Cover the sky

"boom!"

The evil spirit soared to the sky, surging around him like a vast ocean. He stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with wild brilliance, and said coldly: "I will lose? What a joke, everything has just begun!"

Everyone was surprised, King Gold Wing Xiaopeng's aura became even stronger, as if he was not injured, and there was a monstrous monster aura swirling behind him.

"The bird man was crushed and beaten by the ancient sacred body, but it didn't cause any harm. It recovered in such a short time, which is too terrifying." Tu Fei was shocked.

"Sure enough, the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King has the potential to become a great emperor, and he can compete with the ancient holy body at the same level!" Some powerful monsters from the monster race were surprised.

Tsing Yi revealed a strange color, and said: "Could it be that he can really walk on the road of the Great Emperor?!"

Yan Ruyu also whispered, "Maybe...he has some hope."

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King came down and stood opposite Ye Fan. At this moment, his demonic aura was soaring, surging, and murderous aura filled the whole field.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

His voice pierced through gold and cracked rocks, shaking the sky, causing many people's ears to hurt.

At this moment, in this piece of heaven and earth, murderous intentions startled the world, sword lights soared into the sky, like endless volcanoes erupting, rushing to the sky!

Under the sky, there are divine swords like a forest, lined up in the sky, each one is several feet long, the sword edge is cold, standing upright towards the sky, the light is bright, and the murderous aura reaches the sky.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!

Each one is refined from the feathers of the Shenpeng, and they are all breathing out dazzling sword energy, sharp and dazzling, and breathtaking.

Looking around, there are divine swords everywhere, blazing, murderous, and frightening.

"When the ancient emperor was young, I don't know whether he had cut the ancient sacred body. Maybe I will create a feat and let the holy blood pave the way for my emperor!"

King Gold Wing Xiaopeng has a strong figure, locks of blond hair fluttering in a mess without wind, and his eyes are full of wild and murderous breath.

Ye Fan was in the sword forest, facing the endless sword glow, feeling the piercing murderous aura, he took out Li Vulcan furnace without fear.

"I can suppress you during physical confrontation, and I can still step on you now!" Ye Fan looked indifferent, but full of strong self-confidence, and the inch-high crystal stove was held in the palm of his hand.

Chapter 260 One Hundred Eight Thousand Swords

There are sharp golden swords everywhere in the sky, each one is puffing out its sword light, soaring into the sky, this is a frightening sea of ​​swords, endless as far as the eye can see, the murderous intent is shocking.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!

Yuankong, many people are shocked, this kind of sword forest, anyone trapped in it will be terrified.

"This bird man is too scary, how did he make so many great swords?" Tu Fei felt that something was wrong.

Tsing Yi also changed color, and said: "It seems that the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King can't maintain his detachment anymore, he was at a disadvantage in the physical confrontation, and sacrificed the Pengyu Sword that cultivates life and death."

"These are not those golden feathers that are shot out casually, they are refined from the divine Peng feather sacrifice, and it is one of the most powerful killing techniques of the Tianpeng clan!"

"The Peng Yu sword is something with the imprint of racial inheritance. He is a descendant of the old Peng King. It is hard to estimate how much damage it has!"

Many monster monks were talking in low voices, feeling that Ye Fan was in a bad situation and was in danger.

"What's the big deal? Roast the bird and burn it all over the fire. Let's see how crazy he is!" the big black dog muttered.

"This crazy birdman is too scary, I think it's more disturbing than Son of Light!" Tu Fei said to himself.

"Fortunately, his cultivation has been suppressed to the second level of the Taoist Palace, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." Yan Ruyu said calmly, "Once the Peng Yu sword is successful, one hundred and eight thousand divine peng feathers will come out, and the sky will be chaotic. land."

"It's really surprising that this age group sacrificed their own Pengyu Sword."

In the sky, the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were very sharp, like a sword drawn from the sky, and the light that shot out made people palpitate.

"Thousand feathers and thousand swords, cut!" He shouted loudly, and more than a thousand golden swords standing high in the sky slashed towards the same target.

Thousands of sword lights strike, splitting the sky and earth, submerging Ye Fan below. This is a shuddering offensive. Thousands of swords come out together, cutting through the sky.

"Hey!", "Hey!", "Hey!"...

Dazzling rays of light, each one is as thick as a bucket, unparalleled in sharpness, rushing towards them like dragons, invincible, as if they could pierce through the sky!

"Dang!", "Dang!", "Dang!"...

Ye Fan's gestures were all holy methods of fighting, smashing one after another of the sword lights, and Li Vulcan furnace hung above his head, and he went to kill King Xiaopeng with golden wings.

This is a very thrilling scene, a thousand feathers and a thousand swords, chopping the world, the power is astonishing.

In the distance, the people watching the battle felt chills on their backs, and they were constantly catching cold air. They all felt the horrifying killing intent even at such a distance.

Even if this is the case outside the court, let alone in the sword forest, it is hard to imagine how powerful the killing intent Ye Fan endured.

Hundreds of thousands of swords flew across the sky, and each golden sword had a terrifying killing intent, and when they gathered together, they formed a terrifying and destructive aura.

"When!", "When!"...

Ye Fan opened and closed like a god of war, bathed in divine brilliance, making the sky tremble. He fought all the way, although there were thousands of swords slashing, they couldn't stop him at all.

All the sword lights in the sky were broken by him. This is the supreme power of the ancient holy body, which is stronger than the sword of the magic weapon, and it will break whatever it hits.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King stood still, standing in the forest of swords, with a boundless murderous intent in his eyes, and shouted: "Three thousand swords, chaotic void!"

"Clang clang..."

The divine swords blared together, and three thousand golden divine swords shot at the same time, and the sword lights intertwined, forming a terrifying net of heaven and earth, dense and dense.

With such a powerful offensive, even Ye Fan's ancient holy body felt a splitting pain.

The three thousand great swords came out together, splitting the sky, and the sword energy soared to the sky, and he was chopped off and flew out.

"Chichichi..."

The sword light is like a rainbow, piercing through the sky and the earth, one after another, endlessly, dazzling in the sky.

"boom!"

Ye Fan tried his best to shatter thousands of sword glows, and then began to move Li Vulcan furnace.

The stove zoomed in rapidly above its head, and the multicolored stove cover clanged loudly, flying into the sky, and a large black flame burst out from the black hole of the stove.

"Clang clang!"

Thousands of great swords struck, and were covered by black flames at once. The scorching heat made people horrified, and [-] golden great swords were melted on the spot.

The golden light flickered in the sky, and in the black flames, the golden color gradually dimmed, and more than a thousand Pengyu swords were destroyed and burned into ashes.

Gold-winged Xiaopeng King's blond hair stood on end, he danced wildly, his eyes glowed coldly, and more than a thousand great swords were destroyed, which made him very heartbroken, and he couldn't help but let out a long cry.