Keng! But even so, ye Lingfeng didn''t have the slightest fear on his face. Dou zijue urged him to fight with all his strength. He was full of gold awn, waving a bloody Epee, and constantly chopped away at the attack of the sword Qi, in order to eliminate the ten thousand sword.


    It has to be said that the pan clan is worthy of being hailed as the closest group to God. Although not all of them light up the sixth star, ye Lingfeng, who holds the blood sword, still shows his indomitable and vigorous offensive.


    The first wave of Qianjian, who was the first to approach, was cut into pieces by his bloody epee and scattered in the sky. The pieces of sword Qi swept across the sky and extinguished the flames on the ground.


    Keng! However, after the thousand sword broke, golden blood began to flow down along the tiger''s mouth of Ye Lingfeng. Not only that, more and more cracks began to appear on the body surface of the blood gas epee. When the thousand sword was broken, the dense cracks of the blood gas Epee finally dispersed. With a sound like the sad cry of a dragon, the blood gas Epee broke into the sky.


    "There are nine thousand swords. I see how you can catch them!" At this moment, he almost had a kind of illusion, as if the monk standing in front of him was not a monk at the beginning of Yuanying''s life, but a monk at the end of his life. But he was shocked. His eyes were still murderous, and he said coldly, "three thousand swords, cast Skynet!"


    Keng! Keng! Keng! With the sound of the sword, the forest of swords changed, and three thousand swords shot out, interwoven into a terrible net, which covered Ye Lingfeng. Such a terrible attack, even if ye Lingfeng was a pan clan, he felt that his skin would be torn by the sword Qi, and the sting spread from the surface to the deepest part of the soul.


    "Heaven forbid!" The blood gas Epee cracked, and ye Lingfeng''s divine thoughts surged. He turned into a huge long bow and appeared in the palm of his hand. The bow opened to the full moon, and the sharp arrows shot out one after another, toward the 3000 sword Qi.


    Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! The arrows are like a rainbow, running through the heaven and earth, one after another, and hitting heavily with 3000 swords.


    The roar is endless. Every sword and every arrow touch each other, and they will disappear, break and disperse the sky.


    When the 3000 th arrow was shot, Tianzhu''s long bow seemed to be overwhelmed. At the moment when the arrow flew out, the bow string broke and the body of the bow broke. It turned into endless pieces and fell from ye Lingfeng''s palm.


    At the moment when the bow was broken, ye Lingfeng''s hands were already fleshy, especially his right thumb and his two fingers, which had been arched, could not see the flesh and blood.


    Three thousand swords were broken again. Chang Chen almost lost his mind because of his bloody battle record. He had never seen such a powerful monk in yuanyingjing. Even at this moment, he could not help but love his talents and wanted to bring ye Lingfeng under his door.


    He can be sure that as long as he let this son grow up, he will surely lead a few stars to occupy taiweiyuan. Even in the future, because of this son''s existence, taiweiyuan will become a third-class or second-class star field from a fourth-class star field.


    But it''s a pity that this son has a rosefinch, standing on the opposite side of him, fighting hard to open, can''t stay!


    "Six thousand swords, I see how you can break it!" Murmur a sigh in the heart, often Chen eyes kill again Lin, finally five thousand sword to Ye Lingfeng gush! Six thousand swords are connected, forming a desperate frenzy of swordsmanship. Each sword is sonorous and frightening!


    It''s a terrible attack, which makes everyone change color. Even if you ask about the repair, you have to have a headache. The sword Qi is connected, and thousands of swords are surging. It''s only possible for the enemy who is waiting for the sword to be crushed into pieces by the sword tide.


    "God tripod!" Ye Lingfeng roars and releases the God tripod of the mud pill palace. He holds the God tripod with his huge body and bombards the incoming sword.


    The fall of each cauldron caused a Blazing Sword to crack into the sky.


    But every time the impact, the violent anti shock will also feed back to his body, making his five fingers crack and his phalanx crack.


    In the blink of an eye, the tripod even broke two thousand swords, but the terrible impact of the sword also made the tripod body crack countless, such as to collapse.


    Roar! In order to prevent the tripod from being completely damaged, ye Lingfeng retracts the tripod into his body, raises his head and roars, and unfolds six fists. With the huge body of Pan clan, he changes six fists, and finally struggles with the roaring sword tide with his strong body.


    The shadow of the fist roared, and each fist was as heavy as a mountain. It seemed that the void would collapse, and the sword under the fist would collapse.


    It''s incomparable to fight hand to hand. It''s almost like God! This situation, this scene, let Chang Chen''s mind roar, emerge a section of records in ancient books!


    Although the scene looks magnificent, only Ye Lingfeng can understand how difficult it is.


    Especially at the moment, what he was fighting against was not the sword spirit of leisurely sword cultivation, but the sword spirit of sword cultivation. Such a degree of attack was crushing. If he had been another monk, it would have been gone.


    After fighting for all his energy and breaking 4000 swords, ye Lingfeng finally couldn''t bear it. His steps became heavier and heavier, and his body kept shaking and coughing up blood. At this moment, his vitality is extremely weak, and his whole body is covered with dense scars.


    Bone can be seen in every scar, and blood flows down the crack, just like a blood man crawling out of a pool of blood.But even so, such a record is enough to make ye Lingfeng proud! With the cultivation of Yuanying realm, you can resist the siege of nine thousand swords without losing any momentum. In this way, not to mention the same realm, few people can transform the spirit realm.


    "His future achievements are limitless Maybe it will reappear the glory of the ancient gods But unfortunately, he''s going to die! " Chang Chen is also trembling. He is almost convinced by Ye Lingfeng''s attack.


    Ten thousand swords kill, this is his famous means, ten thousand swords out, invincible. Today, however, some people have broken his nine thousand swords, and he is also a monk at the beginning of Yuanying. This is a real miracle!


    Shocked at the same time, his heart more regret and dark cool. It''s a pity that such arrogance, after all, can''t be used by him and stands on the opposite side of him. What''s more, even such arrogance, how can it be erased from the world!


    Keng! After smashing the 4001st sword, ye Lingfeng''s strength was almost overdrawn. Before he could react, the next sword came out, pierced his shoulder, brought a shower of blood, and smashed a bone.


    After this sword, ye Lingfeng''s body began to crumble. Even breaking nine thousand swords, his achievements were terrible, but he was almost overdrawn to the verge of exhaustion and could not support any more.


    "And the 998 sword, you can''t stop it!" Chang Chen stands erect, his eyes cold, looking at Ye Lingfeng.