Eight Hundred and Fortieth Chapters Pinching the Head

"boom!"

There was another thunderous noise in the martial arts platform.

Ye Chenfeng's ancient pattern epee and death sickle collided on the top of his head, forming a boundless wind and waves.

"Puff puff!"

Ye Chenfeng, who was retreating continuously, forced out a few mouthfuls of blood, sprayed it in the void, and retreated to the edge of the fighting platform.

"Hey, the situation is over, that Feng Chen is powerless to return to the sky, it's a pity for his talent." The three commanders looked at Ye Chenfeng who was vomiting blood, sighed softly, shook his head and said.

"Deputy Pavilion Master, we must save Brother Fengchen, he can't die!" The two sisters, Xing Manyu, were even more scared and pale, and pleaded bitterly.

"Save people, what can we do to save them?"

Xing Keru's heart is full of bitterness. With their strength, they can only be cannon fodder when they go up, and they will be destroyed by the old man in black with a wave of their hands, and they cannot pull Ye Chenfeng back from the brink of death.

"Three commanders, I don't know if you can help. As long as the three commanders help, I can agree to any conditions." Xing Keru bit her lip, looking at the three commanders who had thought of her, and begged road.

Touching Xing Keru's helpless eyes, the three commanders swayed in their hearts, but no matter how beautiful a woman was, they couldn't compare with their lives. The three commanders sighed softly and refused.

"Boy, just be obedient and capture it."

The black-clothed old man looked at Ye Chenfeng who was at the end of his force, roared, and continued to slash at him with a death sickle, aggravating his physical injuries.

At this moment, the pale-faced Ye Chenfeng shook his body slightly and stepped on the lightning flash, like a meandering lightning bolt, dodging the deadly attack of the death sickle.

"Old man, I will kill you today."

A black medicinal pill appeared in Ye Chenfeng's hand and threw it into his mouth in front of everyone's eyes.

Then, the soul power in Ye Chenfeng's body rose steadily, and soon reached the level of the second-level war beast emperor.

"This, what kind of medicinal pill is this that actually boosted his strength to such a level." Feeling that Ye Chenfeng's soul power had skyrocketed dozens of times, the three commanders' eyes widened, revealing a deep look of horror.

But the desperate Xing Keru and the others showed surprise and excitement.

But they didn't know that what Ye Chenfeng just took was just an ordinary medicinal pill. His purpose was to create an illusion and show his true strength.

"Hmph, medicinal pill... Do you think a medicinal pill can save you?"

The old man in black snorted coldly, the meaning of death was brought to the extreme, and he continued to attack Ye Chenfeng with the death sickle in his hand.

The rolling force of death completely engulfed Ye Chenfeng and destroyed his body.

But Ye Chenfeng's body is comparable to a low-grade Taoist weapon, and the power of death launched by the black-clothed old man can't hurt him at all. The deadly attack of the death scythe that swayed life and life.

"Phantom Shark Water Shadow!"

Ye Chenfeng punched out his left fist, rolling his mind and soul power into a nearly ten-meter-long shark, swaying his huge body in the void, tearing apart the air, and hitting the black-clothed old man whose complexion slightly changed.

"Break it for me!"

The black-clothed old man clenched the death scythe in both hands, and slashed fiercely on the water shadow of the phantom shark, smashing the terrifying giant shark.

However, the terrifying power of Taoism that erupted from the water shadow of the phantom shark shook his blood.

Just when the black-clothed old man suppressed the surging qi and blood in his body, Ye Chenfeng suddenly approached, holding the ancient pattern heavy sword, opening and closing, fiercely slashing his body.

Ye Chenfeng raised his physical strength to 30 million jin, and swung a 300,000 jin ancient epee, forming a terrifying attack force. He lost in a row.

The tide-like anti-shock force poured into his arm, causing the skin of his arm to tear open, and a large amount of blood flowed out uncontrollably.

"Injured, the black-clothed old man is injured!" Looking at the black-clothed old man who was slashed by Ye Chenfeng and was retreating, the three commanders and others widened their eyes: "What kind of medicinal pill is that? Heaven-defying power, abruptly raised his strength to such a level."

"Tenth Heavenly Kill!"

The old man in black disregarded the injuries on his arms, clenched the death scythe in both hands, and slashed out ten kills, overlapping and slashing towards Ye Chenfeng.

"Flying Immortal Sword!"

Ye Chenfeng didn't dodge, the five elements of Taoism, the sword's Dao pattern melted into the ancient epee, a sword light that seemed to come from outside the sky tore through the space, like a meandering space crack, and hit the tenth layer heavily. God damn it.

"Crack!"

The two great skills collided together, and the energy like a volcanic eruption exploded in the void, frantically releasing powerful destructive power, destroying everything around it.

Affected by the impact, the hard fighting platform burst into cracks, and the hard space restriction appeared fragmented cracks, which could be broken at any time.

"Sword's Dao Pattern, break it!"

Relying on a powerful body and bearing the overwhelming impact of destruction, Ye Chenfeng intertwined with seventy sword patterns, tore through the destruction storm, and approached the black-clothed old man whose complexion slightly changed and his body was injured.

One sword was stronger than the other and attacked the black-clothed old man, aggravating his physical injuries and directly smashing him out of the storm of destruction.

"Sister, Brother Fengchen has reversed the defeat, he is going to win."

"Well, Brother Fengchen is the strongest."

The two sisters, Xing Manyu, witnessed the scene of the old man in black being slashed by Ye Chenfeng. They were so excited that they could not speak, and their hanging hearts fell to the ground.

"Beast Soul Form!"

Seeing the strength of Ye Chen's storm, the old man in black, who was not lightly injured, quickly burned the power of his blood, and changed into the strongest beast soul form, trying to reverse the defeat.

"It's too late to transform now."

Seeing the old man in black who had transformed into a beast soul, Ye Chenfeng did not slow down the attack and continued to attack.

The meaning of the sword and the meaning of the five elements complement each other, and the force of 30 million kilograms continues to explode, mercilessly bombarding the body of the black-clothed old man.

"Crack!"

With a chilling cracking sound, the arms of the black-clothed old man were forcibly broken by Ye Chenfeng's continuous attacks, and Sen Bai's bones pierced the skin and were exposed to the air.

"The blood is burning, the real devil strikes!"

With his life hanging by a thread, the man in black worked desperately, burning the blood of his whole body, turning into a crimson red, with magic horns on his head, and a ghost with bat blood wings on his back, launching a fatal blow to Ye Chenfeng.

"Judgment on the seven swords, collapse the sky."

Ye Chenfeng instantly merged with the ancient-patterned epee and turned into the sword of the collapsed sky.

A sword slashed out, the void burst, and the endless destructive power broke the void, like an ever-extending space crack, facing the real devil.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two great techniques collided together, and the shadow was broken open. The explosive force of destruction instantly shattered the surrounding space restrictions, and shattered the continuously activated restrictions.

"Sword Step!"

Just when the space above the martial arts platform was in chaos and it was gray, Ye Chenfeng relied on his powerful body to withstand the impact of destruction, and appeared in front of the seriously injured black-clothed old man, interweaving eighty swords. Daowen attacked him.

"Jianbu, how can you know swordsmanship!"

The black-clothed old man's pupils shrank, revealing an unbelievable look, but just halfway through his words, Ye Chenfeng's 80-way sword pattern, which brought the sword to the extreme, penetrated his body, making him lose his combat effectiveness.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng pressed one hand on his head, and with the help of the power of devouring his brain, he wanted to search his soul.

"Bang!"

The power that devoured God's brain touched the restriction in the black-clothed old man's soul sea, and his head suddenly burst open. After the star-robed man, the black-clothed old man in the third-level war beast emperor realm died.