Six hundred and sixtieth chapters provocation of heaven and man
In front of the Golden Wing Clan's Huoxin City, a golden figure flew across the void.
"Bang," pieces of golden feathers fell into the void, and streams of blood shot out in all directions.
"Plop," the body of a Golden Wing warrior fell from mid-air to the ground, and blood splashed again.
"Boom, boom, boom," golden shields were stacked up quickly around Zi Zaitian, who was wearing a light cyan imperial uniform and had thick eyebrows and big eyes.
"Who are you? You dare to kill the Golden Wings warriors in the seventeenth heaven. You deserve death."
A Golden Wing Clan armored commander, commanding a dozen large shields from the Golden Wing Clan, slowly retreated towards the gate of Huoxin City, not forgetting to shout angrily at Zizaitian.
"I am Hou Feng, the seventh Shura prince of the Shura tribe!"
Zi Zaitian, wearing the Shura clan's battle armor, looked at this small group of guards and said slowly.
"Whoosh," a resounding arrow resounded above the Huoxin City on the seventeenth floor of Mount Sumeru.
"Tap tap tap," above Huoxin City, countless figures of golden warriors rushed to their posts quickly. A golden-winged leader looked at the four to five thousand Shura warriors below the city, full of doubts.
"Why did your Shura tribe's army appear on the seventeenth floor? How did you get through the territory of the four Vajras on the sixteenth floor? And why did you kill our Golden Wings tribe's warriors?"
"Hmph, our Shura clan is extremely powerful. We have several experts in the Tianyan Realm. How can we stop the four great Vajras?"
"As for why I killed you Golden Wings warriors..."
"Don't you understand? The Golden Wings clan, the master of Tianyan, now only has one Jin Junyan, and even the creation only has two old elders. Such a rubbish race actually occupies the seventeenth to twenty-first and fifth floors? It's dirty.
Mount Sumeru!”
"Bold, what about our Golden Wings tribe? When will it be your turn, a little Shura King of the Shura tribe, to speak up?"
"Not convinced?"
Zi Zaitian looked towards the city with his big eyes, showing contempt, and said slowly: "If you don't accept it, why don't you come down and challenge us? Or come with five thousand soldiers, and we'll fight for a while!"
The leader of the Golden Wings clan on top of the city suddenly lost his breath. Although Shura Hou Feng was the seventh Shura King, he was also a being at the pinnacle of deification, and he was really no match for him.
"Oh? When did Hou Feng of the Shura tribe become so arrogant? I heard that he was gentle and gentle, but it turned out to be Miao Chuan!"
A loud voice came, and a fat body appeared above the city. In its round face, a pair of small eyes looked radiantly at the fake Hou Feng below the city.
"Elder!"
"Peng Zhenfei?"
The leader respectfully saluted the plump elder Peng Zhenfei.
Peng Zhenfei waved his hand, looked at Dezui Tian below the city, and said slowly: "You want to fight alone?"
"You dare?" Zi Zaitian showed disdain in his eyes.
Above Huoxin City, a golden body, like a huge rock, fell from the sky.
"Boom," a pair of sharp claws crashed hard outside Huoxin City, stirring up endless dust. Elder Peng Zhenfei jumped down, and the long golden stick whizzed towards Zi Zai Tian.
"Cang," a sword light emerged, accompanied by starlight in the cold light.
"Dang," there was a soft sound, and Hou Feng's sword just touched Elder Peng Zhenfei's long golden stick and walked away lightly.
Elder Peng Zhenfei was startled and looked at Hou Feng in disbelief. His powerful and heavy blow was actually lightly wiped away by Hou Feng's three-foot long sword.
"I don't believe it. You are at the pinnacle of deification, how are you going to block the bombardment of the master of creation?"
"Huhu," the endless golden stick shadow looked like a golden peacock, suddenly opening its tail and fluttering its wings.
"Dang, Dang, Dang," the three-foot long sword in Hou Feng's hand slashed and slashed like a dragon.
Amidst the bursts of blue-green starlight, Hou Feng's pitch-black body continued to retreat behind him.
Hou Feng looked embarrassed and weak, but every time he swung the long sword in his hand, he hit Peng Zhenfei's long golden stick in front of him just right.
In front of Huoxin City, dust was flying.
Elder Peng Zhenfei, who had the power of creation burst into the golden long stick, did not realize that the counterfeit Hou Feng's repulsed figure was also an illusion deliberately faked.
"Boom," a stick looked like a long golden dragon, stretched across the void, and suddenly fell down.
The embarrassed Hou Feng seemed to be frightened by Elder Peng Zhenfei's fierce stick.
Unexpectedly, he staggered and fell sideways. In a panic, he hurriedly blocked the falling golden stick with his three-foot long sword.
"Dang," Hou Feng whined with the sword in his hand.
"Cang," the tip of the sword flew into the air, and it was unknown where it was hit.
The long sword in Hou Feng's hand was broken by Peng Zhenfei's stick.
"Haha," Peng Zhenfei laughed heartily as he looked at Hou Feng, who was half lying on the ground with his sword cut off.
"Surrender, you are only at the peak of deification. You are no match for me, and I don't want to kill you."
"Cang," in Hou Feng's hand, half of the dagger suddenly struck Peng Zhenfei's knee.
"Is this Prince Hou Feng the one you need to sympathize with? I will die!"
"Dang," Peng Zhenfei moved his long stick and firmly blocked half of Hou Feng's dagger, and asked speechlessly.
"Are you crazy?"
"Huh, in that case, I don't mind getting a little bit of the little Shura King's blood."
Elder Peng Zhenfei's long golden stick was once again thrown out in anger.
"Dang," in an instant, there was only another sound of metal clashing.
A short sword kept spinning and flying in the void, not knowing where it was going.
Looking at the long golden stick resting steadily on his nose, Hou Feng, with his big eyes, squinted at Peng Zhenfei who was standing in front of him, hurriedly raised his arms and said slowly: "I surrender!"
Elder Peng Zhenfei slowly took three steps back, looked at Hou Feng who seemed to be truly surrendering, and gently put away the long golden stick.
"Take your Shura warriors and get out, I don't want to see you again."
When Hou Feng heard this, he lowered his noble head in great helplessness.
Elder Peng Zhenfei slowly lowered his long golden stick in front of his golden figure, as if he already believed that Hou Feng was really surrendering.
Suddenly, Hou Feng's lowered head quickly raised and looked at Peng Zhenfei with a smile.
Elder Peng Zhenfei was startled, his heart dropped steadily after being frightened, and he said angrily: "Hou Feng, now, take your Shura warriors and get out of the seventeenth floor immediately."
"Okay," Hou Feng's mouth suddenly opened wide, but he didn't close it again.
"Whoosh," a sword light suddenly appeared.
In this sword light, endless runes burst out. Among the runes, there seemed to be earth, water, fire and wind surging.
Elder Peng Zhenfei, who was standing in the distance, suddenly changed his expression and hurriedly raised the golden stick. In the golden stick, the breath of the Wood of Creation circulated, and green divine light protected Elder Peng Shengfei's heart and vitals.
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"Cang," a sword flew forward, as fast as lightning, and the air of creation filled the air, seemingly mixed with the divine power of Tianyan.
Why does this flying sword look so much like a heavenly being growing into a heavenly king?
Elder Peng Zhenfei was horrified and full of questions.
"Dang, boom...," two different roaring sounds sounded outside the south gate of Huoxin City.
Peng Zhenfei's golden figure was like a stream of light, flying into the air by the sword light, and in an instant, it was chopped into dust again.
"No, the elder has been tricked by Hou Feng of the Shura tribe. Go and save him."
In Huoxin City, groups of golden warriors rushed out of the city.
"Whoosh whoosh," behind Hou Feng, jet-black arrow feathers suddenly burst out from the battle formation of five thousand dark Shura warriors.
"Bobo..."
At the gate of the city, hundreds of golden-winged warriors had just appeared, their bodies lying on the ground.
"kill!"
On top of the city, endless golden-winged warriors jumped down high.
For an instant, the endless soldiers seemed like golden dumplings, leaping together from the top of the city to outside the city.
"Swish, swish, swish," endless arrow feathers took the opportunity to shoot randomly.
"Dang, Dang, Dang," large golden shields hurriedly stood in front of the golden-winged warriors and snatched them at the fallen body of Elder Peng Zhenfei.
As a golden-winged tribe with two wings, they are actually not affected by the no-fly formation on the city. In the void, they maintain the posture of the battle formation, hold Elder Peng Zhenfei firmly in the center, and flutter their wings back to the city.
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"Oh, I have actually forgotten that you Golden Wings and Fallen Angels are able to escape from the Taoist law and fly in a large formation. If you keep flying, it will only kill a few thousand of you. What a pity!"
In Hou Feng's eyes, looking at the golden feathers and corpses of one or two thousand Golden Wing warriors below the city, he seemed to express infinite regret.
"Despicable, shameless person. You have lost all the Shura clan's billions of years of honor. Poof..."
On top of the city, Elder Peng Zhenfei, who woke up slowly and turned pale, pointed at Hou Feng and cursed angrily.
"Oh, he can't represent the Shura clan's honor!" Suddenly, a majestic voice slowly sounded in Huoxin City.