Four hundred and seventieth chapters flying immortals
Chapter 474: Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky
In a life-and-death showdown, the pinnacle battle of the younger generation, Ye Fan chopped the Golden Winged Peng King alive!
Blood spurted out, his whole body was soaked in Peng's blood, and he stood in the void. Even his hair was stained with blood. He was like a blood-soaked Shura, which was intimidating.
The Golden Winged Peng King's body was torn in half, and all his internal organs were leaked out. It was very bloody and was completely destroyed.
Everyone changed their colors. The arrogant Golden Winged Peng King unexpectedly met such a tragic end. It was so tragic!
He was originally a top figure of the younger generation. He was born as a young man with a majestic and domineering personality. He traveled across the Eastern Wilderness for ten years and was invincible among his peers. However, in the end he became so miserable.
Fenghuang Rushui's eyes were full of shock. She could hardly believe all this. The unruly Golden-winged Little Peng King was defeated so completely.
Zhao Fa's face froze, and he was shocked in his heart. Both the Golden Winged Peng King and Ye Fan were both using their methods to defy heaven. Such a duel gave him chills.
On the other side, Yao Xi's expression was extremely complicated. Such a holy body made her uncomfortable. It was so powerful, beyond her expectation. She had a "handle" in the opponent's hands, and she always wanted to get it back but couldn't.
Although the faces of the Holy Son of Purple Mansion, the Holy Son of Wanchu, and the Holy Maiden of Yaochi are uncertain, it is difficult to say whether they are calm in their hearts.
Ye Fan chopped the Golden-winged Little Peng King alive, with blood all over his body. He himself was also seriously injured. The Heavenly Demon Slaying Holy Technique was unparalleled in the world. It was an immortal holy art, leaving many horrific wounds on his body.
The two men fought for nearly 5,000 rounds before the winner was determined. This was the most difficult battle he had ever encountered since he was born, and he almost died here.
If he hadn't realized some of his "Tao" at the critical moment and perfectly evolved it with the holy method of fighting, he would really have ended up in despair.
"Kill me! Ah..." The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King yelled, despairing. His powerful body was crippled by Ye Fan. This was a fatal blow.
At this time, only one of his heads was still intact, and his body was completely torn in half by Ye Fan.
Ye Fan made no movement and was silent. He felt a pair of cold eyes staring at him, with murderous intent penetrating into his bones.
This is a terrifying thought. Those eyes seem to be able to pierce through nothingness. A single thought can make rivers of blood flow on the earth and mountains of corpses turn into mountains!
It was like a peerless god came to the world, standing in the clouds, looking down at the vast land, staring at Ye Fan coldly, filled with murderous intent.
He couldn't see that person, but he knew that it must be King Lao Peng, whose evil reputation was spread throughout the world and feared by all the great saints!
Ye Fan felt the aura of the supreme avenue of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Holy Technique, which was many times more terrifying than the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King. A single thought was enough to turn millions of creatures on the earth into corpses!
The old Peng King is rampant in the world, causing all the saints to retreat. He is a peerless hero of a generation, looking down upon the Eastern Wilderness, and it is difficult to find an opponent!
Now that he has obtained the Heavenly Demon Slayer Holy Technique, it is difficult for outsiders to predict how powerful it is.
"Give me a pleasure and kill me. I will have no regrets if I die by your hands like this!" The Golden Winged Peng King roared.
Ye Fan really hates him very much. Every time they meet, this arrogant birdman provokes him and repeatedly tries to suppress him. This battle has been doomed a long time ago.
However, seeing him despairing and looking so strong, Ye Fan suddenly felt that this hateful birdman was somewhat straightforward.
In a sense, the Golden Winged Peng King is much more pleasing to the eye than the scheming Hua Yunfei, and he is also much more straightforward than the Yaoguang Holy Son with unclear motives.
Hua Yunfei, Yao Xi, all the saints... no matter whether these people are good or bad, they will not be so obvious. Only the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King dares to face him head-on whether life or death.
"puff"
Ye Fan finally moved, and cut his right hand across, cutting off the head of the Golden Winged Peng King, and holding it in his hand, the torn corpse gushed out with blood and fell into the sky.
Everyone was in an uproar. Ye Fan finally destroyed the Golden-winged Little Peng King. His true form of Tianpeng was destroyed, and all his cultivation was gone. From now on, there will be no Little Peng King in the world!
"The beauty of heaven and the king of a generation have just become a thing of the past."
"It's a shame that Feiyang Lintian could have become the supreme demon lord, but he ended up like this..."
No one was shocked that the famous Golden Winged Peng King came to a sad end like this.
Everyone said that he might be able to embark on the path of becoming a great emperor, and he certainly did not disappoint. He was able to defeat the heroes of the older generations by going retrograde and defeating immortals.
It's a pity that he met the Doomsday Holy Body, a figure worthy of competing with the Young Emperor, and he ended up in despair.
"Kill me and give me a good time!" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King roared with his spiritual thoughts, and tears rolled down his eyes.
Everyone was greatly moved. This rebellious young king actually shed tears. One can imagine his despairing mood at this time.
Everyone felt awe in their hearts. The threat of the Holy Body was too great. Looking across the Eastern Wasteland, there were probably only a handful of people in the younger generation who could compete with him.
The only thing that made them happy was that Ye Fan only had half a month left to live. If he wanted to survive, he could only cultivate himself.
However, many people still have doubts in their hearts. Is such a powerful person really a dying person? They murmured in their hearts.
However, Ye Fan's origin was injured by Dao Dao. Everyone knew that even the peerless God King sacrificed his life to save him to no avail. They did not believe that Ye Fan could repair it by himself.
Because all the saints have already said that the Holy Body has reached a dead end and cannot be restored unless a shocking miracle occurs.
"I didn't want to kill Brother Peng, but he forced me to take action. Please ask Senior to treat him." Ye Fan sent a message into the void.
He felt a deadly murderous intention, as if a god was looking down on him, and would send down divine punishment at any time and strike him with a thunderous blow!
However, Ye Fan was not afraid. He secretly transmitted the message to the Black Emperor and deployed the formation pattern of the Void Emperor. At worst, he would take the head and leave the Eastern Wasteland and never come back.
However, he was a little unwilling to do so. The Nine Secrets were scattered all over the Eastern Wasteland, and one of them was in the Holy Cliff. He really didn't want to leave the Eastern Wasteland now.
In the void, a figure walks step by step, and the heaven and earth are pulsating with him. This is the rhythm of the great road!
Everyone was shocked. This was an incredible existence. The figure solidified from the fuzzy path and walked towards it like a god.
The world-famous Old Peng King appeared. After practicing the Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique, his charm made all the Saint Lords even more frightened.
He is tall and tall, wearing a golden Taoist robe, with an expressionless face, long golden hair, and his eyes are like two sharp swords. He is integrated with the heaven and the earth.
As soon as the Peerless Demon King appeared, other big figures also appeared one after another. On the birthday of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan, many Holy Lord-level figures came.
Everyone looked at the field, paying attention to the development of the situation. The silence suddenly reached the extreme, and the sound of falling flowers could be heard in the endless mountains.
"puff"
King Lao Peng took action and pointed out with a finger. King Xiao Peng's torn body suddenly collapsed and turned into blood mist. Everyone was shocked, what did he mean? Destroying his grandson's body is equivalent to complete death.
hope!
"brush"
King Lao Peng waved, and the head in Ye Fan's hand flew over and landed in his big hand.
"Do you know why we lost?" He looked calm.
"I..." The Golden Winged Peng King roared in pain, his eyes filled with blood.
"That's all, I'll send you on your way in person. I spoiled you too much in the past and wasted your talent." Old Peng Wang spoke calmly, his eyes were extremely deep, and he raised his hand and nodded towards his head.
"Brother Peng, don't do this!" The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan was surprised and raised his hand to stop him.
Next to them, other people were even more shocked. Everyone knew that King Lao Peng was extremely domineering and protective of his shortcomings. He doted on his magnificent grandson, but he never thought that he would kill him with his own hands.
The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was stirred by the intention to kill, and he came to his senses. He felt as if he was enlightened and quickly became peaceful. His eyes were a little dim and he didn't say a word.
"Do you understand?" King Lao Peng's finger spit out golden light, and if he poked it forward, his head would be split into pieces.
"I understand." The Golden Winged Peng King spoke calmly, ignoring the danger of life and death.
"You finally didn't disappoint me completely." King Lao Peng raised his head, his golden Taoist robes fluttered, and he strode away.
Ye Fan was shocked, this old Peng King is really not simple, no wonder he can dominate the world.
"Brother Peng, please stay. I have the holy medicine for healing here." The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan said. He couldn't ignore such a thing on his birthday.
"No need." Lao Peng Wang did not look back, and disappeared step by step, and was about to lose his trace.
"If you cannot pass the nine levels set by our saints, you will never be born again." These were the last words he left.
"Does King Lao Peng want his grandson's life? The nine levels set by the ancient saints can only be passed by less than two hands in hundreds of thousands of years!"
"King Xiaopeng has been crippled. What does he mean by doing this? Is it to let him rebuild his life?"
The monks present, both the older generation and the younger generation, were all astonished.
"The Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique is indeed terrifying, but it only shows the four moves, and that's it. I really don't know how terrifying the next five moves will be..."
Everyone's heart was trembling. The ancient saint lay lying on his body and the ground was stained with blood. Those scenes seemed to be still emerging in front of their eyes, and it was difficult for everyone to calm down.
People couldn't help but look at Ye Fan. He actually cracked the first four moves of the Heavenly Demon Holy Technique. Although he was on the verge of death, he succeeded after all. I really don't know how he did it. People tried hard to recall but found that kind of holy magic.
Technique cannot be understood.
Everyone was awestruck, secretly surprised by Ye Fan's methods. If he could survive, his future would be limitless, and he would now be able to dazzle the younger generation.
Although he is about to die, his power is even stronger. The light cannot shine, and the body of the God King cannot be revealed. Who can compete with him? This is definitely the most realistic portrayal of him at this moment!
The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan nodded to him, raised his hand and threw a bottle of healing elixir, turned and left, and other Holy Lord-level figures also disappeared.
The cold mountain wind blew, thousands of trees swayed, and leaves fell. After the war, the endless mountains were devastated, and there was a kind of autumn chill.
The younger generation, whether they are saints or saints, all have chills in their hearts. The combat power of the Holy Body makes everyone extremely fearful.
"Bo!"
Suddenly, a cold light suddenly appeared, with murderous intent!
A faint shadow suddenly appeared next to Ye Fan, and the iron sword flew across the sky and pierced Ye Fan's chest. It was too fast and sudden.
Everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and many people asked themselves, if it were them, they would never be able to escape, and they would definitely die.
"when!"
Ye Fan didn't have time to react, and his golden fist hit the blade of the sword, but a terrible wound was still stabbed in his chest, and golden blood flowed.
"Zheng!"
A sword shone coldly on the earth, and another figure flew towards me, dressed in white, like a flying fairy from the sky!
It was so fast that no one could react. A woman in white merged with the sword and rushed forward, the sword pointed directly at Ye Fan's head.
It was inevitable, everything was so sudden and fast, it appeared out of thin air!