This place is full of heroes of the younger generation, and everyone stood up, looking forward to this battle in their hearts.
The Golden Wing Xiaopeng King 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 Eucharist of Doom.
Ye Fan "Life is short", and the end is approaching, but the power is still in full swing. If he fell because of the injury of the Dao, it would be a bit ordinary.
Now, he will fight the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, most likely it will be the last battle, and it just happens to end successfully, no matter whether he wins or loses, it will be the ultimate battle.
"This birdman is too arrogant, he really deserves a cramp!" Heihuang bared his teeth.
"You dog, I won't let you go!" Gold-winged Xiaopeng Wang glanced at him coldly.
"I hope your methods are as strong as you said." Ye Fan had an indifferent smile on his lips.
"Don't worry, I will personally cut off your life and destroy your soul." The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's eyes were full of aggression.
Ye Fan stared at him and didn't say anything more. Now there is only one battle.
"Everyone, please go and watch the battle!" Gold-winged Xiaopeng Wang Senran smiled, and transmitted voice to all the saints and saints present.
"Such a world-shattering battle, how can I miss it, I will go there later." Shengzi Yaoguang nodded.
Fenghuang also smiled faintly, walked over gracefully, and said, "Looking forward to this battle!"
Zhao Fa laughed loudly and said, "I can't wait!"
"Then let's go, today I will end the life of the Eucharist and offer his holy blood to everyone to taste!" Gold-winged Xiaopeng King fluttered his hair, revealing his demonic nature and murderous intent.
"Then let's fight!" Ye Fan only had these four words, and he soared into the sky first, like a god, and flew out of the island of eight hundred gods.
Such a group of people are all young successors of the supreme religion, and there are many holy sons and saintesses. It is impossible not to attract people's attention. Many people are watching, and they even arouse 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, rushing towards a lush mountain range in the distance, it was impossible to fight in the wind clan's important place.
At this time, it was already noon, and the scorching sun was like a furnace, casting scorching rays of light in the sky, scorching the earth with vicious beams.
They were more than 500 miles away from the Wind Clan God Island before they stopped. Below them were endless mountains, numerous valleys, and undulating ravines. It was a very primitive area.
The sky was full of monks, all staring at the two people in the field. This was the focus of a battle. The two young masters had long clashed, and it didn't break out until today.
King Gold Wing Xiaopeng has long been famous among the younger generation. He is an extremely wild monster genius. Everyone knows his strength.
Ye Fan has only been famous in the world for nearly a 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 done has had a great impact, and he has the tendency to catch up from behind, and everyone in the younger generation knows it.
As the sun fell, Golden Wing Xiaopeng King's whole body was made of gold, shining brilliantly, and his golden hair was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
His eyes are fierce and wild, like two bolts of lightning shooting out of hell, piercing into the soul of the person, devouring the mind of the person, with murderous intent like a sea.
A golden holy sword appeared in his hand, huge and unparalleled, tens of feet long, hanging down, almost touching the peak of a big mountain below.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly, standing in the void, with black hair dancing lightly, clear eyes, motionless, looking at his opponent calmly and calmly.
The invisible killing intent stirred up between the two of them. Before the battle started, it made people feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar, their bodies and minds were chilled, and a powerful fighting intent and terrifying murderous aura permeated the air.
"Crack!"
Below, a big mountain couldn't bear it, and the top of the mountain was cracked. Due to the pressure of the terrible killing intent, several large cracks appeared, and the scene was terrifying.
"boom!"
On the second mountain peak, dozens of gigantic boulders cracked, and then the top of the mountain collapsed, the rocks pierced through the air, smoke and dust billowed everywhere, and everyone became dizzy.
This is caused by a strong killing intent. If someone enters the arena, they will be crushed into a pulp. This is the confrontation of killing intent. The most terrifying thing is that they will be destroyed at every turn.
In the endless mountain, many beasts were terrified and fled in all directions. There was chaos, and many beasts crawled on the ground in fright, trembling.
"flashing edge"
Many flying birds soared into the sky, wanting to leave this terrifying place, but just as they rushed into the air, they shattered and turned into blood flowers one after another.
The body and spirit were all destroyed on the spot, and nothing was left, only the blood mist surrounded the two sides, and the killing intent was like a knife, beheading all tangible life, but all those who entered would be destroyed.
"These two people are so terrifying. Their fighting spirit has reached this level. Although they have never made a move, they are better than a move!"
"There are really not many young people who can compete with them..."
At this moment, King Gold Wing Xiaopeng moved, he let out a clear whistle, the mountains were turbulent, the trees trembled, the residual leaves withered, and the endless mountains were filled with a murderous aura.
"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"
The Golden Winged Xiaopeng King exhibited a unique technique when he came up, his body was full of golden light, bursting out dazzling brilliance, and thousands of terrifying golden sword lights shot out.
The murderous aura soared to the clouds, making the sky and the earth tremble, and the Infinity Holy Sword came out together, slicing the void, and the pillars of the sky and the earth seemed to collapse, destroying everything.
"boom!"
No more, no less, a total of 108,000 holy swords, each with a length of hundreds of feet, towering in the void, and then slashing 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, destroying all obstacles.
This is the innate divine art of the Tianpeng Clan, even in the face of thousands of troops, it can be defeated without distinction!
Let alone hitting one person at this time, this kind of power is unimaginable, like the end of the world is coming, and the world will collapse.
One hundred and eight thousand holy swords, the light of the sword turned into an ocean, devouring everything, sweeping everything, possessing billions of divine powers!
"boom!"
Every sword light was like a flood, extremely terrifying, and made people watching the battle from afar feel cold from head to toe. The Golden Wing Xiaopeng King is so powerful, how can he fight
He alone is enough to be worth thousands of troops, how many people of the younger generation can take over this kind of shocking power? Even the Saint Child level figures will probably be hated!
Ye Fan's heart was awe-inspiring. In the past, he had fought the supreme divine art of one hundred and eight thousand swords. At that time, he defended it with the mother spirit of all things, and extinguished it with the terrifying black fire in the Vulcan furnace. Otherwise, it would have been difficult at that time. crack.
Now, he is facing it again, but he has lost the Mother Qi Cauldron and Li Vulcan Stove, so he can only fight by himself!
"boom!"
In his sea of wheels, thunder and lightning flashed, and an endless golden ocean rushed out, submerging him and blocking the sea of swords outside!
"Crack!"
There is the breath of the beginning of the world, and above the golden sea of bitterness, there are endless thunder and lightning dancing, covering Ye Fan, as if he is opening up the world.
He stood with his green lotus in his hands, his robes fluttering, calmly faced the hundred and eight thousand holy swords, and blocked this supreme divine technique that could kill the Holy Son with his body.
"Ah..." Gold-winged Xiaopeng Wang shouted, his golden hair seemed to be on fire, and he swung his monstrous mana and charged forward.
His eyes are like a sword from the sky, piercing the void. He is like a demon god, unstoppable, holding the only holy sword, which is made of the holy blood of the Tianpeng clan, known as immortality!
"Ye Fan, I want to kill your living soul!"
Roaring across the sky, he swung down with the holy sword, his energy and blood soaring into the sky, roaring the rivers and mountains, and the infinite mountains were shaking.
"Clang!", "Clang!", "Clang!"...
One hundred and eight thousand swords cut into the golden sea of bitterness, turned into golden celestial pendants, tore apart the heaven and the earth, and culled towards Ye Fan. This was a supreme offensive.
Everyone was stunned. The Golden Wing Xiaopeng King really had the ability to look down on the younger generation, and even used the holy sword to break into the vision of the Holy Body. What a sharp and powerful attack this is? !
One hundred and eight thousand celestial rocs, covering the sky and covering the earth, are all made of gold, all of them are ferocious, unparalleled in martial arts, spreading their wings to split the sky and the earth, and shattering the void with their claws.
With an extremely powerful offensive, the divine pencs criss-crossed the golden sea of bitterness, and the sound of the pendants howled, was about to collapse the sky, and it was terrifying.
If other people would surely die, they would be powerless to recover from being attacked by so many golden gods, but Ye Fan was different, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
"I'm going to kill you to despair!"
He stood with the green lotus on his back, his whole body was shrouded in electric light, his golden blood energy 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 a green lotus in his hand, and beheaded the endless golden skypeng!
The green lotus is like a green haze, misty in Ye Fan's hands, and green shadows are drawn out, but it is extremely terrifying, beheading all life forms.
Ye Fan's movements were too fast, he shot ruthlessly, Qinglian was as sharp as a knife, cut open a head of Tianpeng, blood splashed, he rushed to the next one without stopping.
"Pfft!", "Pfft!"...
Holding the green lotus in his hand, he kept chopping and chopping, Tianpeng's head fell continuously, and Tianpeng's huge corpses fell into the sky one after another.
This is real blood, which was used in the blood sacrifice of the holy sword of King Yunsheng of the Golden Wing Xiaopeng, and turned into an indestructible hundred and eight thousand swords, but at this moment, it was constantly beheaded by Ye Fan.
"The sea of bitterness of the Eucharist is golden, very different from ours, and can be transformed into an invincible defensive vision..." Many people in the distance were shocked.
"Ah..." Gold-winged Xiaopeng King screamed, his majestic body smashed through the sky, and the golden air waves all over his body soared into the sky, like a demon saint resurrected!
He waved the golden holy sword body in his hand, and launched the most violent attack. The Tianpeng who were caught in the golden sea of suffering all neighed, burned up, and turned into infinite killing!
However, in the golden vision of the bitter sea, Ye Fan seemed to be an absolute master, surrounded by lightning, as if he was opening up the world.
He is unshakable, and all the golden celestial pengs are difficult to approach, and he is constantly beheaded, one corpse with each blow, and a blood mist with each blow.
It can be clearly seen that one after another Shen Peng corpses fell, fell into the golden sea of bitterness, and were constantly beheaded.
"Okay, this is the holy sword raised by the bird man's essence and blood. Although it is said to be immortal, it will hurt his vitality if it is cut off like this!" the big black dog barked.
The golden sea of bitterness was stained red with blood, and there were countless corpses of Tianpeng floating there, a tragic scene.
Ye Fan's eyes were cold, like Shura resurrected, black hair fluttering, holding a blood-dripping green lotus, ruthlessly slaughtered, and he beheaded a total of 108,000 Tianpeng.
"boom!"
At the last shock, the golden sea of bitterness surged, Ye Fan stood holding a green lotus, his clothes were not stained with blood, calm and unwavering, like a god holding flowers, he shouted: "What else do you have, just use it, I will kill you today!" !"
In the distance, everyone was shocked, one hundred and eight thousand swords could kill the Holy Son, but they were all wiped out by Ye Fan, and the essence of Tianpeng was evaporated!
Although Shengzi Yaoguang looked calm, his heart was still a little shaken, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Fenghuang was very surprised, he didn't expect that Ye Fan's methods were against the sky, and he broke a hundred and eight thousand swords like this.
The Zifu Shengzi and Zhao Fa's expressions were a little stiff. They asked themselves that they couldn't kill a hundred and eight thousand gods like this, and their hearts were shaken.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's hair was disheveled, his eyes were like knives, bloodthirsty and wildness were fully displayed, and he said coldly: "I have my own means to destroy you!"