1457. Chapter 1457 Killing the Golden Peng Monthly Ticket)
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"Xuan Kun!"
The shrill voice of the Little Holy Son Jinpeng almost resounded throughout the world.
It looked in front of it, looking at the bleeding feathers floating a million miles away, looking at the demon kings of Hedao who used to be on the mountain, and now they have all fallen.
"You! Deserve! Die!"
The little holy son of Jinpeng went completely crazy. He spoke every word and every word.
Qin Xuan looked at the little holy son Jin Peng and said calmly: "I have always been kind to all living beings and can give them a way to live!"
"I was merciful and allowed you to withdraw from the Demon King Arena to avoid death, but you want to go against me and call me arrogant!?"
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "I don't know what it means!"
As soon as the sound fell, the Little Holy Son Jinpeng had appeared in front of Qin Xuan, and the pair of roc claws seemed to be dyed into a golden color by the materialized immortality.
In an instant, the sharp claw penetrated Qin Xuan's chest.
But the Little Holy Son Jinpeng didn't look happy at all. Instead, he roared angrily, flapped his wings suddenly, and disappeared.
Qin Xuan appeared at the place where the figure of the little holy son Jin Peng disappeared, smiled softly, "Compared with me!?"
Immediately, he stepped forward and seemed to disappear among the stars.
Youlongduxingbu!
He never touched the golden roc body. It would be too obvious and would make the Ten Thousand Demons Sacred Mountain aware of his identity. Nor could he touch the wind and thunder fairy wings lightly.
Even when the Demon Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Mountain laid his eyes on him, he changed his aura to the peak of Hedao.
There are countless people in the world wearing white clothes and holding swords, and it is not uncommon in the world of cultivation to have someone who is a genius appear out of nowhere.
The Wind and Thunder All Things Sect is far away from the Holy Demon Star Realm. As long as the Holy Mountain of All Monsters is not aware of it, he will surely trigger the Wind and Thunder All Things Sect.
The demon king was beating, and on the sea of blood, Qin Xuan's body was like a swimming dragon. Every time he flashed, his figure disappeared.
Above the demon king ring, there seemed to be a white shadow and the golden light fleeting.
For ten breaths, the two sides flashed almost a thousand times, but there was not even a single direct confrontation.
The speed of one person and one demon is almost extremely fast.
Until Qin Xuan's figure flashed again, his brows were light and he seemed to be a little impatient.
"Is this the only speed the Jinpeng can have!?"
He was not trying to avoid the enemy, but wanted to test the speed of the little holy son of Jin Peng.
It's a pity that although the little saint son of Jin Peng has awakened the blood of Golden Winged Dapeng, the speed and strength gap between him and the real Golden Winged Dapeng is too big.
He has seen the true speed of the Golden-winged Dapeng. The Golden-winged Demon Saint, who is ranked ninth on the Immortal Ranking, can even surpass time and space and break through the shackles of time.
That is the truly terrifying existence that defies heaven. This little saint son of Jin Peng is far worse.
However, Qin Xuan also reached the gap between himself and the immortal list.
Returning to the weak is still weak after all.
He uses high-level magical powers, but he can only be the same as the little saint son of Jin Peng.
In Qin Xuan's thoughts, the attack of the Little Saint King Jinpeng has arrived!
boom!
In an instant, Qin Xuan had already moved his fist.
Battle King Body!
A sea of blood suddenly emerged from Qin Xuan's body, and golden essence filled Qin Xuan's body like a rolling tide.
The energy was billowing, and even the golden immortal wind was shaken away a lot.
Outside of Qin Xuan's white clothes, golden energy transformed into armor, at this moment, he turned into a god of war.
In his previous life, he created the Nine Fighting Styles, but he did not only have the Nine Fighting Styles.
He obtained this War King's body from a secret realm. It is of the third grade. It is not difficult to use it now to defeat the undying wind.
I saw him punch out, wrapped in golden armor, and the fist collided with the roc claw.
boom!
It can be clearly seen that the golden armor on Qin Xuan's fist is constantly shattering, but then recovering again.
But the little holy king of the golden roc screamed in pain, and was shattered by the wind of destruction. Qin Xuan's fist bent its roc claws, and there was a faint crack.
Under the golden armor, Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent.
Although the speed of Jinpeng is the fastest in the world of cultivation, the body of Jinpeng is not at the forefront among the bloodline of the demon clan.
His evergreen body has even surpassed dragons and phoenixes in the same realm.
The King of War's body is also a third-grade magical power.
One punch can break the stars. How can this little holy king Jin Peng stop him?
Before the Little Holy King Jinpeng could react, Qin Xuan's right fist turned into a hand, stepped forward, and unexpectedly grabbed the claws of the Little Holy King Jinpeng.
Immediately, Qin Xuan's left hand was like a knife, slashing towards the abdomen of the little holy son Jin Peng.
On the palm of his hand, there is a terrifying sharp edge, which is like splitting the stars in the sky.
The Little Saint of Jinpeng was a little frightened. It neighed, its wings shook, and hundreds of Wuming's wind-shaped feathers came to attack Qin Xuan. Not only that, it actually condensed a dazzling Wuming into one of its claws.
The wind and sun.
It was the indestructible wind materializing into the condensed micro-yang, which was almost terrifying to the extreme.
It sensed the terror of Qin Xuan's sword and wanted to use it to stop it.
Immediately, the palm knife collided with the golden sun. At the same time, the thousands of golden feathers had already landed on Qin Xuan's War King Armor.
boom!
The golden essence spreads, and the undying wind sweeps around.
Even the many demon lords outside the demon king's ring have difficulty knowing what is going on.
Until, a golden shadow flew out from it.
"Huntian is out!?"
"Then the human race died?"
There was a sound, and from the Holy Mountain, the eyes of many Demon Lords were focused on Qin Xuan. After all, such a wonderful battle in the Demon King Arena, within the Hedao territory, was really rare.
What's more, this Demon King Lei killed many creatures from the Ten Thousand Demons Sacred Mountain.
I saw the Little Holy Son Jin Peng appearing very far away from Qin Xuan, his eyes full of fear.
It watched the waves gradually dissipate and the figure slowly walking out.
Qin Xuan's golden armor had many cracks, and with an explosion, the War King's armor was shattered.
The white clothes on Qin Xuan's body were revealed, but the white clothes were not damaged at all.
And in Qin Xuan's right hand, there is another claw, which is the claw of the Little Holy Son Jin Peng.
Qin Xuan casually threw it into the sea of blood with a calm expression on his face.
At this moment, both claws of the Little Holy Son Jinpeng had disappeared. One was severed by itself, and the other was chopped off by his sword.
"You're not slow to react. If you want to challenge my Heaven-Destroying Devil Sword head-on, you'll already be dead!" Qin Xuan spoke softly.
The Heaven-Slaying Demonic Sword, a second-grade physical cultivator with supernatural powers, was once created by a Demon Lord.
Qin Xuan once said that he had millions of magical powers in his mind. How could he be lying? Even without all the magical powers in the past, he still had magical powers that could sweep the world.
"It's a pity that even so, it's still difficult for you to survive!"
Qin Xuan smiled faintly. This time, he did not use other magical powers, but a line of flesh and blood opened on his forehead.
Fighting in nine styles, the gods sighed!
As far as the eye can see, it is caused by the sighs of the gods!
The Little Holy Son of Jinpeng was already extremely frightened, and he was about to flee towards the demon king.
This person in white clothes is not a human being, and there is nothing more special than this.
Not even the Immortal Ape King or the Pingtian Dragon King had ever made him feel this way.
The white clothes in front of me seemed invincible, and it was even more irresistible!
Unfortunately, no matter how fast Jin Peng is, what can he do? How can he escape Qin Xuan’s sight!?
The little saint son of Jinpeng almost fled three million miles in an instant before he was about to emerge from the demon king's ring.
In an instant, a golden light arrived.
A golden light, broken peng feathers, annihilated peng blood, demon-breaking pill, broken life bones!
The flesh and blood on Qin Xuan's forehead was restored. He had stepped a million miles into the sea of blood, and looked at the corpses everywhere.
The golden roc fell, and the demon's blood flowed like a fountain.
The Demon King at the pinnacle of Hedao, the son of Pengzun Huntian...
die!
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