Chapter 260 One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords
The sky is full of sharp golden swords, each of which is swallowing the sword and rushing to the sky. This is a frightening sea of swords, which is endless and killing.
A hundred and eight thousand swords!
In the distant sky, many people are stunned. Anyone trapped in this kind of sword forest will be scared.
"This bird man is so horrible. How did he refine so many swords?" Tu Fei felt that something was wrong.
Tsing Yi also changed his color and said, "It seems that the golden-winged Xiaopeng King can't remain detached. In the physical confrontation, he fell behind and sacrificed the Pengyu sword of his life."
"This is not the golden feathers shot casually. It is made from Shenpeng Lingyu. It is one of the most powerful killing skills of the Tianpeng clan!"
"Peng Yu Sword is something with the mark of racial inheritance. He is a descendant of the old Peng King. It's hard to estimate how lethal he is!"
Many demon monks are talking in a low voice, feeling that Ye Fan is in a bad situation and in danger.
"What's the big deal, roast a bird, burn out a fire, let's see how arrogant he is!" The big black dog is muttering.
"This crazy bird man is so terrible that I think it's more disturbing than shaking the Son of Light!" Tu Fei said to himself.
"Fortunately, his cultivation suppressed the two heavens of the Taoist palace, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." Yan Ruyu's face was quiet and said, "Once the Pengyu sword is completed, one hundred and eight thousand Shenpeng feathers will come out together, which can be chaotic."
"It's really surprising that he sacrificed his own Pengyu sword at this age."
In the sky, the golden-winged Xiaopeng King stood with his hands in his hands. His eyes were very sharp, like the sheath of the sword of the sky, and the light emitted made people palpitate.
"Thousands of feathers and thousands of swords, kill!" He shouted loudly, and more than a thousand golden swords standing high in the sky were splitting towards the same goal.
Thousands of swords hit, split the heavens and the earth, and drowned Ye Fan below. This is a trembling offensive. Thousands of swords come out and cut high in the sky.
"chi", "chi", "chi"...
Dazzling light, each channel has a thick bucket, sharp, like dragons rushing over, indestructible, as if it can pierce the sky!
"Dang", "Dang", "Dang"...
Ye Fan raised his hand and raised his feet, all of which were holy methods of fighting. He smashed the swords one by one and hung it above his head from the Vulcan furnace. He killed the golden-winged Xiaopeng King.
This is a very thrilling scene, a thousand feathers and a thousand swords, chopping the world, the power is amazing.
In the distant sky, the spectators felt that their backs were cold and cold. They all felt the thrilling murderous intention so far away. The swords were as thick as buckets, and the killing was endless, making people fall into an ice cellar.
It's still like this off the field, not to mention being in the sword forest. It's hard to imagine how powerful the murderous intention Ye Fan is.
One hundred and eight thousand swords across the sky, and each golden sword has a horrible murderous intention, converging together to form a frightening and destructive atmosphere.
"dang", "dang"......
Ye Fan opened and closed, like a god of war, bathed in the glory all over his body, and the sky was trembling. He fought all the way. Although there were thousands of swords cutting, he could not stop him at all.
The swords and light all over the sky have been beaten by him. This is the supreme power of the ancient holy body, which is stronger than the divine soldier's blade. Whatever is broken.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng king stood still and stood in the sword forest, with endless murderous intentions in his eyes. He shouted, "Three thousand swords, chaos in the void!"
"The power of power..."
The swords are singing together, and 3,000 golden swords are fired at the same time. The swords are intertwined, forming a terrible net, dense and dense.
Such a powerful offensive, even Ye Fan's ancient body, felt the pain of fragmentation.
Three thousand swords came out together, splitting the sky, and the sword spirit soared to the sky, cutting him upside down.
"Wow..."
The sword light is like a rainbow, running through the heavens and the earth, one after another, endless, dazzling in the sky.
"Boom"
Ye Fan struggled to smash thousands of swords, and then began to urge the Vulcan furnace.
The stove was quickly enlarged above its head, and the colorful stove cover rattled loudly, flying into the sky, and a large black flame rushed out of the black hole in the mouth of the furnace.
"The power of power"
Thousands of swords were split and suddenly covered by black flames. The hot temperature was frightening, and 1,300 golden swords were melted on the spot.
The golden light flashed in the sky, and in the black flame, the gold slowly faded, and more than a thousand Pengyu swords were destroyed and burned to ashes.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang's blonde hair stood upside down, dancing wildly, his eyes were cold, and more than a thousand swords were destroyed, which made him very painful and couldn't help roaring.
"What kind of fire is that? How can it be so horrible?"
"Peng Yu's sword is unstoppable. He actually burned more than a thousand swords with a fire, which is really surprising."
"Is it the kind of flame that burned the elder of the Ji family? No, it's not that kind of colorful flame."
The people who watch the battle will not change color. The temperature of this kind of flame is hot, and it is palpitating to be so far away. If it is covered, the consequences will be unimaginable.
The fire god furnace is crystal shining, blooming five-color glazed light, hanging above Ye Fan's head, the flame is soaring, burning, and the black fire distorts the void.
Surrounded by such flames, his body flashed, and his fighting spirit was high. He stepped in the void and pushed forward.
Golden-winged Xiaopeng looked indifferent and shouted, "Pengyu regenerates!"
His whole body was like gold, and he rushed out of the divine light. The golden sword was replenished, and it became one hundred and eight thousand swords.
The powerful murderous intent condensed together to form a desperate sword forest. Every big sword is ringing, and the sword moves the sky!
"He actually realized the killing skill of the Tianpeng clan into this situation, to the realm of Pengyu's rebirth and immortality of the sword!"
"A hundred and eighty thousand swords, if the sword is not extinguished, the divine sword will not be extinguished, unless all the swords are destroyed in one breath!"
In the distance, there is no one who does not change color. Such an immortal sword, any enemy will have a headache, live endlessly, and will eventually be killed by it.
" Ten thousand swords move together!"
The golden-winged Xiaopeng king shouted, and tens of thousands of swords shook, the sword spirit was dazzling, piercing the void, and twisted into a terrible sword net here.
Ye Fan urged the Vulcan furnace to enlarge it to a hundred feet high, like a mountain towering in the air.
Up to now, there is nothing to keep, and the endless black flames are rushing in all directions.
This is a black flame taken from the fallen sun ridge in the Taichu restricted area. Although it is taken from the surface, it also has a very terrible temperature.
"Boom"
The fire was so great that the black flame swept in all directions, and tens of thousands of swords were swallowed up and slowly burned.
"The power of power..."
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King bloomed all over his body, and tens of thousands of swords rushed out and were added to the sword forest again.
"This pervert!" Tu Fei was shocked.
"If it goes on like this, the black flame will soon dry up, but his Pengyu sword will not die. Ye Fan's consequences are unimaginable." Qing Yi said in a low voice.
"This is not necessarily the same. He keeps letting Peng Yu regenerate, and he is also paying the price. If it goes on for a long time, I'm afraid he can't stand it." Yan Ruyu opened his mouth.
With one hundred and eight thousand swords, ten thousand swords moved together, cutting through the sky and drowning Ye Fan. He opened the way away from the fire god furnace and killed the golden-winged Xiaopeng King.
"Boom"
The black fire was so strong that it ravaged the ten directions and rushed to the sword.
One hundred and eight thousand swords shook together, and endless murderous intentions rushed out, gathering into a huge divine sword towering in the sky. This is the murderous intention of one hundred and eight thousand swords!
"chi"
The thousand-foot-long sword was split down. This horrible murderous intention made Ye Fan feel chilly. One hundred and 8,000 swords were combined, and the killing intention was boundless!
"Bun"
Ye Fan was suddenly split out. Such a killing skill made his ancient holy body suffer a terrible impact.
"Pervert, is this still the duel between the two heavens of the Taoist palace?"
"The killing skill of the Tianpeng clan is frightening. If it hadn't been for the ancient holy body, if it had been replaced by another person, I'm afraid it would have been destroyed by the gods."
......
Far away, it is difficult for everyone to calm down.
"Boom"
Ye Fan urged the Vulcan furnace to burn in all directions, sweeping through one hundred and eight thousand swords.
"The power of power..."
A golden sword was shot like a rainbow and appeared behind the golden-winged Xiaopeng King, avoiding the fire all over the sky.
Although he has reached the situation of Pengyu's regeneration, he can't stand such a terrible flame. He doesn't want to damage it.
Two people confront each other!
King Xiaopeng with golden wings did not expect that the talented killing skill would be restrained by the other party, and the black flame in the other party's stove was a great threat to his Pengyu sword.
"The ancient holy body can indeed be proud of the same level, and can vaguely suppress the golden-winged Xiaopeng King." Tu Feixi said.
Qing Yi shook his head and said, "It's still too early to say this. King Jin-winged Xiaopeng has the potential to become an emperor. In any way, he is not weak in the ancient holy body. Now it's just a weapon."
"There is still a gap. His body is refined in the secret land of the four poles." Tu Feidao.
"Is the ancient holy body so terrible? Those who let my demon clan hope to embark on the road of the emperor are at a disadvantage in the same realm!" Several monks of the demon clan are whispering.
"Boom"
Suddenly, there was an extremely tragic evil spirit in the world, which made people's body and soul tremble involuntarily.
It seems that an ancient fierce beast broke free from the seal and came to this world, and endless murderous intent swept the sky!
"This is..." Everyone was shocked.
In the hands of the golden-winged Xiaopeng King, there is a dark weapon, which is dark and shocking. This tragic breath is exactly what it emits.
"The Great Wilderness!"
Many people changed color, and some little demons turned pale and almost knelt on the ground.
This weapon made of black metal is like life, evil, creepy, and has a power that scares life.
"It's really a wilderness halberd, the magic soldier of the old Peng king for a lifetime!"
"That's right, it's indeed a wilderness halberd. The killing is endless, the blood is like a river, and the bones are like mountains. I don't know how many creatures have been killed by it!"
The dark weapon is so fierce, shining with a cold metallic luster, like a ferocious beast, rushing out of an extremely tragic breath.
"It's not fair. King of Golden-winged Xiaopeng, you hold the weapon of the demon clan. How can you fight?" Tu Fei shouted.
"Don't worry, it's sealed, and it's not without the power of 'the wilderness'!" The golden-winged Xiaopeng replied indifferently.
The Great Wilderness is a demon soldier who has the power of the demon clan to sacrifice for a lifetime. Although it can't be compared with extreme weapons, it is also very horrible.
"It's indeed sealed. King Peng won't let him rely on the demon soldiers too early." Yan Ruyu nodded.
No one knows how terrible the great wilderness halberd is. There are rumors that it is as heavy as a mountain, and even the monks in the four poles are difficult to hold it in their hands.
I'm afraid that only the golden-winged Xiaopeng King and the ancient holy body like Ye Fan can be used in the low realm.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng king stood with the great wilderness halberd, and the whole body was as bright as gold, while the great wilderness was as dark as ink, forming a sharp contrast. The killing of the two was combined, as if the ocean was fluctuating.
And behind him, one hundred and eight thousand swords were all erected to the sky, and the sword spirit rushed to the sky, setting him against the extremely terrible, strong body, with a wild murderous nature.
"Boom"
Ye Fan sacrificed his own tripod, which was more than two inches high, quickly enlarged to more than one meter high, replacing the position away from the Vulcan furnace and hanging above his head.
This tripod is simple and natural, and has no murderous spirit. It gives people a natural feeling of Taoism, as if it is explaining the "Tao" and "reason" between heaven and earth.
There are strands of xuanhuang hanging down in the tripod, which protects him tightly and makes him look like he is integrated with the road.