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Chapter 470 Peng's blood stains the sea of ??gold

Chapter 470 Peng’s blood stains the golden sea

This place is full of heroes of the younger generation. Everyone stood up and looked forward to this battle in their hearts.

The Golden Winged Peng King is like a demon god, making many people of the younger generation fearful. Few people dare to fight with him, and now he is going to fight against the Holy Body of Doom.

Ye Fan "didn't have long to live", and the end was approaching, but his power was still strong. If he died just because of the injury of the great road, it would be a bit dull.

Now, he will have a big battle with the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King. It will probably be the last battle. It can end successfully. Regardless of victory or defeat, it will be the final battle.

"This birdman is so arrogant, he should have his bones cut open!" the Black Emperor bared his teeth.

"You dog, I won't let you go!" The Golden-Winged Peng King glanced at him with cold eyes.

"I hope your methods are as strong as you said." Ye Fan had a cold smile on his lips.

"Don't worry, I will personally cut off your life and destroy your soul." The eyes of the Golden Winged Peng King were full of aggression.

Ye Fan stared at him and said nothing more. Now there is only one battle.

"Friends, please go and watch the battle!" King Jin-winged Peng said with a serious smile, and sent a message to all the saints and saints present.

"How can you miss such a shocking battle? We will definitely go there." Holy Son Yaoguang nodded.

Fenghuang also smiled lightly, walked over gracefully and said: "Looking forward to this battle!"

Zhao Fa laughed loudly and said, "I can't wait any longer!"

"Then let's go. Today I will end the life of the Holy Body and offer his holy blood to you to taste!" The Golden Winged Peng King's hair flew wildly, revealing his demonic nature and murderous intent.

"Then let's fight!" Ye Fan only had these four words, and he jumped into the air first, like a god, flying to the outside of the Eight Hundred God Island.

Such a group of people are all young successors of the Supreme Religion, including saints and saints. It is impossible not to attract attention. Many people are looking at them, and they have even attracted the attention of some older people.

Their speed was very fast, and they flew out of the Eight Hundred God Island in a short time, rushing towards a lush mountain range in the distance. It was impossible for them to fight in the heart of the Wind Clan.

At this time, it was already noon, and the scorching sun was like a furnace, casting scorching light in the sky, and the vicious beams were scorching the earth.

They were more than five hundred miles away from the Wind Clan Divine Island, and then they stopped. Below, endless mountains towered, with numerous valleys and undulating ravines. It was a very primitive area.

The sky was filled with monks, all staring at the two people in the field. This was the focus of a battle. The two top young masters had had a conflict for a long time, and it only broke out today.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King has long been famous among the younger generation. He is an extremely wild demon clan wizard. Everyone knows how powerful he is. Wherever the Great Desolate Halberd is headed, heroes dare not attack him.

Ye Fan has only become famous in the world in the past year. He was not well known earlier. It can be said that he is a powerful figure who suddenly rose to the sky, but he is extremely powerful.

Since he was born, everything he has experienced and everything he has done has had a great impact. He has the tendency to catch up from behind, and everyone in the younger generation knows this.

The sun was shining down, and the Golden Winged Peng King's body was as if it were made of gold, shining with brilliant light. His golden hair was so bright that it made people unable to open their eyes.

His eyes were sinister and wild, like two bolts of lightning shooting out of hell, piercing into people's souls, devouring their hearts, and murderous intent like the sea.

A golden holy sword appeared in his hand. It was huge, tens of feet long, hanging down, almost touching the peak of a big mountain below. The murderous aura it breathed out caused the leaves in the mountains to fly and wither.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly, standing in the void, his black hair dancing lightly, his eyes clear, motionless, looking at his opponent calmly and calmly.

Intangible thoughts of murder surged between the two of them. Before the fight even started, it was already as if they were falling into an ice cellar, their body and mind were cold. A strong will to fight and a terrifying murderous aura filled the air.

"Crack!"

Below, a large mountain could not bear it. The top of the mountain was cracked. Due to the pressure of the terrible murderous thoughts, several large cracks appeared. The scene was terrifying.

"boom!"

On the second mountain peak, dozens of huge boulders cracked, and then the top of the mountain collapsed. The rocks were pierced through the sky, and smoke and dust were everywhere, making it dark.

This is caused by the powerful murderous intention. If anyone enters the scene, they will be crushed into a pulp. This is the confrontation of the murderous intention. It is the most terrifying, and they will be destroyed physically and mentally at every turn.

In the endless mountains, many beasts were frightened and fled in all directions. There was chaos, and many beasts prostrate themselves on the ground in fright, trembling.

"Pulling"

Many birds soared into the sky, wanting to leave this terrible place, but as soon as they soared into the sky, they suddenly collapsed and turned into bloody flowers one after another.

Both body and soul were destroyed on the spot, with nothing left. Only the blood mist surrounded both sides, and the murderous intent was like a knife, cutting off all tangible life, and anyone who entered would be destroyed.

"These two people are so terrifying. Their fighting spirit has reached this level. Although they have not taken action, it is better than taking action!"

"There are really not many people in the younger generation who can compete with them..."

At this moment, the Golden Winged Peng King moved, and he let out a clear roar. The mountains were in great turmoil, thousands of trees shook, the remaining leaves withered, and the endless mountains were filled with a chilling atmosphere.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King showed off a unique skill when he came up. His whole body was filled with golden light, blooming with dazzling brilliance, and thousands of terrifying golden sword lights shot out.

The murderous aura soared into the clouds, causing the heaven and earth to tremble. The infinite holy swords were slashed out together, cutting into pieces the void. The pillars of heaven and earth seemed to have collapsed, and they were devastated.

"boom!"

No more, no less, a total of one hundred and eight thousand holy swords, each one hundred feet long, standing in the sky, and then slashed down.

This is no longer a sword light, it has turned into a sea of ​​holy swords. The golden terrifying storm submerged everything, sweeping forward and destroying all obstacles.

This is the innate and supreme magical skill of the Tianpeng tribe, which can defeat thousands of troops and attack without distinction!

Not to mention hitting one person at this time, this kind of power is unimaginable, like the end of the world coming and the world collapsing.

One hundred and eight thousand holy swords, the sword light they spit out turned into an ocean, swallowing everything, sweeping everything, possessing billions of powerful powers!

"boom"

Every ray of sword light was like a flood, so frightening that the people watching the battle from afar were chilled from head to toe. How could the Golden Winged Peng King fight if he was so powerful?

He alone is worthy of thousands of troops. How many of the younger generation can take on this astonishing power? Even those who are at the level of a saint will probably be hated!

Ye Fan's heart was awe-inspiring. In the past, he had fought against the supreme divine art of One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords. At that time, he used the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things to defend him, and used the terrifying black fire in the Lihuo God's Furnace to extinguish it. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to do so at that time.

Crack.

Now, he faced it again, but he lost the Mother Qi Cauldron and Lihuo Divine Furnace, and could only fight on his own!

"boom!"

In his wheel sea, there was lightning and thunder, and the endless golden ocean rushed out, drowning him and blocking the sea of ​​swords from the outside world!

"Click!"

There was the initial breath of heaven and earth filling the air, and above the golden sea of ​​suffering, there was endless thunder and lightning dancing, shrouding Ye Fan as if he was creating the world.

He stood with a green lotus in hand, his clothes fluttering, and he calmly faced the hundred and eight thousand holy swords, using his body to block this supreme magic that could kill the Holy Son.

"Ah..." The Golden Winged Peng King roared, his golden hair seemed to be on fire, and he charged forward with monstrous magic power.

His eyes are like a heavenly sword, piercing the void. He is as brave as a demon god, holding the only holy sword in his hand. It is condensed from the holy blood of the Tianpeng tribe, and is known as immortal!

"Ye Fan, I'm going to kill your soul!"

Roaring in the sky, he wielded the holy sword and struck down. His energy and blood surged into the sky, roaring to shake the rivers and mountains, and the infinite mountains were shaking.

"Qiang", "Qiang", "Qiang"...

One hundred and eight thousand swords cut into the golden sea of ​​suffering, turned into golden celestial beings, tore apart the world, and rushed towards Ye Fan. This was a supreme offensive.

Everyone was stunned. The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King indeed had a skill that was superior to the younger generation. He actually attacked the holy body vision with the holy sword. What a sharp and powerful attack it was?!

One hundred and eighty thousand Tianpeng, covering the sky and the earth, are as if they were made of gold. Each one is ferocious, with unparalleled power, spreading its wings to split the heaven and earth, and swinging its claws to shatter the void.

An extremely powerful offensive, the divine roc is crossing the golden sea of ​​suffering, and the roar of the roc is about to collapse the sky, shocking the hearts of the people.

If the others were certain to die, they would be unable to recover after being attacked by so many golden dragons. However, Ye Fan was different, with a sneer on his face.

"I will kill you to the point of despair!"

He stood up holding a green lotus, his whole body was shrouded in electric light, golden blood rushed into the sky, and with a loud bang, he sealed the sky with a golden sea of ​​bitterness.

Then, Ye Fan moved like lightning, holding Qinglian, killing the endless golden Tianpeng!

The green lotus is like a green haze, which is blurred in Ye Fan's hands, drawing green shadows, but it is extremely terrifying, killing all living things.

Ye Fan's movements were too fast, he struck mercilessly, Qing Lian was as sharp as a knife, and cut open a Tianpeng, blood spurted out, and he rushed to the next one without stopping.

"Puff", "puff"...

He held the green lotus in his hand and kept slashing. Tianpeng's head fell continuously, and Tianpeng's huge corpses fell from the sky one after another.

This is real blood, which was used in the blood sacrifice of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang Yunsheng's Holy Sword, and turned into a hundred and eight thousand immortal swords, but at this moment, it was continuously killed by Ye Fan.

"The sea of ​​suffering of the Holy Body is golden, which is very different from ours. It can be transformed into an invincible defensive phenomenon..." Many people in the distance were shocked.

"Ah..." The Golden-winged Little Peng King roared, his majestic body burst into the sky, and golden air waves all over his body soared into the sky, like a demon saint resurrected!

He waved the body of the golden holy sword in his hand and launched the most violent offensive. The Tianpeng trapped in the golden sea of ​​suffering all screamed and burned, turning into endless killing light!

However, in the vision of the golden sea of ​​suffering, Ye Fan seemed to be an absolute ruler, surrounded by thunder and lightning, as if he was opening up the world.

He was unshakable, and all the golden Tianpeng could not get close to him. He was constantly killing them, leaving corpses behind with each strike and blood mist with each strike.

It can be clearly seen that the corpses of the gods fall one after another, falling into the golden sea of ​​suffering, and being killed continuously.

"Okay, this is the holy sword raised by Birdman with his essence and blood. Although it is said to be immortal, if it is cut off like this, it will damage his vitality!" The big black dog yelled.

The golden sea of ​​suffering was dyed red with blood, and there were countless Tianpeng corpses floating in it, a tragic scene.

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, as if Shura was resurrected, his black hair was dancing wildly, holding a green lotus dripping with blood, and he was killing mercilessly, a hundred and eighty thousand Tianpeng were killed by him.

"boom!"

With the last shock, the golden sea of ​​suffering surged. Ye Fan stood holding a green lotus, his clothes not stained with blood, calm and unruffled, like a god holding flowers, and shouted: "What else do you have, just use it, I will kill them all today."

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In the distance, everyone was shocked. A hundred and eighty thousand swords came out to kill the Holy Son, but they were all killed by Ye Fan, and the essence and blood of Tianpeng was evaporated!

Although the Holy Son of Yaoguang looked calm, his heart was still a little shaken, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Fenghuang was very surprised. She did not expect that Ye Fan's extraordinary skills could break a hundred and eighty thousand swords like this.

The faces of the Holy Son of Purple Mansion and Zhao Fa were a little stiff. They asked themselves that they couldn't kill a hundred and eight thousand divine rocs like this, and their hearts were shaken.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's hair was messy, his eyes were as menacing as knives, bloodthirsty and wildness were fully displayed, and he said in a cold voice: "I have my own means to destroy you!"


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