Eight Desolate Sword God

Chapter 147: The Power of Chaos

"Cracked!"

Looking at the cracks on the surface of the giant black tripod, Ye Chenfeng showed a strong surprise.

Although this crack only extends for more than ten meters, which is insignificant for the black cauldron the size of a hill, it makes Ye Chenfeng calm and continues to release the six-epee sword, mobilizing the power of the avenue, and evolving the cold extreme sword light attack. .

"Boom boom boom..."

One after another, the sound of thunder-like vibrations swept through the fields, and dense water ripples appeared in the fluctuating air, causing Ye Chenfeng's soul to tremble.

A lot of blood ran down his mouth and his ears flowed out.

The soul was hurt by the sound from the black tripod, but Ye Chenfeng did not slow down the offensive, and continuously burst into the sixth heaven of the sword, forcibly cast the cold extreme, and attacked the black tripod.

Under the repeated attacks, Ye Chenfeng's understanding of the Seven Swords of Judgment became deeper and deeper, but the consumption of the cold extreme was increasing.

And the surface of the black tripod in front of him was also covered with sword marks, and a large number of cracks spread everywhere.

After about a day, the dizziness in his mind became more and more serious, Ye Chenfeng, whose soul power was almost exhausted, had to stop attacking, sitting cross-legged on the cracked ground, digesting the epiphany just now.

Thirteen days have passed since his epiphany, and there are only two days left until the January period. If he cannot defeat the three black cauldrons that suppress the space within two days, he will die here.

Just as Ye Chenfeng seemed to have forgotten the time, and sat cross-legged on the ground motionless, a piercing sound of a sword shot out from his body, piercing the void, and smashed into the space boundary wall, creating air ripples like a lotus flower. .

"Judgment Seven Swords, extremely cold."

The moment Ye Chenfeng opened his eyes, countless rays of light shot out, and the sharp sword energy that spewed out of his body instantly converged and turned into a giant sword that seemed to be condensed from ice, freezing the void and driving the avenues. The power of slashing heavily on the black cauldron full of cracks.

"Boom!"

The sturdy black cauldron was attacked by Ye Chenfeng's Seven Swords of Judgment, the first type of cold extreme attack, and it shattered. The violent energy shook the entire void to a large area of ​​distortion, causing the earth to tremble violently.

"Huh, I finally smashed a black tripod."

Thirteen days after the epiphany, the black cauldron was smashed in one fell swoop, Ye Chenfeng didn't have any happy expression on his face, fell down in mid-air, gasping for breath.

As the formidable power of his cold extremes became stronger and stronger, the corresponding consumption was also greater. With his current strength, he could only use cold extremes once, and his whole body's soul power would be exhausted.

"There are still two days left, and there is not much time left for me."

Ye Chenfeng glanced at the two black cauldrons that were towering in the suppression space, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, taking the time to recover the nearly dried up soul power.

"Twenty-eight days, blasting a black tripod, this is a bit slower."

The moment the first black cauldron shattered, the true spirit immediately sensed it, but the true spirit was not satisfied with this speed.

"Master Zhenling, do you think that Ye Chenfeng will be able to destroy the remaining two black cauldrons in the remaining two days?" The tablet spirit asked.

"It's hard!"

Zhenling shook his head and said.

"Hey, with Ye Chenfeng's talent, give him enough time, and his future development is limitless. It would be a pity if he died in the forbidden land."

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's amazing talent, Bei Ling felt the love of talent and sighed softly.

"This is the rule set by the master, and I have no power to change it, but it is related to the inheritance of my spiritual family, so I can't be careless." Zhenling said lightly.

"Hey, it looks like you and I are about to fall into a deep sleep again." The tablet spirit sighed softly. They were all not optimistic. Ye Chenfeng broke the two black cauldrons in the remaining two days and passed the test. .

After most of the day, Ye Chenfeng recovered the consumed soul power, adjusted his state to the best, and came under the second black cauldron, ready to use the seven swords of judgment to break the black cauldron.

"call!"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, and the six-epee sword swept out from his body. The sword light soared for a while, and the endless sword light quickly gathered, forming a cold lightsaber on top of his head. The fierce sword stance The air was cut into two halves, and the piercing sound of the sword could not be heard.

"Judgment Seven Swords, extremely cold."

Ye Chenfeng let out a loud cry, and the six-epee sword mobilized the power of the avenue, controlling the cold air and cutting down the light sword from the void, and the terrible attack plunged the world into darkness.

"boom……"

The Frigid Sword Shadow with amazing destructive power slashed on the black cauldron, and the powerful force exploded on the surface of the black cauldron, shattering the black cauldron with a height of tens of meters.

The anti-shock force of the black pressure was like a dark cloud, dispersing around.

"Not broken!"

Ye Chenfeng thought that he could break the black tripod with one sword by using 'Cold Extreme', but the fact gave him a heavy blow, causing his whole heart to fall into a trough.

He didn't break the black tripod this time, and the time left for Ye Chenfeng was very limited. When he recovered the consumed soul power, the time left for him was less than a day.

"You can't give up, there must be a way."

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, sat cross-legged on the ground, and quickly recovered the consumed soul power.

When the last day came, Ye Chenfeng recovered the consumed soul power, his whole body swept up into the air, released the power of the six-epee sword to stimulate the power of the avenue, and used the 'cold pole' to bombard the black cauldron full of cracks in one fell swoop. The second black tripod was shattered.

"Hey, that Ye Chenfeng smashed the second black tripod, but he has less than a day left, so I'm afraid he won't have a chance." Zhenling sighed softly, feeling sorry for Ye Chenfeng in his heart.

The time left for Ye Chenfeng became less and less, but there was no trace of panic on Ye Chenfeng's face. He seized the limited time and quickly recovered the consumed soul power.

When there was still one hour before the one-month deadline, Ye Chenfeng, who had completely recovered his soul power, stood up and stared at the last magnificent black cauldron with his deep eyes.

"Success or failure is here."

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, adjusted his state to the best, his body swept up like a sharp sword, and stayed in the air.

"Judgment Seven Swords, Chill!"

Ye Chenfeng let out a loud shout, and the indifferent voice echoed between heaven and earth. A sword edge filled with extremely cold air drove the power of the avenue to slash down from the air, and slashed on the last black tripod. The black cauldron was shattered by countless cracks, but it was not shattered.

"The power of chaos, break it for me."

Ye Chenfeng used his 'Cold Extreme' to exhaust the last soul power in his body. He used his greatest trump card, the power of chaos nurtured by the Chaos Shenmu, and shot at the cracked black tripod.

Although this chaotic power is only the size of an ox's hair, the explosive power shocked the world. It hit the black cauldron full of cracks, and suddenly burst out with destructive power. a huge black hole.

"Success!"

Seeing that the last black cauldron was smashed by the power of chaos, Ye Chenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his teeth, and forced Jinpeng's wings to stretch out of his back, setting off a gust of wind, flying against the chaotic air. Out of the black hole, disappeared in the collapsed Sanding forbidden land.

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