resplendent, the front of the temple stood outside the hall of the 108th stone sword.
And just above the main hall, there is a slowly floating sword figure. A powerful sword is vented in the sword figure, and standing under the sword, like the monarch of the sword. Ruthlessly blended together.
"Ye Chenfeng, this is your last chance. If you don't leave, I am afraid there will be no chance!" The ruthless eyes looked at Ye Chenfeng, cold warning.
The reason why he repeatedly persuaded Ye Chenfeng because he was scrupulous about Ye Chenfeng and did not want to end with him.
"It's ruthless, you have too much nonsense!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head and didn't move: "Come on, fight, don't delay time."
"Good!" It’s ruthless to see the inevitable war, no more nonsense, and a big drink: "Swords come."
"Hey!"
The whole ground trembled, cracking a gap, a golden handle, depicting the ancient lines, the swords and golden dragons wandering, and the golden sword with a hilt like the sun flew out of the stratum.
"中品祖剑, I did not expect you to have such a connotation in the Seven Sword Palace!"
Ye Chenfeng feels that the power of the Golden Sword of the Seventh Sword Palace Palace is still above the Feixian Sword, but he is not afraid, the ancestral sword soul is enough to make up for the difference in power.
"Ye Chenfeng, I have to look at it today, you are yelling at my seven swords palace, what is the basis of it!"
Speaking, the ruthless and slowly rotating sword map merged, and a sword was thrown at Ye Chenfeng.
A sword smashed out, and the whole space trembled fiercely. The terrible swordsman left a long sword mark in the space and slammed into Ye Chenfeng.
"This is ruthless, it is the master of the Seven Swords Palace, the strength is terrible!"
Feeling the ruthlessness of this sword, Ye Chenfeng did not have a hard connection, pedaling the sword, and instantly morphing out several residual images, dodging this shocking sword.
"Ye Chenfeng, you are not very powerful, why are you hiding?"
Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s dodging of his own attack, he’s ruthless and snarled.
And the seven imperial sword palaces hiding in the Golden Temple are more powerful, and ridicule Ye Chenfeng is not self-sufficient.
"Don't worry, heat up!"
Ye Chenfeng deliberately stretched out and moved down.
"Well, I have to see when you can harden your mouth!" The ruthless face sank, holding a gold sword and continuing to launch a fierce attack on Ye Chenfeng. The fierce sword wind swept the world and sealed Ye Chen. All the dodge space of the wind.
He wants to beat Ye Chenfeng with a bang.