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Chapter 255: The Nine Elders Who Are Ashamed

Looking at Shenjian and Tianpeng Bolongtu, they fell into a state of anxiety.

No one can destroy anyone.

Zhuang Fan immediately activated Hong Meng's sword.

A huge divine shadow of heaven and earth condensed behind him.

He waved the Hongmeng Emperor Sword in his hand and slashed an unparalleled sword light towards the ninth elder of the Tianpeng clan.

Looking at the sword light flying towards me.

I noticed the terrifying fluctuations emanating from it.

The disdain in the eyes of the ninth elder of the Tianpeng clan disappeared completely.

It was replaced by a solemn look that had never been seen before.

No wonder this young man from the human race could easily kill the Peng Demon, the Tianpeng Saint, and so many powerful Tianpeng tribe members.

The power of this sword technique alone is enough to fight against the sky and fight across the ranks.

Don't look at the fact that he is just a saint king now.

But with his explosive strength, even those who have just entered the Great Saint Realm may not be his match.

If this young man is allowed to continue to grow.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the Tianpeng tribe will be in big trouble.

An enemy like this that is impossible to conquer but extremely talented and evil.

It must be nipped in the cradle at all costs.

It must not be allowed to grow.

Otherwise, it would be uncertain who will live and who will die in the end.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

Think of this.

The ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe once again used another secret technique of suppressing the Tianpeng tribe.

An extremely bright golden light immediately emerged from his body.

In an instant, a golden-winged Tianpeng with flapping wings and roaring sounds condensed in the sky.

All those metallic luster feathers fell off from the golden-winged Tianpeng.

Suspended in the air.

The whole space was densely packed.

Like a magic sword.

It gave off a chilling light that was heart-stopping.

"cut!"

As the sword finger of the ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe slid.

All the airtight sword feathers in the sky fell down.

It directly cuts the space like a spider web.

They are all cracks emitting strong wind.

Submerged Zhuang Fan and the Hongmeng light he chopped out.

"The Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar, Swallow!"

He glanced at the sword feathers in the sky with great disdain.

Zhuang Fan directly pushed the sky-swallowing magic jar above his head.

A very terrifying devouring power erupted.

It's like transforming into a black hole in the universe.

A huge whirlpool with no end in sight was formed.

Directly blocking those falling sword feathers.

Swallowed it into the sky-swallowing magic jar.

Then Zhuang Fan's figure looked like a ghost.

Disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Appeared behind the ninth elder of Tianpeng tribe.

The Hongmeng spear in his hand flashed with a bright and dazzling spear light.

Then the gun came out like a dragon.

A very fast burst of speed.

Stab the chrysanthemum of the ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe.

"ah!"

immediately.

A cruel scream resounded throughout the world.

The figure of the ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe rushed forward instantly like a fired cannonball.

The originally indifferent face was full of pain, and even revealed a hint of ferocity.

He covered his buttocks with both hands, and streams of golden blood flowed from between his fingers. In just a blink of an eye, it dyed the clothes on his body.

"You little beast, you...you are so ungrateful!"

"If you want to fight, then fight. If you want to fight, then fight. As long as you can clear a path, I will naturally accompany you. But how can you use such a despicable method to sneak attack on my anus?"

The ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe turned red, his eyes filled with tears, and he complained tearfully.

It’s impossible not to cry.

The chrysanthemum was stolen, which really hurt my bones.

That was an experience he had never had in his life.

The pain is sour and refreshing with a hint of pleasure inside.

It made him feel a feeling he had never felt before.

and.

Although he is a powerful man at the level of a great saint.

But it is impossible to make chrysanthemums as hard as iron.

if not.

How can he reincarnate grains?

Besides, when he fought with others in the past, he always fought openly and honestly.

I have never encountered such a shameless enemy.

The magic weapons of the great law were actually condensed to attack the next three routes.

See you soon.

"Haha, you are still a powerful sage who has lived for countless years. Can you stop being so naive and childish? I and you are mortal enemies. Do we need to knock each other before we fight?"

"Does it taste sour when chrysanthemums are stolen? I must let you taste the chrysanthemums bursting all over the mountain today!"

Zhuang Fan sneered.

The figure disappeared again.

He waved the Hongmeng spear in his hand towards the ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe.

Once again, he stabbed his anus, which was already broken and bleeding.

"puff!"

In an instant.

The ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe, who was originally unable to move due to injuries and whose strength had declined, was attacked again.

Chrysanthemum was once again destroyed by Hongmeng's spear.

This time it went deeper.

Even the barrel of the gun penetrated a lot.

"Ah...oh..."

The ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe let out a very strange scream.

There was even a slight moan of pleasure, which echoed between heaven and earth for a long time and spread far away.

All the creatures of all races who came after hearing the news were stunned for a moment, and a very strange look appeared in everyone's eyes.

They all stared with strange expressions at Zang Fan, who was hunching behind, holding the Hongmeng spear in his hand and keeping his forward thrust, and the ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe, who was holding his buttocks, crying and trembling slightly.

Aren't these two guys sworn enemies?

Why does it become so strange to have a painting style?

Are duels nowadays conducted with chrysanthemums?

The spears were thrust in one after another. Let alone a strong man in the Great Saint Realm, even a powerful person in the Reflection Realm would not dare to withstand such a perverted attack.

"Little...little beast...the humiliation you have inflicted on me today will be repaid twice as much in the future. I will throw you into the group of war horses, feed those war horses with medicine, and let you experience the feeling of having your chrysanthemum stolen."

!”

The voices of the ninth elder of the Tianpeng clan began to tremble.

But the two eyes were filled with overwhelming murderous intent.

Staring at Zhuang Fan who was standing with a gun, he wished he could tear him alive right now.

This little beast actually did it again.

A brutal attack on his anus.

And what made him feel most ashamed was that the strange scream just now was probably heard by all the creatures of the Ten Thousand Races who had just arrived. How could he still hang out among the Ten Thousand Races in the future?

I was really disgraced today, I was so embarrassed that I was sent to my grandma’s house.

The culprit behind all of this is the young human being in front of him who deserves death and should be cut into pieces.

When he thought of this, the eyes of the ninth elder of the Tianpeng tribe turned red.

Like a mad beast.

Breathing heavily.

White smoke billowed directly from his head.

Like a lit chimney.


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