Chapter 218: A desperate throw

"I told you long ago that I am invincible, and you still admit defeat." The mirror is condescending to look at Ye Chenfeng, arrogant and overbearing.
"No, I haven't lost yet, even if I have the last drop of blood, I won't admit defeat."
The overbearing image of the mirror provoked a heart in Ye Chenfeng’s heart. The fighting spirit he had just lost was back. He struggled to stand up and look at the mirror without fear.
"What, you still don't admit defeat?"
The image did not think that Ye Chenfeng could arouse high morale in this desperate situation, and some unexpectedly asked.
"In my life's words, I didn't admit these two words." The morning wind, which is bloody, lifted the giant sword and pointed at the mirror. "Come on, let's continue fighting and see who can live." To the end."
"Interesting!" The mirror looked at Ye Chenfeng pointing at himself with the tip of the sword. The corner of his mouth was slightly upturned, revealing a cold smile, and the terrible breath rushed to Ye Chenfeng.
"Blood burning!"
After the momentum of the mirror release, Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and burned the whole body's blood at all costs, stabilizing the body and enhancing his strength.
Ye Chenfeng chose to burn blood instead of burning Shouyuan because he felt that the mirror is a living body, and he is very likely to copy the soul.
But just at the time of the fight, Ye Chenfeng found that no matter how injured the mirror was, he had never had a drop of blood in his body. He guessed that he might not have blood in his body and could not burn blood.
"Burning blood!"
Looking at the whole body's blood and burning, Ye Chenfeng, whose strength has skyrocketed, mirrored his brows and did not copy Ye Chenfeng.
"Sure enough, this image cannot replicate the burning of blood."
When Ye Chenfeng burned blood, he found that the mirror was indifferent. He knew that he was gambling. There was no blood in the mirror, and he could not burn the blood to improve his strength.
Combustion of blood, Ye Chenfeng reached the peak of strength, Jinpeng wings a fierce one, set off a gust of wind, continue to attack the mirror.
"嘭嘭嘭..."
A fierce collision once and for all provoked a glaring fire, fierce attacks in the air, Ye Chenfeng and the fierce image of the fight, to fight fast, to fight strong.
A terrible attack smashes the cold air, and the numerous cold ice and gravel breaks. The huge sound is like Huang Zhonglu, oscillating between heaven and earth.
"Useless, you are not destined to be my opponent, I am not killed."
The mirrored offensive is suppressed by the burning atmosphere, and the high-definition Ye Chenfeng suppresses it. However, the mirrored body defense is too terrible, and Ye Chenfeng’s continuous attack can not damage his body.
"Yes? How do I feel that your momentum is beginning to decline?"
Although Ye Chenfeng was unable to reinvent the mirror image, his heart was not affected by it. Ye Chenfeng had all the distractions in his mind, but he was just attacking.
He firmly believes that he can surpass himself and defeat the mirror.
The offensive was slowly suppressed by Ye Chenfeng, who was burning the power of blood. The defensive defensive mirror began to fight back and wanted to regain control.
"Changyun palm!"
The mirror burst into a burst, compressing the force to the extreme, wearing the cloud and palms, dragging the light and shadow, and printing it to Ye Chenfeng.
"Call!"
Ye Chenfeng's wings flickered, and the whole body was lifted up. While evading the mirror attack, he held the giant sword and smashed from the sky, and a heavy sword smashed into the mirrored head.
After a fierce battle, the image consumption is also very obvious. He did not attack the morning wind like the beginning, but he did it all.
"You are not claiming to be invincible? How can you be soaked out? This is not like your style." Ye Chenfeng looked at the image of the dodge attack, and arrogantly sarcastically.
"Kill!"
Ye Chenfeng’s words stung the mirror, and he slammed and slammed the giant scorpion sword to continue to attack Ye Chenfeng.
The two people did not give each other a fight again.
From the sky to the ground, from the glaciers to the rivers, Ye Chenfeng and the mirrors are inexhaustible for more than an hour, and still have no wins.
Feeling that the power of blood in the body began to decline, Ye Chenfeng bit his teeth, burning the power of powerful blood again, forcing his own strength and fighting with the mirror.
"Giant Tianjian, full blow!"
When the two killed to the white-hot stage, Ye Chenfeng burst into a bang, and the dragon of his cockroach showed his body, soul power, sword power, and power all melted into the giant sword, the force of the direction. Some exhaustive mirrors.
"Boom!"
The two had a hard blow, and they provoked an endless storm. The powerful force caused the two of them to tremble at the same time and retreat uncontrollably.
"Hey!"
The first blow of hard regret, Ye Chenfeng did not care, regardless of the feeling of arms and numbness, hands clasped the giant scorpion sword, once again smashed the past, and turned to the mirror of the face slightly changed.
The second strike of hard regret, Ye Chenfeng both increased the body injury at the same time, the powerful Yu Wei shocked Ye Chenfeng's body blood flow, a lot of blood was sprayed in his mouth.
"Hey!"
The injury is getting heavier and heavier, but Ye Chenfeng's momentum is like a wolf, straight into the sky, he screams, as if an invincible of war, holding a giant sword, smashed the third sword, smashed into the pupil, and his face changed dramatically. Mirror.
The sound is huge, and the sword of the momentum is so strong that the mirror will fly out.
"The ruling of seven swords, cold!"
Continuously throwing out three swords, the moment of flying the mirror image, the full sword spurts out the body of Ye Chenfeng, and pushes the power of the road on his head.
After that, the horrible avenue of the avenue turned into a cold sword, and the swaying down, as if the waterfall was back, the momentum was huge, and the body was out of control.
"Cold pole!"
The seven swords attacked by Ye Chenfeng's ruling, the image forced to stabilize the body, did not hesitate to copy the power of the avenue, and cast the same move to counterattack.
Two attacks with avenues of force slammed together and stunned the waves.
The horrible explosion smashed in the sky, the dazzling light swallowed all the brilliance around, and the terrible Yuwei instantly swept Ye Chenfeng in it, madly destroying their bodies.
"The ruling of seven swords, cold!"
Ye Chenfeng relied on the power of burning blood to harden and withstand the impact of the destruction of Yu Wei, regardless of physical damage, and stimulated all potential of the body, once again exerted the ruling seven swords.
And this sword, he integrated the power of burning blood, I saw a dazzling avenue sword mans straight into the sky, mixed with Xuan Han Lingshui and 400,000 jin, as if to smash the heaven and earth into two half.
This sword breaks everything, the sword is stunned, and the invincible sword is smashed into the mirrored body, and its hard body is split into two halves.
"Hey!"
The mysterious mirror of the illusion mirror is broken, and the terrible mirroring becomes a deep blue energy, floating in midair.
After the end of the ice and snow road, there was a slow black hole in the space.
"Huh..."
Beat the mirror, Ye Chenfeng’s body is almost exhausted, his body is soft, and he falls heavily on the cold ground. There is almost no piece of meat on the whole body, and he is very gasping and unwilling to move again. a bit.