The First Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Chapters, the Battle for the Holy Pill

"Well, I didn't expect you to be a master of swordsmanship!" Looking at the map of the way of the sword that appeared behind Holy Son Huo Ling, Ye Chenfeng showed a sharp smile and said: "It just so happens that I also practice swordsmanship, and I will see it today. Look, which of us is more powerful in kendo."

With that said, the top-grade Taoist Ice Dragon Sword appeared in Ye Chenfeng's hand, and a map of the Tao of the Sword also appeared behind him, pointing to the Holy Son of Fire Spirit.

"I'll let you know what a stupid decision it was to be my enemy!"

Holy Son Huo Ling's pupils shrank, and the Dao of Sword Map that appeared behind him released a large number of Dao of Sword patterns, like a rolling tide, frantically pouring into the Sword of Heaven, stabbing Ye Chenfeng with a sword.

A sword swept through the air, lore and ruthless.

The sword of the Holy Son of Fire Spirit is extremely terrifying, and its attack power exceeds the limit of the sixth-level war beast emperor.

"The sky sword is vast!"

With a flick of Ye Chenfeng's wrist, a large number of sword patterns dangled from the Ice Dragon Sword, and a sword light like a vast avenue slashed through it, with the power to destroy everything, and the sword light pierced by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit. tangled together.

The two sword beams staggered, exciting endless flames, and a large number of sword patterns permeated out, fiercely repelling in the void.

With a reckless sword, Ye Chenfeng and the Holy Son of Huoling continued to attack each other at the same time, fighting fast and fighting hard.

For a time, the space where the two were located formed a terrifying strong wind, one after another piercing cracking sounds continued to explode, and the entire space was covered with sword marks.

"This Holy Son of Fire Spirit really has arrogant capital, and his strength is so terrifying!"

After fighting fiercely with the Holy Son of Huo Ling for a stick of incense, Ye Chenfeng found that his attack methods were endless, and his understanding of kendo was not weaker than his own.

"Bronze Sword Soul, Rong!"

Ye Chenfeng's thoughts moved, and the bronze sword soul flew out of his soul sea and melted into the ice dragon sword, instantly raising the attack power of the ice dragon sword to the limit.

The mighty pattern of the Great Dao continued to surround the tip of the ice dragon sword, and Ye Chenfeng swung the sword into the sky, smashing the sword lights intertwined by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, like a cold star, stabbing straight to his chest.

Ye Chenfeng stunned the air with a sword, and the Holy Son of Fire Spirit shrank, changed his moves in an instant, and stabbed three swords in a flash, which continuously collided with the Ice Dragon Sword that Ye Chenfeng stabbed.

The Holy Son of Fire Spirit's blow was extremely powerful, but it couldn't resist the Ice Dragon Sword fused with the bronze sword soul.

With the flick of Ye Chenfeng's wrist, the powerful ice dragon sword smashed the sword light of the character pierced by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit.

A sword light mixed with several great intentions flew away, as if it wanted to split the heaven and the earth, and slashed towards the Holy Son of Fire Spirit whose face changed slightly, forcing him to dodge like a side.

"Blood burns!"

Although Dodge avoided Ye Chenfeng's sword, the arrogant Holy Son of Fire Spirit felt a great humiliation. He quickly burned the power of blood, and the three-edge fire pattern on his forehead reflected endless fire, which greatly improved by his strength.

"The blood of gods and demons, the blood of Tianzun, burn!"

In the face of the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, Ye Chenfeng did not dare to be careless. At the moment when he burned the power of blood, Ye Chenfeng also burned two bloodlines, greatly improving his strength, holding the ice dragon sword to continue his attack.

For a time, the two invincible divine swords traversed the void, tearing the earth apart, colliding violently, and in the space where the sword qi crossed, crisscrossing sword marks appeared for a long time.

"Qiankun Sword Formation!"

Just when the two fought fiercely to the white-hot stage, Ye Chenfeng suddenly changed his moves, stabbed out with a sword, and shot out thirty-six Qiankun sword formations, which instantly evolved into Qiankun sword diagrams, with one after another piercing the air. sound, the intense attack on the Son of Fire,

"Bronze Sword Soul, Rong!"

When Ye Chenfeng urged the Qiankun Sword Formation to attack with all his strength, he melted the bronze sword soul into the Qiankun Sword Formation, increasing the attack of the Qiankun Sword.

The swords of heaven and earth fell one after another, as if it could smash the void and tear the earth, which brought great pressure to the Holy Son of Fire Spirit.

"Sky Fire Array!"

The offensive was suppressed by Ye Chenfeng's Qiankun Sword Array, and the Holy Son of Fire Spirit decisively summoned a powerful array. When he merged with the array, the hot energy in the seventh-layered fire cave crazily merged into the array. In the picture, it turned into pure energy, melted into his body, and increased his strength.

"The Qiankun Sword Formation, unite!"

When the Holy Son of Fire Spirit Rongtian Fire Array was fighting back with all his strength, Ye Chenfeng controlled the thirty-six swords of the universe to fuse together, and slashed at him with the momentum of swallowing the Tianhe.

The vast sword of heaven and earth fell, as if to destroy the foundation of this world, smash the entire void, and let the Holy Son of Fire Spirit have a feeling that the end of the world is coming, and his unyielding heart trembled inexplicably.

"boom!"

The Sword of Qiankun fell, and the terrifying sword power smashed the attack of the Holy Son of Fire Spirit and slashed towards his head.

Once his head is hit by the Sword of Qiankun, he will be killed without any suspense.

"Sun, Moon, Mountain and River Map, defense!"

At a critical moment, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit controlled the lower-grade holy treasure to be suspended above his head, and with the power of this holy treasure, resisted the fatal blow of the Sword of Qiankun.

"Why, weren't you very arrogant just now? Why did you use the holy treasure!" Ye Chenfeng looked at the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, whose face was ugly and the blood was violently tumbling in his body, and sneered coldly: "I thought you were A character, now it seems, is just a coward."

"you wanna die!"

How could the Holy Son of Huo Ling ever suffer such a great humiliation? He roared angrily, continued to melt the sky, and slashed at Ye Chenfeng with the sword of the sky, and he was bound to kill Ye Chenfeng to vent his anger.

"The power of 200 million catties explodes!"

The Holy Son of Fire Spirit was like an enraged lion, attacking frantically, Ye Chenfeng immediately stimulated the power of the five acupoints, holding the ice dragon sword to attack with all his strength.

When the top-grade Taoist Ice Dragon Sword collided with the Cang Qiong Sword, a terrifying force shattered the surging soul power and Taoism in the Cang Qiong Sword, and passed into the Holy Son of Fire Spirit's arm, shaking his arm to pieces. , shed a lot of blood.

"Vertigo!"

Just when the Holy Son of Fire Spirit was surprised, the soul power in Ye Chenfeng's brain exploded, forming a terrifying dizzy power, slamming into his soul sea, making his reaction a little slow.

Then, Ye Chenfeng inspired the strongest power of the Bronze Sword Soul, melted into the Ice Dragon Sword, pierced the air, and stabbed the Holy Son of Fire Spirit in the chest.

For a time, dragon roars rang out in the ice dragon sword, and an ice dragon flowing with the innate dao pattern flew out the tip of the ice dragon sword, and slashed at the Holy Son of Fire Spirit whose reaction power was greatly reduced.

"laugh!"

The Holy Son of Huo Ling, who couldn't dodge, was slashed by Ye Chenfeng with a sword, and the high-grade Taoist armor he was wearing was slashed with sword marks more than half a meter long. A large amount of blood was sprayed out uncontrollably, dyeing him red. body of.

A sword hit the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, but Ye Chenfeng didn't give him a chance to breathe. He continued to launch a deadly attack on him with the Ice Dragon Sword, wanting to kill him in one go and end the battle.

At a critical moment, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit rolled on the spot in a very embarrassed posture, quickly dodging to one side, resisting Ye Chenfeng's fatal attack.

"I want to see how many times you can hide!"

Ye Chenfeng showed a hint of rebelliousness, holding the ice dragon sword and attacking with all his strength, forcing the rather embarrassed Holy Son of Fire Spirit to suspend the sun, moon, mountains and rivers in front of him, protecting his body and resisting Ye Chenfeng's high waves. A tidal wave of offensive.

The unrivaled evildoer in the Central Continent, the arrogant Holy Son of Fire Spirit was completely suppressed by Ye Chenfeng, and danger was looming.

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