Eight Desolate Sword God Chapter 121: sword momentum against the knife edge
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"Win, Brother Ye defeated Brother Lin.?"
Looking at Lin Fuxin who had fallen out of the competition field, covered in blood, and had not climbed for a long time, the entire competition field became noisy.
"You said that the final champion is Sister Fu or Brother Lin." Many people began to compare Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue.
"Sister Fu should be awesome, after all, Sister Fu killed three major Level 5 Earth Beast Generals in a single shot and defeated Brother Lin."
"Well, I also think that Sister Fu is powerful, and Brother Ye is unlikely to win."
Although Ye Chenfeng passed all the way and defeated all the opponents, the performance was strong enough, but Fu Youyue performed even more against the sky, and almost no one could block her.
So more people are still optimistic about Fu Youyue, optimistic that she can win the final championship.
"What a terrible Soul Skill, the hand Palm Seal, could it be just printed by Ye Chenfeng is a Earth Level Soul Skill with a low level."
Recalling the scene where Ye Chenfeng just shook Fei Lin's heart, Qian Daobai showed a deep horror. He had a feeling that Ye Chenfeng showed Collapsing Clouds Palm, and the explosive attack power was afraid of himself.
"Ye Chenfeng, I don't know how long you need to rest, do you need to have a final showdown with Fu Youyue tomorrow." During the fair period, Qian Daobai slowly stood up on his seat and asked with a strong voice.
"No need, give me a joss stick to recover enough time." Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said.
Although Ye Chenfeng just seemed to be fierce in the battle with Lin Fuxin, but he practiced Six Pulse Divine Body to the 3rd-Layer state, his recovery power is terrible.
One joss stick time is enough to restore his consumed power and adjust his state to the best.
"Okay, then I will give you a joss stick time to recover, and after a joss stick, have a final competition." Qian Daobai glanced deeply at Ye Chenfeng, nodded and announced.
"Yixiangxiang!"
When I heard that Ye Chenfeng only needed a scented incense recovery time, an unexpected color flashed in the beautiful eyes of Fu Youyue, and I looked far away and sat cross-legged on the competition ground, the Ye Chenfeng recovered from the interest adjustment, and closed my eyes , Waiting for the arrival of the last battle.
Yixiangxiang time passed quickly. After a period of time, Ye Chenfeng fully recovered its strength, and slowly stood up and said, "Residence Lord, I have fully recovered and I can compare."
"Om!"
The voice of Ye Chenfeng just fell, and Fu Youyue sitting cross-legged in the stands opened his eyes, his body jumped up suddenly, like a war knife, across the sky, and landed on the competition field.
Feeling the powerful blade from the Fu Youyue body, Ye Chenfeng's deep eyes burst out of the channel, and the sword momentum in the body spun out uncontrollably, colliding with the blade released by Fu Youyue.
"Boom!"
sword momentum, the blades collided together, and suddenly set off a huge wave in the air. The strong momentum made many Martial residence disciples in the stands feel suffocated.
"sword momentum, Brother Ye actually realized sword momentum, he, how he practiced."
"Perverted, this Ye Chenfeng really is the same as the Fu Youyue." Lost to Ye Chenfeng, Lin Fuxin, who was not injured, rubbed his swollen chest and muttered to himself.
At this time, he was completely convinced by the strength of Ye Chenfeng, and he was convinced to lose it.
"Ye Chenfeng, you are very good, your success is beyond my imagination, I hope to fight later, you don't let me down." Feel the knife released by you can not help sword momentum released by Ye Chenfeng, Fu Youyue slightly opened The moist mouth said coldly.
"Relax, you will be satisfied." Ye Chenfeng looked at the cold face of Fu Youyue and responded faintly. The three-kilogram Panlong Epee appeared in his hands, and the fierce sword momentum continued to skyrocket.
"Start!"
With the order of Qian Daobai , the ultimate decisive battle begins.
"Boom!"
The sword in Fu Youyue's body is completely vented, but the sword has been given the domineering domineering. The terrible momentum makes people gushed.
"Yeah!"
The overwhelming knife strikes, and Ye Chenfeng immediately sends out a sword. A dazzling sword burst out of the air, and a sword tears the blade's impact and attacks Fu Youyue.
"Broken!"
The pupil of Fu Youyue shrank, and the blood moon knife in his hand was chopped out with a knife. The dreaded knife awn directly smashed the sword awn hacked by Ye Chenfeng.
"Good, this Fu Youyue is worthy of being the first genius of Heavenly Fire Martial Residence. Her attacking power is probably the same as mine, after Level 6 Earth Beast General."
Seeing the prestige of Fu Youyue, Ye Chenfeng also played a strong heart, but he did not want to expose the two major cards of Profound Cold Spirit Water and Sword of Annihilation, constantly urging sword momentum to attack.
For a time, the sword and light sword shadow over the entire contest field, endless power swept around, shocked the fierce tremor of the contest field made of special materials.
"Broken air knife tactics, mountains and rivers broken."
The cast of the sword could not suppress Ye Chenfeng, Fu Youyue's slender legs slammed, Miaoman's body flew from the sky, a fierce force, a domineering knife slashed through the void, and a knife split towards Ye Chenfeng.
"120 thousand pounds of force, burst."
The pupils of Ye Chenfeng shrank, and all the strength of the body exploded, pouring into the Panlong Epee, inspiring the nine major attacks in the Epee to attack Array Talisman(s), splitting a sword across the air.
"Boom!"
Daggers and swords and shadows collided together. The sky-drenched sword qi swords flew everywhere, cutting the hard competition field into holes. The terrible attack deeply deterred the hearts of Martial residence disciples in the stands.
"How is it possible, how can the little animal be so powerful."
Shentu Kuang was deeply shocked by the amazing strength of Ye Chenfeng, revealing a complex look of despair, unwillingness, and weakness.
With the strength revealed by Ye Chenfeng, he knows that he may not be able to chase him for a lifetime.
"Break the empty knife, crack Heaven and Earth."
The moment Fu Youyue fell to the contest ground, her whole body was fused with the Blood Moon Sword, and she cut out the eighth style of the Broken Air Sword at Ye Chenfeng. The crimson blade of the sword seemed to merge endless flames, tearing Air, slashed towards Ye Chenfeng.
"Collapsing Clouds Palm."
Feeling the horror of Fu Youyue, Ye Chenfeng took a step forward. The strength of the whole body, the swarm of soul power poured into the right palm. Three overlapping Collapsing Clouds Palms were printed out. One Palm Seal was in the red On the blade, it resisted the eighth style of the Fu Youyue broken air knife.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound exploded, a powerful force swept through Heaven and Earth, and the battlefield almost bursting with cracks.
"Pedals!"
Although Ye Chenfeng used Collapsing Clouds Palm to withstand the eighth type of the broken air knife tactics performed by Fu Youyue, he was still shocked by the terrible reaction force for three steps, and his body's blood and blood rolled violently.
And Fu Youyue is also uncomfortable. A cold flush appeared on Leng Yan's face, and her breathing became short. There was a stream of blood flowing from her right hand holding the blood moon knife.
"Residence Lord, you said who would laugh to the end."
Vice Palace Lord Huo Lingfeng(Fire Spirit Peak) was shaken by the shocking power of the two, and he had to admit that no matter Ye Chenfeng or Fu Youyue, the attack power exceeded him.
"I can't see it, but according to their current situation, the result of the game should be announced immediately." Qian Daobai stared at the Ye Chenfeng duo, looking forward expectantly.
"Sister Fu, it's my turn to attack."
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the qi and blood flowing in the body, sword momentum 2-layer squirted thinly out of his body, straight into the sky.
"sword momentum 2-layer days!"
Feeling the sword momentum in the Ye Chenfeng's instantaneous surge, Fu Youyue Gu Jing Wubo's face showed a deep horror, and he couldn't help exclaiming.