Cover the sky

"There are really not many people in the younger generation 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 [-] 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, and the golden terrifying storm submerges 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 cauldron of 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.

"Qiang!", "Qiang!", "Qiang!"...

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 slashing their claws to shatter the void.

With an extremely powerful offensive, the divine pencs criss-crossed the golden sea of ​​bitterness, and with a loud howl, it 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 by the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King Yunsheng's Holy Sword Blood Sacrifice, 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..." The Golden Winged Xiaopeng King shouted loudly, his majestic body smashed through the sky, and the golden waves of air all over his body soared into the sky, like a demon saint revived!

He waved the golden holy sword body in his hand, and launched the most violent attack. The Tianpeng who were trapped 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 [-] 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 Ye Fan's means to be 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!"

Chapter 471

The one hundred and eight thousand holy sword can be said to be astonishingly sharp and terrifying, but it was still cracked by Ye Fan, killing the one hundred and eight thousand heavenly peng, and many spectators in the sky were all shocked.

"What other means, just show it!" Ye Fan shouted.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King stood in the void, surrounded by golden waves surging and surging. He descended into the world like a demon god, showing his strength and domineering to the fullest.

"Chong!"