Chapter 308: Challenge and be challenged

"Sword Spirit finally escaped."
Feeling that Sword Spirit escaped into the sea, the power of chasing became weaker and weaker, and Ye Chenfeng sighed with a sigh of relief, revealing a faint smile.
Although there is no sword guardian, his situation will be very dangerous, but he took away the mysterious ancient egg, and he feels that it is worth the risk.
And he is not prepared to stay in the Tower of Killing for too long, waiting to kill the King of the Blood Sword, get the treasures of his body, Ye Chenfeng decided to leave the city of killing immediately.
When the strength is strong enough in the future, there is no fear of the threat of the city of killing, come here again.
"Kid, where are you going?"
When Ye Chenfeng was about to leave, looking for the ice fan king who took the grass, a cold voice passed into his ear.
The silver-haired old man who spent more than 8,000 killing points because of Ye Chenfeng’s competitive offer was looking at him.
"Is there something?"
Ye Chenfeng’s brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked at the unscrupulous silver-haired old man, and said coldly.
"Kid, I challenge you, can you accept it?"
The silver-haired old man cracked his mouth and revealed a yellowish tooth, provocatively said.
"Challenge me?"
When I heard the silver-haired old man, Ye Chenfeng smiled.
The silver-haired old man has only six levels of mysterious beasts, and even if he photographs a top-level heart-protecting mirror, it is not dangerous for Ye Chenfeng.
"Kid, what are you laughing at?"
Looking at the sudden smile of Ye Chenfeng, the silver-haired old man’s face sank and whispered.
"Nothing, I accept your challenge." Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly and promised very cheerfully: "Let's go, how about going to fight now?"
"Hmm..."
The silver-haired old man did not think that Ye Chenfeng was so happy to agree, watching him feel relaxed and relaxed, and suddenly there was a trace of uneasiness in his heart.
But he repeatedly sensed the strength of Ye Chenfeng, and determined that he only had four levels of mysterious beasts. Undoubtedly, he let go of his heart. Senran said: "Since you are rushing to death, then I will fulfill you."
"I don't know how to live."
Ye Chenfeng shook his head, too lazy to talk nonsense with the silver-haired old man and went directly to the battlefield.
Because of the recent dispute, the entrance to the Wudouchang was seriously damaged, but it did not affect the fighting. Ye Chenfeng jumped and jumped to an unmanned fighting field.
"Well, Ice Fan King!"
Suddenly, a familiar figure was printed in the eyes of Ye Chenfeng. He did not think of his first goal. The ice fan king did not chase the sword, but appeared in the battlefield and was preparing to fight with others.
Obviously, the auction ended, and many people, like Ye Chenfeng, played the idea of ​​others and wanted to get their favorite treasures through fighting.
" Kid, it’s your pleasure to die in my hand. I can give you a good time on the bottle of Tianshi."
The silver-haired old man showed a sly smile, and said fiercely, he took out a big knife and prepared to shoot.
"Wait..."
Ye Chenfeng suddenly spoke.
"How? Fear, but it’s late."
The silver-haired old man sneered and said that Ye Chenfeng was timid.
"Ice Fan, I will challenge you, will you dare to fight?"
Ye Chenfeng ignored the ridicule of the silver-haired old man and gently turned his body. He looked at the smoldering scent of the body, holding a fan of ice fans with a folding fan, and challenged him in public.
"What, he wants to challenge the Ice Fan!"
The smile on the face of the silver-haired old man instantly solidified, and his eyes widened. He wanted to see the monster and looked at Ye Chenfeng.
The four-level Xuan Zongzong challenged the king of the world. If there is no problem with the brain, it is absolute confidence in his own strength.
"Does this kid play the tiger and eat the tiger, and it has the strength to fight against the king of the world."
The silver-haired old man’s mind has a terrible thought. The more he wants to be afraid, the more sweat on his forehead, and some regret his own recklessness. He does not explore the true strength of Ye Chenfeng and challenges him blindly.
"Challenge me?"
The ice fan king who is preparing to shoot has a look, revealing a disdainful smile, watching Ye Chenfeng say: "When you beat him, let me say, I really have no interest in dealing with the weak."
"If I beat him, can you accept my challenge?" Bloodsucker is too important for Ye Chenfeng, he asked without hesitation.
"Well, if you beat him, I will play with you." The ice fan king showed a proud smile and warned: "But I will not be merciful to the weak, and you will die with me."
"Whoever died is not necessarily!" Ye Chenfeng sneered, turning his gaze to the ugly, uneasy silver-haired old man, saying coldly, "Okay, let's get started."
"Wait, I haven’t been malicious, I’m also asking you to show your mercy.

Feeling the sudden and fierce momentum of Ye Chenfeng, the uneasiness of the silver-haired old man is getting stronger and stronger, and he is timid.
"For the weak, I will not be merciless."
"Get it."
Ye Chenfeng did not pay attention to the mercy of the silver-haired old man. He knew that if he had no absolute strength, the silver-haired old man would never spare himself.
"Good, this is what you forced me."
Feeling the warfare of Ye Chenfeng, the silver-haired old man knows that this war is inevitable, and he has a cross-hearted heart. He wears the best physique of the auction to wear on his body. A colorful poisonous spider emerges from his body. .
The silver-haired old man burst into a bang and quickly merged with the poisonous spider to maximize his strength. He attacked Ye Chenfeng with the knives of the top grade.
"Silver wind knife!"
A Dawson white knife slashed out continuously, as the rushing tide swept over Ye Chenfeng, and the impenetrable knife shadow shrouded him.
Ye Chenfeng is not as good as the silver-haired old man, but his physical strength is more than a million pounds, which is even more terrible than the average four-level beast.
After being attacked by the silver-haired old man, Ye Chenfeng did not integrate the soul-beast and the double-headed blood dragon king. It was just a simple operation of the six-pulse god, and the physical strength was maximized.
"Changyun palm!"
Ye Chenfeng burst into a burst, and the force of a million pounds broke out completely, condensing an unrivaled handprint, and bombarded the silver wind knife that fell into the sky.
Where the handprints went, the air was shattered, the airflow surged, and the silver wind knife was torn apart. Yu Wei’s unexploded bombardment turned to the silver-haired old man who had changed his face.
"What!"
The silver-haired old man did not think that his strongest knife was easily broken by Ye Chenfeng, and his heart trembled and quickly evaded.
And at the moment he ducked, a very fast shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Ye Chenfeng compressed his power to the extreme punch and hit his chest.
"Boom!"
A huge vibrating sound rang in the protective mirror he wore. The force of a thousand pounds rushing from Ye Chenfeng’s fist penetrated the defense of the protective mirror and poured into his body. He flew him out.
"Impossible, how can his physical strength be so terrible."
Experienced to the terrible power of Ye Chenfeng, the underside of the heart protector can not resist, the old silver-haired old man feared.
Just as he confessed to his defeat, a speedy, full of swordsmanship was drawn across his eyes, and a sword broke his body defense and penetrated his throat.
A moment, a lot of blood splattered and stained his body.
"Souling, devour!"
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng flashed himself, and before the death of the silver-haired old man, he appeared behind him, running the soul-eater to swallow his soul beast, and ended his life and took away his relics.
At this time, the ice fan king fixed a battle, and also killed his opponent, looking at the challenge of his own Ye Chenfeng, happening to collide with Ye Chenfeng's gaze, inspiring the invisible spark .