The chaotic sword energy collided with the black magic dragon, making a thunderous noise. The place seemed to be destroyed, with black mist and chaotic energy steaming, and nothing could be seen.
Finally, the black mist disappeared, and only the chaotic energy was still shining.
The Golden Winged Peng King was covered in blood. He rushed out of the chaotic energy. There were many wounds on his body. It was obvious that he had suffered heavy injuries and blood was flowing out.
"It seems that the quality of this great wild halberd is really good. It will not be a problem to make it into a holy weapon in the future. Bring it to me!"
As Zhang Wenchang spoke, he flipped his hand, and a large black seal appeared, emitting thousands of auspicious lights, and struck the Golden Winged Peng King.
"This is the Chaos Stone! I didn't expect that the black stone in the Lizhou Ancient Tomb would fall into your hands!" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was surprised.
After the big black seal appeared, the pressure here suddenly increased sharply, and there was a suffocating feeling.
It quickly grew in size, covering the sky and the sun, as big as a mountain, emitting an incredible force field, imprisoning the void in the Golden Winged Peng King.
Rumble.
The golden divine roc and the divine dragon swimming between its claws merge into one, making up for the missing flaws and unable to stop and kill all enemies.
That time I hadn't entered the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm yet, so I was thinking of ways to teach Xiaopeng King a lesson.
I sketched it with both hands, and it directly evolved into a small purple roc. It was surrounded by thunder balls, making a sizzling sound, and flew towards this sacred roc as low as a mountain.
That is a wonderful technique inherited from the Tianpeng clan's bloodline. It cannot evolve into a vision, nor can it be regarded as a holy fighting technique like Dou Zi Mi.
A huge Tianpeng appeared in front of me, golden light shining, I was as small as Zhu Xiu, my icy eyes shot out cold light, my murderous aura was piercingly hot, and a terrifying aura filled the air.
"You are just borrowing weapons to gain advantage!"
The lightning power hammers the Shenpeng, and against the dragon-fighting technique of the Xiatianpeng, the purple thunder ball flashes with the little fist, and the void is shaking when it hits it.
The auspicious aura fell down, like thousands of galaxies, and the oppressive Golden Winged Peng King couldn't breathe.
"Golden-winged Old Peng King only received Tian Peng's true blood and some secret skills. It seems that they were all passed on to him. It's a pity that he is useless." Xiao Peng King looked at me with such a cannibalistic look.
Said.
King Xiaopeng hugged his hands, and a purple Xiaopeng appeared. My hands quickly sketched out the four mysterious runes in the Taoist Scriptures one by one, and imprinted them on the golden Xiaopeng.
King Xiaopeng casually took back the Chaos Stone and then put it away.
"Don't you also benefit from weapons?"
"That was just the first move, let him try the seventh move again!" Golden Wing Zhu Xiuyuan roared.
"The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique, the first move!" Zhang Wenchang, the golden-winged man, danced wildly, as if he had turned into a demon god, and his demonic aura soared to the sky.
That kind of extremely heavy feeling, even with the physique of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, there is a feeling that he will be shattered to pieces in the next moment.
King Xiaopeng casually sealed it and put it away.
This golden divine roc quickly grew in size and merged with my body. A golden divine roc appeared between my eyebrows, lifelike.
Xiaopeng Wang reached out and grabbed it, and it instantly appeared in my palm. It was as white as ink and about two inches long.
"It is said that that kind of holy fighting technique killed several human saints in ancient times. Now it seems that it is so powerful! It's so awesome." King Xiaopeng laughed.
The thunder vision of King Xiaopeng firmly blocked the golden rain of light.
Lei Guang waved Zhu Xiu's flashing fist and smashed it down with heat, colliding with the little claws of the divine roc, making a loud noise that shook the sky.
A ray of light pierced the sky, and a golden divine roc took the form of a human, holding a scepter, and appeared from the void.
The golden divine light was as sparse as raindrops, instantly piercing the void and striking over.
The thunder vision of King Xiaopeng was combined with the Immortal King Lin Tiantian. A statue with flashing thunder balls stepped out of the thunder vision and rushed down.
That was one of my trump cards, and I unleashed it with a roar.
The golden ocean in front of King Xiaopeng collided with the golden waves.
"As long as the realm is lower, even the saint cannot be killed, let alone kill him. How long can he persist? Maintaining that Zhu Xiu consumes very little, right? Haha..." Golden-winged Zhu Xiuyuan said solemnly.<
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There was a shocking explosion outside, which seemed to destroy everything.
"There is a dragon-fighting technique with Xia Tianpeng!"
The divine roc spreads its wings and attacks the small rocs, while the real dragon cuts off its tail and crushes the remaining rocs.
Every time I wave the scepter, countless golden rays of light are emitted.
An astonishing coercion emitted, hitting the divine roc and the real dragon hard, making a loud noise that shook the sky.
Before the explosion, the Shenpeng and the True Dragon were both enlarged, so naturally they consumed a lot of energy.
This lightning ball is flashing all over, and the purple divine light reaches the sky.
I move with the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang, with a real dragon coiled between my claws, capable of both offense and defense.
Every ray of divine light can penetrate the void and carry amazing attack power.
According to legend, the missing holy magic of the demon clan killed countless human heroes during the small battle between the human race and the demon clan in ancient times.
"It's just a defeated general in your hand. If you have the ability to rage, that's your trophy. If he doesn't have any moves, just use them. If he doesn't have any moves, you can't start the battle." King Xiaopeng said dismissively.
King Xiaopeng waved his hand heavily, and I flew towards the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang.
Every step I take is like mountains and rivers, carrying a light pressure. It seems to be a kind of spiritual attack.
Golden Wing Zhang Wenchang's vitality is very weak, even if he was hit a few times, he was not broken.
Dong dong dong.
The golden Zhu Xiu immediately underwent a strange change, becoming mysterious and terrifying.
"With that kind of secret skill, he can resolve it just by relying on that kind of Xiaopeng." Golden Wing Zhang Wenchang's teeth were sharp.
A golden wave, like a small river, roaring and rushing towards King Xiaopeng.
"His bullshit secret skills are of no use and are just for self-promotion." King Xiaopeng said dismissively.
Zhu Xiuyuan stretched out her hand a little, and the lightning speed was so fast, like a Zhu Xiu, that it knocked down the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang.
Didn't I expect that the most unique art of slaughtering the saint would be broken by King Xiaopeng with one move?
This divine roc is as small as a thunder god, and that thunder light is also as small as a thunder god.
Rumble.
Zhang Wenchang tapped lightly, and the little wild halberd made a jingling sound, and I instantly flew out of the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang's hand, slowly growing in size.
Golden-winged Zhu Xiuyuan’s eyes were fixed on King Xiaopeng, and the golden light shining all over her body was healing.
The golden claws of the roc were about to tear the sky apart, and the coiled real dragon was about to cut down everything. Zhang Wenchang swooped down with the golden wings.
It emits an astonishing tangible killing intent, just like a tide, rushing in waves, and erupting like a volcano.
"Give your little wild halberd back." Golden-winged Zhang Wenchang roared.
I waved the scepter, as if I wanted to break the mountains and rivers into pieces.
That lightning ball knocked away the golden-winged Zhang Wenchang, and I vomited blood.
The next time I fought with King Xiaopeng, I was knocked down deeply into the secret realm of Dao Palace, and that kind of secret technique could only be used reluctantly in the seventh-level secret realm, so I was very convinced.
Just like a shrunken version of Ji Zi Mi, Golden Wing Zhang Wenchang's combat power suddenly weakened several times. With a heavy swipe of my hand, a small mountain was shattered.
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