Chapter 470: Peng blood stained the sea of gold

Here, all young heroes, everyone stood up, looking forward to this battle.
King Jin Ping, like a demon god, made many people of the younger generation afraid, and few people dared to fight him, but now he is going to fight the doomsday corpse.
Ye Fan \ "Life is not much" The end is coming, but the might is full, but if it is weak due to the injury of the road, it is a bit bland.
Now, he will have a big battle with King Jinwing Peng King, most of which will be the last battle, and it just happens to end successfully, no matter the victory or defeat will be the ultimate battle.
\ "This birdman is so arrogant that he should have cramped bones!" Heihuang Baiya said.
\ "You dog, I will not let you go!" King Jin Peng's eyes swept coldly.
\ "I hope your method can be as strong as you say." Ye Fan's mouth hung a cold smile.
\ "Relax, I will cut off your life with your own hands and destroy your soul." King Jinpeng ’s eyes are full of aggression.
Ye Fan stared at him without saying much, but now there is only one battle.
‘… Please friends to watch the battle! "Golden Wing Peng Wang Senran smiled and sent a message to all the sons and daughters present.
\ "How can such a shocking battle be missed, I will definitely wait." Shaoguang Shengzi nodded.
Fenghuang also smiled faintly, and the curvaceous came and said: \ "Look forward to this battle!"
Zhao ha ha laughed and said: \ "I ca n’t wait!"
\ "Let ’s go, today I end the life of the Eucharist and give his holy blood to everyone for tasting!" The king of gold-winged princes flew around in a magical and murderous manner.
‘… Then fight! "Ye Fan only has these four words. When he first leaped into the air, he flew out of the Babaishen Island like a god.
Such a group of people are all young descendants of the Supreme Church. There are many sons and daughters. It is not enough to attract attention. Many people have come to see it, and it has also attracted the attention of some senior figures.
Their speed was very fast, and they flew out of the Babaishen Island in a short time, rushing to a lush mountain range in the distance, it is impossible to fight decisively in the Feng clan.
At this time, it was already noon, and the blazing sun was like a furnace that scorched the sky with a hot light, and the poisonous light beam scorched the earth.
They were far away from the Fengshen God Island for more than five hundred miles, and then they stopped. The endless mountains below rise, there are many valleys, and the ditch is undulating.
The sky was filled with two monks all staring at the field. This was the focus of World War I. The two great young masters had already had conflicts until today.
King Jinwing Peng King has long been known to be a young generation. He is a wild and wild monster wizard. Everyone knows his strength, what the great wild halberd wants, and the males dare not attack the front.
Ye Fan has only been known by the world for nearly a year [Zhitian]. Earlier, he was not known. It can be said to be a strong figure who suddenly rose from the sky, but he was extremely powerful.
Since he was born, what he has experienced, everything he has done has a great influence, and there is a tendency to come to dominate the younger generation.
The sun was shining down, and the golden-winged king was cast like gold, shining with brilliant light, and the golden silk was very bright, which made people unable to open their eyes.
His eyes are sensational and enchanted like two lightning bolts shot out of hell, digging into the soul of a person, devouring people's minds and killing them like the sea.
Appeared in his hands a golden holy sword, huge and unmatched, up to tens of feet, drooping down, almost touching the peak of a large Yue below, the vomiting murderous sent the mountains chaotic leaves flying, constantly withering away.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly, standing in the void, black light dancing, clear eyes, motionless, calm and calmly looked at the opponent.
Invisible killing thoughts stirred up between the two. Before the war, they had already made people fall into the ice cellar, and their bodies and minds were cold. The powerful fighting intentions and terrible killing were permeating.
‘... click! "
Below, a large mountain could not bear it, the mountain top was cracked, and it was oppressed by the terrible killing thought. Several large cracks appeared, and the scene was scary.
\ "Boom!"
The second mountain, on which dozens of huge boulders cracked, then the top of the mountain collapsed, the rocks ran through the sky, smoke and dust rose, and the whole was faint.
This is due to the powerful killing intention. If someone enters the field, it will be crushed into a slime. This is the confrontation of killing thoughts. The most terrifying thing is that it will destroy everything.
In the endless mountain, many walking beasts were frightened and fled to the four sides, a mess, and many beasts crawled on the ground in shock, shaking.
‘… Fluttering’
Many flying birds rose into the sky and wanted to leave this terrible place, but as soon as they rushed into the air, they shattered and became one blood flower after another.
On the spot, the form and the spirit are destroyed, nothing is left, only the blood mist is around the two, the killing intention is like a sword, and all the tangible life is destroyed, but everyone who enters will be destroyed.
‘… These two people are so terrible, and they have reached this level of war. Although they have never shot, they are better than shot! "
\ "There are really not many young people who can compete with them ..."
At this moment, King Jinwing Peng moved, he made a clear whistle, the mountains were turbulent, the leaves shattered, and the endless mountains were full of sub-killing air.
‘... Ten thousand and eight thousand swords! "
King Jinwing Peng came up and exhibited a masterpiece. His body was gleaming with golden light, shining brilliantly, and thousands of terrible golden swords were shot.
Murderous Lingyun, let the world tremble, the endless holy sword hacked out together, smashed the void, the pillar of the world and earth seemed to collapse, destroyed and withered.
\ "Boom!"
No more, no less, a hundred thousand and eight thousand holy swords, each of which is as long as a hundred feet, stands in the void, and then slashes down.
This is no longer a sword, turned into a sea of ​​holy swords. The golden terror storm drowned everything, swept forward, and destroyed all obstacles.
This is the innate supernatural technique of the Tianpeng tribe, even if it can be wiped out in the face of thousands of horses and horses, there is no difference in attack!
Not to mention the fact that they are all fighting at this time. This kind of power is unimaginable. For example, the end of the world is coming, and the world is collapsing.
Ten thousand and eight thousand sacred inscriptions, the spitting mansions turned into the ocean, devoured everything, swept everything, and possessed billions of powers!
\ "Boom,
Every sword's awn is like a horrendous flood, so that people watching from afar will be cold from head to toe. Golden Wing King is so powerful, how can he fight?
He alone is enough to be worth thousands of troops, how many people of this amazing young generation took it? Even if it is a saint child, most of them must drink hate!
Ye Fan was awe-inspiring. In the past, he had fought against the supreme magic of ten thousand and eight thousand swords.At that time, he was defended by the mother of all things to eliminate the terrible black fire in the furnace of the of fire. .
Now, he faced again, but lost all the motherhood and the fire furnace, can only rely on himself to face the battle!
\ "Boom!"
In his wheel sea, lightning thunder, endless golden Wang Yang rushed out and drowned him, blocking the sword sea outside!
\ "Ka!"
The initial breath of heaven and earth is pervading, and above the golden bitter sea, there is endless thunder and lightning dancing, and Ye Fan is enveloped as if it is breaking the sky.
He stood in front of the green lotus, his coat fluttered and calmly faced the ten thousand and eight thousand holy swords, blocking the supreme magic of killing the Son.
\ "Ah ..." Jinwing Peng Wang Changxiao, his head full of golden silk seemed to burn up, waving monstrous mana and coming to kill.
'S eyes are like the sky sword, shot through the void, he is like a demon god, unstoppable, holding the only holy sword that is formed by the sacred blood of the Tianpeng tribe itself, known as immortal!
\ "Ye Fan, I want to slash your soul!"
Peng Xiao was in the sky, he held down the holy sword and slammed down, roaring the rivers and mountains with blood and blood, and the infinite mountains were shaking.
\ "锵", \ "锵", \ "锵 ......"
Ten thousand and eight thousand swords chopped into the golden sea of ​​bitterness, transformed into a golden Tianpeng, tearing the world and slaying to Ye Fan. This is a supreme offensive.
Everyone was stunned. The king of gold-winged princes really possessed the skills of the younger generation. They even attacked the holy vision with the holy sword. What a sharp and powerful attack? !
Ten thousand and eighty thousand Tianpeng, covered with sky and earth, are all cast like gold, all of them are gritty, unmatched, and spread their wings to crack the sky and earth, and claws shatter the void.
The powerful and offensive offensive, Shenpeng was in the golden bitter sea, and there was a sound of Peng Xiao, about to collapse this sky dome, and the terrifying heart was broken.
If anyone else is going to die, he is attacked by so many golden gods and is unable to return to the sky, but Ye Fan is different, and there is a sneer in the corner of his mouth.
\ "I want to kill you to despair!"
He stood in the green lotus, surrounded by electric mans, golden blood flew into the sky, and made a loud noise. He closed the sky with golden bitter sea.
Then, Ye Fan moved like lightning, holding Qinglian, beheading the endless golden Tianpeng!
The green lotus is like a green haze, in Ye Fan's hands, a piece of green shadow is drawn, but it is terrible, killing all life.
Ye Fan's movements were too fast, and he shot mercilessly. Qinglian was as sharp as a knife. He cut off Tianpeng and the blood splattered. He did not stay and rushed to the next one.
\ "Poo", \ "Poo ......"
He held Qinglian and kept chopping, Tianpeng's head fell continuously, and Tianpeng's huge body fell one after another into the sky.
This is the real blood, which is used by the Jinsheng Pengwang Yunsheng Holy Sword Blood Sacrifice, and turned into a thousand and eighty thousand swords that are immortal, but at this moment, Ye Fan is constantly beheaded.
\ "The suffering sea of ​​the Eucharist is golden, which is very different from ours, and it can be transformed into an invincible defensive vision ..." Many people in the distance were amazed.
\ "Ah ..., ..." King Jinpeng Wang Changxiao, the majestic body stepped into the sky, and the golden waves of the sky rushed into the sky, like the resurrection of the demon Saint!
He waved the body of the golden holy sword in his hand and launched the most fierce offensive. Tianpeng, who was caught in the golden bitter sea, all hissed, burned, and turned into an infinite killing light!
However, in the golden bitter sea vision, Ye Fan seemed to be an absolute master, thunder and lightning around him, as if to open up the world.
He can't be shaken. All golden Tianpeng is difficult to approach. He is chopped off constantly, striking a corpse and a blood mist.
It can be clearly seen that the body of Shenpeng one after another fell, fell into the golden bitter sea, and was continuously beheaded ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Okay, this is the holy sword raised by the birdman with essence blood Although it is said to be immortal, but being cut off like this will hurt his vitality! Cried the dog.
The golden bitter sea was stained with blood, and there were countless tianpeng bodies floating, a terrible scene
Ye Fan's eyes were cold, like Shura's resurrection, black flurry, holding a dripping lotus, merciless slaughter, and a total of 18,000 Tianpeng were killed by him.
\ "Boom!"
The last shock, the golden bitter sea was surging, Ye Fan stood with a green lotus, his clothes were not stained with blood, calm and waveless, like a holding a flower, he shouted: \ "What else do you have, I ’ll kill it cleanly today ! "
From the sky, everyone was shocked. Ten thousand and eight thousand swords came out together to kill the son, but they were all annihilated by Ye Fan, and the blood of Tianpeng was evaporated!
Although Shaoguang Shengzi looked calm, his heart was still a little shaken, the deeper his eyes became.
Fenghuang was very surprised, but did not expect Ye Fan's means against the sky [Xian Ni], but he broke the ten thousand swords like this.
Both Zifu Shengzi and Zhao's faces were a little bit stiff, and they asked themselves not to annihilate 18,000 Shenpeng like this, shaking their hearts.
The golden-winged king silk is messy, and his eyes are half as compelling as a sword. The bloodthirsty and wildness are fully displayed.
Chapter 2 arrives, write Chapter 3.