Chapter 470

Here, there are all the heroes of the younger generation, all of them stood up, looking forward to this battle.

King Jin-winged Peng is like a demon god, making many people in the younger generation fearful, few people dare to fight him, and now he is going to confront the Holy Body of Doomsday.

The end of Ye Fan's "there is not much life" is approaching, but his power is still flourishing.

Now, he will fight against the Golden Winged Peng King, and most likely it will be the last battle, just in time for a successful conclusion. Whether winning or losing, it will be the final battle.

"This birdman is so arrogant, he really should have cramped and cut his bones!" The Black Emperor bared his teeth.

"You dog, I won't let you go!" King Jin-winged Peng swept his eyes coldly.

"I hope your means can be as strong as you said." Ye Fan had an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I will personally cut your life and destroy your soul." King Jin-winged Peng's eyes were full of aggression.

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

'...Please come and watch the battle! "Golden Wing Peng Wang Senran smiled and transmitted his voice to the saints and saints present.

"How can you miss such a world-shattering battle, I will go there." The Holy Son of Yaoguang nodded.

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

Zhao laughed and said, "I can't wait!"

"Let's go then, today I will end the life of the Eucharist and donate his holy blood to everyone to taste!" The Golden Winged Peng King fluttered wildly with demonic and murderous intent.

'...Then fight! "Ye Fan only has these four words, and he will rise up first, like a god, flying to the outside of the Eight Hundred Gods Island.

Such a group of people are all young descendants of the Supreme Sect. There are many saints and saints. It is impossible not to attract attention. Many people look at them, and they even attract the attention of some older people.

Their speed was very fast, and they flew out of the Eight Hundred Gods Island in a short time and rushed to a lush mountain range in the distance.

At this time, it was noon, and the scorching sun was like a furnace, casting a scorching light in the sky, and the poisonous beam scorched the earth.

They were more than 500 miles away from the Wind Clan Divine Island, and then they stopped. The endless mountains below stood, the valleys were numerous, and the valleys were ups and downs. It was a very primitive area.

The sky was filled with cultivators, all staring at the two people in the field. This was the focus of the battle. The two top young masters had a conflict long ago, and it didn't explode until today.

King Jin-Wing Peng has long been famous among the younger generation. He is a wild and incomparable demon genius. Everyone knows his strength.

It was only in the past year that Ye Fan became famous in the world [Zhitian]. He was not known before and could be said to be a powerful figure who suddenly rose to the sky, but he was extremely powerful.

Since he was born, all the things he has experienced and done have had a great impact, and the younger generation has a tendency to catch up.

The sun fell, and the golden-winged Peng King's body was cast like gold, shimmering with brilliant brilliance, and the golden silk was very bright, making people unable to open their eyes.

His eyes are fierce and wild like two bolts of lightning shot out of hell, penetrating into the soul of the person, devouring the person's mind, killing intent like the sea.

There was a golden holy sword in his hand, huge and unparalleled, with a length of several tens of meters. It sagged downward, and was about to touch the peak of a great mountain below. The murderous aura that swept out caused the mountains to fly and wither.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly, standing in the void, black Qingwu, with clear eyes, motionless, and looked at the opponent calmly and calmly.

Invisible killing intent stirred between the two, and before the war started, it was like falling into an ice cellar, both body and mind were cold, and the powerful fighting intent and terrifying murderous aura permeated.

‘…Crack! "

Below, a big mountain could not bear it, the top of the mountain was cracked, and it was oppressed by the terrifying killing thought. Several large cracks appeared, and the scene was terrifying.

"boom!"

On the second mountain peak, dozens of Wanjun boulders cracked, and then the mountain top collapsed, the rocks pierced through the air, smoke and dust were everywhere, and it was dizzy.

This is due to the powerful killing intent. If someone enters the arena, they will definitely be crushed into flesh. This is the confrontation of the killing intent.

In the endless mountain, many beasts were frightened and fled to the four directions, in chaos, and many beasts squatted on the ground in fright, trembling unceasingly.

‘… fluttering’

Many birds soared into the sky, wanting to leave this terrifying place, but as soon as they rushed into the air, they suddenly collapsed and became blood flowers one after another.

The body and spirit were destroyed on the spot, nothing was left, only the blood mist swirled around them, killing intent like a knife, slaying all visible life, but whoever entered was destroyed.

'...These two people are so terrifying, the fighting spirit has reached this level, although they have never made a shot, but it is better than a shot! "

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

At this moment, King Golden Wing Peng moved, and he let out a clear roar, the mountains shook in great turmoil, the remnant leaves withered, and the endless mountain range was filled with a chilling air.

‘…One hundred and eight thousand swords! "

The Golden Wing Peng King came up and exhibited a unique skill. His whole body was full of golden light, bursting with dazzling brilliance, and thousands of terrifying golden sword lights shot out.

Murderous lingering clouds made the heaven and earth tremble, and the infinite holy swords slashed out together, smashing the void, and the pillars of heaven and earth seemed to collapse, destroying the dead.

"boom!"

No more, no less, a total of 180,000 holy swords, each with a length of 100 zhang, towering in the void, and then slashing down.

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

This is the innate supreme magic of the Tianpeng clan. Even in the face of thousands of troops, it can be swept away and attacked and killed indiscriminately!

Not to mention that they are all attacking one person at this time. This kind of power is unimaginable. If the end of the world comes, the world will collapse.

One hundred and eighty thousand holy inscriptions, the sword glow that was swallowed turned into an ocean, devoured everything, swept everything, and possessed billions of divine might!

"boom,

Every sword beam is as terrifying as a flood, making the people watching the battle from afar get cold from head to toe. King Jin-winged Peng is so powerful, how can he fight?

He alone is enough to be worth thousands of horses. How many of the younger generation of this shocking power will take over? Even if it is a saint child, most of the characters must drink hatred!

Ye Fan's heart is awe-inspiring. In the past, he had fought the supreme magic of 108,000 swords. At that time, he defended it with the cauldron of the mother energy of all things to get rid of the terrifying black fire in the Vulcan furnace. Otherwise, it would be difficult to decipher it at that time. .

Now, he faces it again, but he has lost the Mother Qi Cauldron of Everything and the Lihuoshen Furnace, and he can only fight on his own!

"boom!"

In his sea of ​​​​wheels, lightning flashes and thunder, and the endless golden ocean rushed out to drown him, blocking the sword sea from the outside world!

"Crack!"

There is the initial breath of heaven and earth in the air, and above the golden sea of ​​bitterness, there are endless thunder and lightning dances, shrouding Ye Fan, as if he is opening up the world.

He stood with the green lotus in his arms, his robe fluttering and calmly facing the 108,000 holy swords, he blocked this supreme divine technique that could kill the holy son with his body.

"Ah..." King Jin-winged Peng roared, his head full of golden threads seemed to be on fire, waving his monstrous mana, towards Chilling.

His eyes were like a heavenly sword, shooting through the void. Like a demon god, he was unstoppable. He held the only holy sword that was condensed from the holy blood of the Tianpeng tribe, known as immortality!

"Ye Fan, I want to kill your soul!"

Peng Xiao was in the sky, he held the holy sword and slashed down, his blood surged into the sky and roared the rivers and mountains, and the endless mountains were shaking.

"锵", "锵", "锵..."

One hundred and eighty thousand swords slashed into the golden sea of ​​bitterness, turned into golden Tianpeng, tore apart the world, and slaughtered Ye Fan. This was a supreme offensive.

Everyone was stunned, Jin-winged Peng Wang really has the ability to disdain the younger generation, and even used the holy sword to break into the vision of the Holy Body. What kind of sharp and powerful attack is this? !

One hundred and eighty thousand Tianpeng, covering the sky and covering the earth, are all cast like gold, all of them are ferocious, unparalleled in martial arts, spreading their wings and smashing the sky and the earth, and smashing the void with their claws.

With a powerful and unparalleled offensive, the Shenpeng roared across the golden sea of ​​bitterness, with a roar of Peng, about to collapse this dome of the sky, and the hearts of the terrified people were broken.

If other people are bound to die, being attacked by so many golden gods, they will not be able to recover at all, but Ye Fan is different, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to kill you to the point of despair!"

He stood with the green lotus in his arms, the whole body was shrouded in electric light, the golden blood rushed to the sky, and there was a loud bang, he closed the sky with the golden sea of ​​bitterness.

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

The green lotus is like a green haze, misty in Ye Fan's hands, and green shadows are drawn, but they are extremely terrifying, killing all living beings.

Ye Fan's movements were too fast, he shot ruthlessly, Qinglian was as sharp as a knife, and he cut one Tianpeng open, blood splashed, he didn't stop, and rushed to the next one.

"Pfft", "Pfft..."

He held the green lotus and kept slashing, Tianpeng's head fell continuously, and Tianpeng's huge corpses fell into the sky one by one.

This is the real blood, which was used by the Golden Wing Peng Wang Yunsheng's holy sword blood sacrifice, and turned it into an indestructible 108,000 swords, but at this moment, Ye Fan kept beheading it.

"The sea of ​​bitterness of the Eucharist is golden, which is very different from ours, and can be transformed into an invincible defense vision..." Many people in the distance were surprised.

"Ah...,..." King Jin-winged Peng roared, his majestic body smashed into the sky, and the golden air waves soared into the sky, like the resurrection of a demon saint!

He waved the body of the golden holy sword in his hand, and launched the most violent offensive. The Tianpeng who were caught in the golden sea of ​​misery all screamed, burned, and turned into endless killing!

However, in the vision of the golden sea of ​​bitterness, Ye Fan was like an absolute ruler, with thunder and lightning around him, as if he was opening up the world.

He can't be shaken, all the golden Tianpeng are difficult to approach, and he is constantly beheading them, hitting a corpse, a blood fog.

It can be clearly seen that one after another Shenpeng corpses fell, fell into the golden sea of ​​bitterness, and were continuously beheaded.

"Okay, this is the holy sword raised by bird people with blood essence. Although it claims to be immortal, being cut off like this will hurt his vitality!" the big black dog yelled.

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

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, like Shura's resurrection, black dance, holding a blood-dropping green lotus, merciless slaughter, a whole 180,000 Tianpeng were beheaded by him.

"boom!"

In the last shock, the golden sea of ​​bitterness surged, Ye Fan stood holding a green lotus, his clothes were not stained with blood, and he was calm and unwavering, like a deity with flowers, and shouted: "What else do you have, even if you use it, I will kill it today! "

Far in the sky, everyone was shocked. One hundred and eighty thousand swords could kill the Holy Son, but they were all cut off by Ye Fan, and the blood of Tianpeng was evaporated!

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

Fenghuang was very surprised, and did not expect that Ye Fan's method was against the sky [Xian Ni], and he broke 108,000 swords like this.

The Zifu Holy Son and Zhao's faces were a little stiff, and they were shocked when they asked themselves that they couldn't kill 18,000 Shenpeng like this.

The golden-winged Peng Wang's silk is messy, his eyes are like a knife, his bloodthirsty and wildness are fully displayed, and he said coldly: "I have my own means to destroy you!"

The second chapter is over, and the third chapter is written.