Hantan Peak is trembling, and everyone's hearts are trembling. The chaotic storm is rolling around every corner. The dark sword power of the Falling Sun Sword Master and the world-ending pressure of the Ancestor Mingpeng are all destroyed by this storm.
Without a trace, between heaven and earth, there seemed to be an ancient demon god who suddenly awakened, and everything became as humble as dust.
"This... this is..." Ming Xiao's face was as white as paper, and his voice was trembling. Different from the previous one, it was a kind of fear and trembling that was directly applied to the bottom of his soul.
The Master of the Falling Sun Sword's pupils expanded to their maximum size, and even the clenched hands were shaking violently. Looking at Yun Che in his sight, for the first time in his life, he could not believe his own eyes and perception.
At that moment, the profound energy surged so much that it almost crushed his god-king body!
"You..." The Master of the Falling Sun Sword trembled. He thought of something, and it was the only possibility he could think of in his lifetime: "Forbidden... Technique!"
Yun Che grinned slightly, stretched out his arm, and slowly stretched out a finger toward him amid the suddenly shrinking pupils of the Falling Sun Sword Master, and then... flicked it lightly.
Crack!
The distortion of space radiated from Yun Che's fingers to the master of the Falling Sun Sword in an instant.
In extreme shock, the Master of the Falling Sun Sword's reaction was a tenth of an instant slower. In his shock, the Falling Sun Sword instinctively turned sideways, and the profound energy and sword intent that had been silent for a short time violently exploded in front of him.
Bang!!
With a muffled sound, the eyes of the shocked Sword Master of the Fallen Sun went dark, and his figure instantly fell back dozens of feet, and the right arm holding the sword went numb as it trembled...
Among the pupils that shrank again was Yun Che's terrifying face with a ferocious smile. He could clearly see that just now, it was just the power of Yun Che's fingers!
At this time, the sky darkened, and the aura of Ancestor Mingpeng, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was obviously confused. He let out a long roar, and a hurricane hundreds of miles away swept across the sky. This time, the roar of the storm was even more violent,
It shrank sharply as it sank, and in an instant, it turned into a dark wind blade that was the same as before, but obviously more terrifying.
Chi!
The dark wind blade sliced through the space and swept straight towards Yun Che's back.
Yun Che still faced the Master of the Falling Sun Sword without turning around, as if he was not aware of the approaching dark wind blade. In an instant, the dark wind blade was so close that there was no longer any possibility of avoiding it.
Ancestor Mingpeng was ecstatic when he saw this. He, who should have been as calm as an old tree, let out a ferocious howl: "Die!"
Wherever the dark wind blade touched, the space was shattered into countless fragments. At this moment, Yun Che's arm suddenly moved back, and he used his palm to directly grasp the dark wind blade that had almost broken the sky just now.
Crack!!
The palm of his hand came into contact with the dark wind blade, but the dark wind blade did not penetrate through it. It did not even have an explosion of power. It was directly fixed in Yun Che's palm. Then, it was like a long black snake that was restrained by seven inches.
He twisted and struggled desperately in Yun Che's five fingers, letting out bursts of piercing screams, but no matter what, he couldn't break free.
I wanted to take the opportunity to stab Yun Che with my sword. Master Yunyang looked at this scene and completely stayed there, his whole body was so shocked that he became motionless.
Yun Che's five fingers suddenly tightened.
There was a soft sound, condensed by a hundred-mile storm, and the dark wind blade from Ancestor Mingpeng was instantly shattered between Yun Che's gathered five fingers, turning into broken black smoke.
"Ah...ah..." Ming Xiao's body fell limply to the ground. The usually majestic Ming Peng clan leader's body and soul were shattered by shock.
Yun Che's figure flickered and disappeared completely... and the next moment, he appeared like a ghost in the sky above Ancestor Mingpeng, and his right arm wrapped in red and black profound energy suddenly fell down.
Boom!!
With just one blow, Ancestor Ming Peng spurted blood from his seven orifices. Yun Che turned his body again and landed on the side of his left wing. He grabbed it with both hands at the same time, and a black light instantly penetrated Ancestor Ming Peng's left wing.
Hiss
This was definitely the most terrifying tearing sound that anyone had ever heard in their lives... At that moment, everyone felt as if their hearts were being torn apart.
The most terrifying tearing sound I have ever heard in my life was accompanied by the most terrifying scene I have ever seen.
Ancestor Mingpeng's giant wings that were fifty miles long were violently torn off from his body by Yun Che with both hands...
The screaming at that moment was so tragic that it was so cruel that the red blood poured out in the air, causing a huge bloody rainstorm to fall on Han Tan Peak.
But this was not the end. Yun Che's figure turned around again and stepped straight onto his right wing. Those pair were a little pale. To Ancestor Ming Peng, they were like hands from hell. Under the flash of black light, his huge right wing was also cruel.
Tear off.
For the Ming Peng clan, those huge pair of wings are not only a symbol, but also life. Losing both wings destroyed not only his wings, but also completely crushed all his will and beliefs. This has been hidden for many years.
Ancestor Mingpeng, the supreme being in the Eastern Realm, his miserable roar echoed thousands of miles away, but it was indescribable pain and despair.
boom!!!!
With the last punch, Yun Che lightly hit its broken body.
And under this blow, the ancestor Ming Peng, whose will was completely shattered, did not resist or struggle at all, and allowed the violent dark energy to pour into its body, destroying its body with holes...
For him now, death is the best relief.
Wow
The wings are still dripping with blood, and the body of Ancestor Ming Peng has broken through thousands of holes. The blood rain is falling like crazy, and the disgusting stench is quickly covering the entire body.
Hantan Mountains.
Ancestor Ming Peng...die!
His death was more miserable than any death he had seen, heard, or done in his life.
Yun Che descended from the sky, his flowing black hair and black clothes not stained with blood.
boom!
boom!
Ancestor Mingpeng's pair of giant wings fell one after another, shaking up hundreds of miles of blood and dust. Yun Che's falling body turned sharply, and grasped with his five fingers, aiming straight for the Master of the Falling Sun Sword.
The current state of the Falling Sun Sword Master can basically be described as liver and gallbladder rupture.
Facing Yun Che, who was suddenly approaching, his sword power was so high just now. As the number one swordsman in the Eastern Realm, the speed of his sword was extremely slow and difficult, and the sword intention he released was even more chaotic.
Yun Che's splayed five fingers collided with the Falling Sun Sword, but there was not even an instant of resistance. The Falling Sun Sword... the core demonic sword of the Falling Sun Sword Domain, was broken like fragile ice crystals layer by layer under Yun Che's claws, and the sword was completely broken.
From the tip to the sword body and then to the hilt.
Click, click, click, click...
When Yun Che's palm reached it, the broken blade flew away. As the hilt of the sword was completely shattered, Yun Che's five hook-like fingers had already caught the wrist of the master of the Falling Sun Sword. There was a muffled sound of "Bang", and the Falling Sun Sword was completely shattered.
The Lord's sleeves fell into pieces, and his eyes suddenly lost color.
"Do you really think you are worthy of being my opponent?"
In his ears, Yun Che's low voice came, and every word was the coldest and disdainful taunt.
Facing Yun Che's explosive strength, he and Ancestor Ming Peng, the two tenth-level god kings, were so humble. Looking back on their previous words... they were actually the most ridiculous, shameful and ignorant things they had ever said in their lives.
joke.
The Falling Sun Sword was shattered, and what was shattered was also the belief he had upheld throughout his life. As Yun Che opened his five fingers, his body fell backwards like a broken piece of rotten wood, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes looked at the dim sky, but
It is empty and colorless.
Until his death, he did not know who Yun Che was and why he was so vicious and cruel.
Yun Che stepped on the ground.
With an explosion of "Boom", the space where the Master of the Falling Sun Sword was directly transformed into pitch-black powder. The first person who had shocked the Eastern Realm for thousands of years and was looked up to by countless profound practitioners was so easily and completely crushed to death.
The Falling Sun Sword is shattered, and no bones remain!
Yun Che said that he only had one chance, and if he didn't surrender, he would die!
Huh...huh...
The airflow in the Hantan Mountains was completely disrupted, and large and small storms swept across in chaos. The pungent smell of blood made the mysterious practitioners who were used to seeing death shrink all over, and their chests turned upside down.
Dongfang Hanwei used all her willpower to barely avoid fainting, but her face was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.
Although she is young, as the princess of Donghan, she has witnessed many deaths with her own eyes, but she has never seen such a cruel death... She could kill him easily, but tore off his wings and then destroyed his body.
Let the blood rain down the mountain; even though he was dead, his body was destroyed, not even a trace of bone was left behind.
What kind of person is he? Is he a devil who enjoys this kind of cruelty and violence?
The fact that two tenth-level god kings were crushed and killed by one person should have shocked the world and shocked the world. However, what filled the Hantan Mountains and appeared on everyone's faces was only fear and trembling... Ancestor Ming Peng and the Falling Sun Sword
The death of the Lord was not just a nightmare for the two of them, but a nightmare for everyone who was present and witnessed everything with their own eyes.
At this moment, they all vaguely saw an extremely terrifying shadow covering the sky of the Eastern Realm with a heavy blackness.
At the top of Han Tan Peak, which was stained with a thick blood color, Yun Che slowly turned around. The moment his gaze swept across, the eight sect masters and the great elders all trembled as if their souls were stabbed by poisonous blades.
Plop!
Ming Xiao knelt down violently, hitting the ground with his knees so hard that he almost broke his knees. His head also hit the ground hard, and his entire upper body was completely attached to the ground covered with the blood of his ancestors: "Ming Peng
As a clan, we are willing to follow your Majesty to the death. From today on, Your Majesty’s orders will be the decree of heaven for our clan, Ming Peng!”
His posture could not be more humble, and he actively threw his dignity at Yun Che's feet in front of everyone. His voice trembled slightly, but every word was deafening, lest Yun Che could not hear it clearly.
Jackals are still willing to fight against tigers and leopards, but ants face the evil god... and resist? That is just the most meaningless and stupid joke.
What's more, he is still such a vicious and cruel god.
The gods' kings, whose will was on the verge of collapse, finally collapsed under Ming Xiao's initiative. They all knelt down and leaned over, shouting while trembling and shrinking that they had never said and never thought in their dreams that it would come from
The words of surrender and begging from my own mouth...
The Hantan Mountain Range, the figures, and the mysterious ark were all so quiet. Today, they watched the arrival of two tenth-level god kings, and then watched them destroyed in an instant.
Black clouds surged in the sky, and the sky in the Eastern Territory changed, completely.
The eight divine kings, like eight jackals with their guts pierced and their legs broken, were lying in front of Yun Che. Without Yun Che's words, they didn't even dare to move, let alone get up.
Even when faced with the presence of the Great Realm King in the past, they have never been so humble... because at least, as the master and rule maker of the East Ruins Realm, the Great Realm King will not suddenly and brutally kill them without any reason.
Yun Che saw them indifferently, without the slightest hint of pleasure or pride. He whispered: "Remember, your loyalty is only once!"
"From today on, if any of you are disobedient or disobedient...you will know the consequences."
His tone did not change, nor did he release any breath, but when the last words fell, everyone felt as if a demon was suddenly planted in their hearts, and a silent fear spread throughout his body from the depths of his soul.
He is not just intimidating... what he hates most now is betrayal.
Ming Xiao's already extremely humble figure became even lower, and he said with sincerity and fear: "Your Majesty's grace of sparing my life, Ming Xiao will never forget it, let alone have any different intentions. If he dares to offend Your Majesty in the future, he will be punished."
He is the sworn enemy of our Mingpeng clan. If...if he violates it, he will be punished by heaven and earth."