Chapter 470 Peng's Blood Stained in the Golden Sea
"This place is full of young heroes. Everyone stood up and looked forward to this battle.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng king is like a demon god, which makes many people in the young generation afraid. Few people dare to fight with him. Now he is going to fight with the doomsday Eucharist.
Ye Fan's "lifeless life" is coming, but the power is in full bloom. If it is lost because of the injury of the road, it is really a little dull.
Now, he will fight against the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, which will probably be the last battle, which can be successfully ended. Whether he wins or loses, it will be the ultimate battle.
"This bird man is so arrogant that he should have a cramp and a bone incision!" The Black Emperor's teeth.
"You dog, I won't let you go!" The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang's eyes swept coldly.
"I hope your means can be as strong as you said*..." Ye Fan had an indifferent smile on the corners of his mouth.
"Don't worry, I will cut off your life with my own hands and destroy your soul*..." The eyes of the golden-winged Xiaopeng King are full of aggression.
Ye Fan stared at him and didn't say anything more. Now there is only one war.
"Please go and watch the battle*..." The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang Senran laughed and sent a voice to the sons and saints present.
"How can I miss such a shocking battle? I will definitely go. *..." The Son of Shaking Light nodded.
Fenghuang also smiled faintly. She came graceful and said, "Looking forward to this battle!"
Zhao Fa laughed and said, "I can't wait!"
"Then let's go. Today, I will end the order of the Eucharist and offer his holy blood to you to taste!" The golden-winged Xiaopeng King is flying indiscriminately, and his magic and murder are revealed.
"Then let's fight!" Ye Fan only had these four words. He first soared into the air and flew out of the Eight Hundred Gods Island like a god.
Such a group of people are all young descendants of the supreme religion. There are many saints and saints. It is impossible not to attract attention. Many people look at it and attract the attention of some elders.
Their speed was very fast, and soon they flew out of the Eight Hundred Gods Island and rushed to a lush mountain range in the distance. "It is impossible to fight in the wind clan.
At this time, it was noon, and the scorching sun was like a stove, sprinkling scorching light in the sky, and the poisonous beam of light scorched the earth.
They were more than 500 miles away from the Fengzu Island, and then they stopped. There were endless mountains below, and there were many valleys and ravines. It was a very primitive area.
The sky is full of monks, all staring at the two people in the field. This is the focus of the battle. The two top young masters have had a conflict for a long time, and it didn't break out until today.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King has long been famous for the young generation. He is a wild demon wizard. Everyone knows his strength. The heroes dare not fight against the front.
Ye Fan's name has been spread all over the world in the past year. Earlier, the sheep were unknown. It can be said that he was a powerful figure who suddenly rose to the sky, but he was extremely powerful.
All the things he has experienced since he was born, and everything he has done has a great impact, and he has the potential to come to the top." No one in the young generation knows.
The sun fell, and the golden-winged Xiaopeng King was cast like gold, shining brilliantly. His golden hair was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
His eyes are wild and demons, like two lightnings shot out of hell, into the soul of people, devouring people's hearts and killing intentions like a sea.
A mouthful golden sword appeared in his hand, which was huge and unparalleled, tens of feet long, drooping down, and was about to touch the peak of a big mountain below. The swallowed murderous air made the mountains fall and wither.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly, standing in the void, dancing lightly with black hair, clear eyes, motionless, and looking at the enemy calmly and calmly.
The invisible killing thought stirred between the two people. Before the war started, it was already like falling ice, and the body and mind were cold, and the strong fighting spirit and terrible murderous spirit were pervasive.
"Cock!"
Below, a big mountain can't stand it. The top of the mountain cracked. It was forced by the terrible killing experience, and several big cracks appeared. The scene was frightening.
"Boom!"
On the second peak, dozens of thousands of boulders collapsed on it, and then the top of the mountain collapsed, and the rocks penetrated the air. The smoke and dust rose everywhere, and it was drowsy.
This is caused by a strong murderous intention. If someone enters the field, it will definitely be crushed into mud. This is a murderous confrontation. It is the most horrible, and it will be destroyed at any time.
In the endless mountains, many beasts were frightened and fled to all directions. There was chaos, and many fierce beasts crawled on the ground in shock and trembled.
"Floping edges"
Many birds rose up to the sky and wanted to leave this terrible place, but as soon as they rushed into the air, they suddenly collapsed and became one blood after another.
The gods were destroyed on the spot, and there was nothing left. Only the blood fog was around them, killing like a knife, killing all tangible lives, but whoever enters will not be destroyed.
"These two people are so terrible that they have reached such a level of war. Although they have never took action, they are better than take action!"
"There are really not many young people who can compete with them..."
At this moment, the golden-winged Xiaopeng king moved, and he let out a clear roar. The mountains were turbulent, the trees trembled, the leaves withered, and the endless mountains were full of murderous spirit.
"A hundred and eighty thousand swords!"
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King came up and exhibited a unique study. His whole body was golden and blazing, blooming with dazzling brilliance, and thousands of terrible golden swords were shot out.
The murderous Lingyun made the heaven and earth tremble, and the infinite holy sword split out together and cut the void. The pillars of heaven and earth seemed to collapse like a boat, destroying and decay.
"Poison!"
No more, no less, a total of one hundred and eight thousand holy swords, each of which is a hundred feet long, towering in the void, and then standing down.
This is no longer a sword light, but a sea of holy swords. The golden horror storm flooded everything, swept forward and destroyed all obstacles.
This is the innate supreme magic of the Tianpeng clan. Even in the face of thousands of troops and horses, it can be swept away and attacked indiscriminately!
Not to mention hitting a person at this time, this kind of power is unimaginable, such as the end of the world comes and the collapse of heaven and earth.
With one hundred and eight thousand holy swords, the swallowed swords turned into an ocean, devouring everything, sweeping everything, and having hundreds of millions of power!
"Boom"
Every sword is like a flood, which is terrible. It makes the people watching the battle from afar cool down from the head to the feet. The golden-winged Xiaopeng King is so powerful, how can he fight?
He alone is enough to match thousands of troops and horses. How many people can take over this amazing young generation? Even if they are Son-level characters, most of them will drink hatred!
Ye Fan was awe-inspiring. In the past, he had fought against one hundred and eight thousand swords. At that time, this supreme magic was defended with the mother spirit of all things, so as to extinguish the terrible black fire in the furnace of the fire god, otherwise it would be difficult to crack it at that time.
Now, he faces it again, but he has lost the mother of all things and can only fight by himself!
"Boom!"
In his sea, lightning and thunder, the endless golden ocean rushed out, drowning him and blocking the sea of swords in the outside world!
"Kow!"
There is the initial breath of heaven and earth. On the golden bitter sea, there is endless thunder and lightning dancing, covering Ye Fan as if he were opening up the world.
He stood with green lotus, his clothes fluttered, calmly faced one hundred and eight thousand holy swords, blocking this supreme magic that could kill the holy son with his body.
"Ah..." The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang roared, and his golden hair seemed to burn, waving his powerful power to kill Su.
The eyes are like a heavenly sword, shooting through the void like a demon god, unstoppable, holding the only holy sword, which is condensed by the holy blood of the Tianpeng clan, which is known as immortal!
"Ye Fan, I'm going to kill your soul!"
Peng roared in the sky, he split down with the holy sword, his blood roared to the sky, and the endless mountains were shaking.
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Everyone was stunned. The golden-winged Xiaopeng King really had the skills of the younger generation to attack the Holy Body Vision with the Holy Sword. What a sharp and powerful attack is this?!
One hundred and eight thousand heavenly pendus covered the ground, all of which are ferocious like gold, and the gods are unparalleled. They spread their wings to crack the world, and wave their claws to break the void.
The powerful Dongshi, the divine roc across the golden sea of bitterness, a roar, to collapse the sky, the terrible heart is broken.
If others are bound to die, they will be attacked by this golden Shenpeng, and they are unable to return to the sky at all, but Ye Fan is different, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.
"I'm going to kill you to despair!"
He stood with green lotus, shrouded in electric light, golden blood rushed to the sky, and there was a loud noise. He closed the sky with a golden bitter sea.
Then, Ye Fan moved like lightning, holding the green lotus and killing the endless golden Tianpeng!
The green lotus is like a green haze, confused in Ye Fan's hand, drawing out a piece of green shadow, but it is extremely terrible, killing all living beings.
Ye Fan's action was too fast. He acted ruthlessly. Qinglian was as sharp as a knife. He cut a Tianpeng open, and his blood splashed. He did not stop and rushed to the next one.
"Pu" "Pu" He held the green lotus in his hand and kept chopping. Tianpeng's head fell continuously, and Tianpeng's huge body fell into the sky one after another.
This is the real blood. It is used for the golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang Yunsheng Holy Sword Blood Festival. It has turned into an immortal 100,000 sword, but at this moment, it is constantly killed by Ye Fan.
"The bitter sea of the Eucharist is golden, which is very different from ours. It can be transformed into an invincible defense...,... Many people in the distance are shocked.
Ah "... The golden-winged Xiaopeng king roared, his majestic body stepped on the sky, and the golden waves soared to the sky, like the resurrection of the demon saint!
He waved the golden sword body in his hand and launched the most fierce offensive. The Tianpeng, who fell into the golden sea of suffering, all hissed, burned, and turned into infinite killing!
However, in the golden sea of suffering vision, Ye Fan is like an absolute master, with thunder and lightning around him, as if he were opening up the world.
He is unshakable, and all the golden Tianpeng can't be approached. He is constantly cut out by him, one hit, one body, one hit, one hit, one blood fog.
It can be clearly seen that the bodies of Shenpeng fell one after another, fell into the golden sea of suffering, and were constantly killed.
"Well, this is the holy sword raised by the bird man with his blood. Although it is known as immortality, being cut off like this will hurt his vitality!" The big black dog shouted.
The golden sea of suffering was stained red with blood, and countless bodies of Tianpeng floated, a miserable Jing family... Ye Fan's eyes were cold, like Shura's comeback, black hair dance, holding blood-dropping green lotus, ruthless slaughter, and a whole hundred and 8,000 Tianpeng were killed by him.
"Boom!"
In the last shock, the golden sea of bitterness was turbulent. Ye Fan stood with green lotus, his clothes were not stained with blood, calm and waveless, like a god, and shouted, "What else do you have? Just use it out. I'll kill it clean today!"
In the distant sky, everyone was shocked. A hundred and a few thousand swords came out to kill the holy son, but they were all killed by Ye Fan and steamed the blood of Tianpeng!
Although the shaking light saint's face was calm, his heart was still shaking, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Fenghuang was very surprised. He didn't expect that Ye Fan's means against the sky and broke one hundred and eight thousand swords like this.
Zifu Shengzi and Zhao Fa's faces were a little stiff. They asked themselves that they could not kill 18,000 Shenpeng like this, and their hearts were shocked.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng king's hair was messy, and his eyes were like a knife. Bloodthirsty and wildness were fully displayed. He said in a cold voice, "I have my own means to destroy you!"
The second chapter is there, go to write the third chapter.