Prince Hongye's aura was even thicker, and every pore seemed to be breathing a golden airflow, his hands clenched into fists, and his fists were golden like two giant golden hammers.
The power that erupted from his body shook the surrounding air, and even the spectators under the battle stage retreated one after another, feeling the dullness in his chest, as if a boulder was pressing there. This is still the breath of strength filtered by the barrier of the battle platform, so we can know how much pressure Yan Ziyu on the battle platform is under.
Prince Hongye said that he would defeat Yan Ziyu within ten moves, which did not seem to be bragging.
"boom!"
Prince Hongye took the initiative to attack, and the hairs on his fists turned golden, just like they were made of gold. When he punched out, the air seemed to be hit with water-like ripples, forming a golden god. wall.
The sound of the fists was like thunder, shaking the ears and eyes of some monks with lower cultivation bases, and bleeding from both ears.
Wang Meng and other Wuta students were also startled, so they quickly backed away and avoided far away.
Swallow's body was as white as jade, motionless, and the long spear in his hand was like a white dragon, piercing the void, and shattering the golden wall with one shot.
Prince Hongye raised his arm and used his fist to block. An ancient golden arm guard on his arm blocked the tip of Bai Yantuo's spear, and a harsh sound of metal collision erupted.
This is a palm-sized golden armguard with seven small beast spirit stones inlaid on it, arranged like the seven stars in the sky, and the Bai Yantuo spear did not leave any traces on it.
"boom!"
Prince Hongye didn't move like a mountain, the bones on his body made a "crashing" sound, and he punched again, directly on the Bai Yantuo spear, an overwhelming momentum spread from the long spear to Yan Ziyu's arms, shaking He was shocked and turned around in the air six times in a row before he unloaded this huge force.
Yan Ziyu raised his spear and retreated. Prince Hongye's fist strength was so terrifying, his strength was like a bullfight, and almost no one in the younger generation could compete with him.
"The power of this big barbarian is a bit scary! If he is punched, I am afraid that the mountains will collapse." Bi Ning said handsomely.
"Prince Hongye's attack power is almost invincible among the younger generation. He practiced "Golden Saint Ming Dao" and grew up drinking the blood of spirit beasts at least seven times. If I guess correctly, he I must have taken the Star Gold Liquid, tempered my body, and my bones and muscles have grown to the pinnacle of the same realm." Feng Feiyun said.
"What is Star Gold Liquid?" Bi Ningshuai's eyes lit up when he heard the name of the treasure.
Feng Feiyun said: "That kind of treasure liquid that exists in the golden stars is a magic medicine for refining the body, even a real person can't find it."
"Golden stars?" Bi Ningshuai's eyes became brighter.
"The so-called golden stars are not the stars that exist in the starry sky, but the stars that are suspended above the continent. Some golden stars are only the size of a fist, and they are suspended at a height of one meter above the ground, living a few inches high. Some golden stars have a diameter of tens of thousands of miles, no smaller than real stars, and are suspended at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters." Feng Feiyun said.
"If a golden star with a size of tens of thousands of miles is only suspended in the sky of tens of thousands of meters, wouldn't it block half of the sky, like a golden world suspended in the air, how majestic and grand it is! "Biningshuai was amazed.
Feng Feiyun nodded and said: "Golden stars are also known as 'Bao Xing', 'Red Dust Star', and 'Earth Star', they are very rare, let alone tens of thousands of miles of large golden stars, even if it's just a fist Such a big golden star is also a supreme treasure, and it may not be possible to get one out of millions of miles.
"Golden Star Liquid is the precious liquid that flows from the golden stars. Only a drop of Golden Star Liquid can be bred in a golden star as big as a fist. The Golden Star Liquid used by Prince Hongye should only have about one drop. , It seems that the Yuqian Dynasty once had golden stars also born."
Bi Ningshuai's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
Feng Feiyun said: "In terms of attack power, Prince Hongye is still above Beiming Potian, and I don't know if Dongfang Jingshui's attack power can compare to him."
"Then his attack power is not the first of the younger generation?" Bi Ning said handsomely.
Feng Feiyun shook his head gently, not knowing whether he was denying Bi Ningshuai's statement or saying that he didn't know either.
On the battle platform, Prince Hongye and Yan Ziyu had already fought nearly twenty moves. The battle was ferocious and terrifying, like a golden light and a white light colliding. Few people could see the fight between them. tricks.
Although the attack power of Prince Hongye is strong, Yan Ziyu is not weak.
Although Prince Hongye had the upper hand, he did not defeat Yan Ziyu within ten moves, which was quite embarrassing.
"Golden Idol of the Golden Saint Ming Dao!"
The blood in Prince Hongye's whole body boiled, like thousands of golden springs boiling in the body, and the skin on the surface of the body swelled even more, from more than three meters high to seven meters high, his arms were like golden pillars, and the shape Like a golden statue.
A pair of golden-colored ears, like a palm fan, are three meters long.
The four giant hoofs are even more terrifying, with their earth-shattering power, even the giant guarding the battle platform was slightly startled, as if they saw the birth of the ancient beast.
"boom!"
Prince Hongye made a violent collision, like a golden idol colliding, Yan Ziyu's tactics were easily smashed, the Bai Yantuo spear in his hand almost flew out, and his arms and hands cracked several lines of blood, blood Sprinkle all over the ground.
The golden idol directly hit Yan Ziyu's body, and the force of this collision was unstoppable.
One person and one elephant smashed through the barrier of the battle platform at the same time, fell from above, and hit the ground.
Yan Ziyu was stepped on the feet of the golden idol, smashing the ground into a huge pit, the smoke billowed, and the slate was cracked a lot. middle.
Yan Ziyu was lying at the feet of the golden idol, and the layer of profound armor on his body was cracked and shattered in just one point. It is conceivable that if that layer of profound armor is broken, then he will definitely be trampled to death.
"kill!"
Yan Ziyu was lying on the ground, clenching her teeth, condensing the strength of her whole body, and suddenly fired a gun, pierced the golden mask, bombarded the belly of the golden idol, and a blood spring gushed from the tip of the gun, dyeing the earth red.
The idol was furious and let out a huge roar, shocking the dozens of cultivators watching the battle to the point where they bleed and fainted to the ground.
"howl!"
The golden statue raised its hooves to a height of more than six meters. The golden light stabbed all over the body so that people could not open their eyes. The hooves fell suddenly, as if to step on the swallow feathers into meat sauce.
The power of the golden idol is so ferocious that even the barriers set up by the giants can smash into pieces. With an angry blow, who can stop it
Many students of the Vientiane Pagoda screamed, hiding their faces and daring not to look at it. Some female disciples in the Immortal Cultivation World even closed their eyes and turned their heads quickly.
"No murder!"
Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, the giant next to the battle platform shouted loudly and flew over to stop it.
But someone was one step ahead of him.
The giant guarding the battle platform was too far away. If he waited for him to arrive, it would definitely be too late. Instead, Feng Feiyun was the closest, so he had to make a move, standing under the golden idol with a lateral movement. Hold up your hands.
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight war spirits of alien beasts flew out from Feng Feiyun's body at the same time, flames burned on the skin, and countless roars of wild beasts were emitted, and his hands hit the hoofs of the golden idol. An earth-shattering divine might erupted.
"boom!"
The ground under Feng Feiyun's feet was completely shattered, and half of his body sank into the ground.
The golden idol was also blasted back, and it took dozens of meters to stabilize its figure. The ground of these dozens of meters was innumerable, and it was full of huge deep pits for elephant legs.
This move did not take advantage of the confrontation, but Feng Feiyun forced Prince Hongye back and rescued Yan Ziyu.
Many people looked towards Feng Feiyun, all of them were shocked, everyone seemed to be petrified, they couldn't believe what they saw.
This is not because Feng Feiyun's power is tyrannical, but he can resist Prince Hongye, but because the fierce confrontation just now caused the black hat on Feng Feiyun's head to shatter, revealing his true face. A place where people are terrified.
A person who everyone thought was dead actually stood in front of him alive.
A cool breeze blew, caressing his cheeks.
Feng Feiyun walked out of the pit, shook the dust on his body, and touched his face lightly. As expected, it was still exposed, and he looked at everyone calmly.
But the monks present could not be as calm as him.
"boom!"
The golden phantom on Prince Hongye's body shattered, and his body returned to its original state. He also looked at Feng Feiyun in shock and anger, with an unbelievable look on his face.
"This... This is not the descendant of the demon sword... Feng Ergou." A young girl blinked her eyes, and her mouth was round, unable to believe her own eyes.
"It's obviously Feng Feiyun, the son of the demon."
"In the battle of the God's Palace, he was not tortured to death by the Heavenly Fire Liaoyuan Great Array, why is he standing here alive again?"
An older cultivator rubbed his eyes, for fear that he would be dazzled, "The King of God is still alive, but he hides his identity and participates in the battle of the concubine."
"The descendant of the demon sword is Feng Feiyun, the king of gods was resurrected from the dead and appeared in the imperial city again."
This piece of news spread quickly like a plague, and within an extremely fast speed, it spread throughout the entire imperial city, shocking many people.
Countless cultivators rushed towards the famous battlefield, wanting to confirm the authenticity of this matter.
"Could this monster Feng Feiyun climb out of hell again, or is it that Lord Yama can't accept him?"
Many people don't want to see Feng Feiyun again, thinking that he is simply the god of plague. Among them, Dazai and Longshenya are the most worried. They always feel that this matter is extraordinary and disturbing.