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"Brother Peng, don't do this!" The Holy Master of the Wind Clan was surprised and raised his hand to stop him.

The other people next to him were even more shocked. Everyone knew that Old Peng Wang was extremely domineering and protective of his weaknesses. He doted on his grandson who was so handsome, and he never thought that he would kill him with his own hands.

Gold-winged Xiaopeng King was aroused by the killing intent, and he came to his senses, as if enlightened, fast and at peace, his eyes were a little dim, and he didn't say a word.

"Do you understand?" The old Peng Wang's finger was full of golden light, as long as he poked forward, his head would be split into pieces.

"I understand." King Gold Wing Xiaopeng said calmly, ignoring the danger of life and death.

"At least you didn't let me down completely." Old Peng Wang raised his head, his golden Taoist robe fluttered, and he strode away.

Ye Fan was shocked, this old king Peng is really not simple, no wonder he can rule the world.

"Brother Peng, please stop, I have the holy medicine for healing." The Holy Master of the Wind Clan said, it is impossible for him to ignore such a thing on his birthday.

"No need." Old Peng Wang didn't look back, he disappeared in one step, and was about to lose his trace.

"If you can't break through the nine barriers set by our saints, you will never be born again." These were his last words.

"Does the old Peng king want the life of his grandson? The nine tests set by the ancient sages, 10,000+ years, the number of people who can pass is less than two hands!"

"King Xiaopeng has been abolished. What is his intention of doing this? Is it to let him rebuild his life?"

The monks present, whether they were the elders or the younger generation, were inexplicably surprised.

"The Heavenly Demon Slayer Art is really terrifying, but it's just showing the four forms, that's all. I really don't know what kind of terrifying power the next five forms will have..."

Everyone's heart trembled, the corpse of the ancient sage lay down, and the blood stained the ground, those scenes seemed to be still emerging in front of his eyes, and it was difficult for everyone to calm down.

People can't help but look at Ye Fan. He actually cracked the first four formulas of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Art. Although he was on the verge of death, he succeeded in the end. I really don't know how he did it. People tried to recall but found that kind of holy art. Unfathomable.

Everyone was awe-inspiring, and secretly surprised by Ye Fan's methods. If he can survive, his future is limitless, and now he can look up to the younger generation.

Although he is about to die, but his power is even stronger, his light can't be seen, and his god-king body can't be seen, so who will compete with him?It is definitely the most authentic portrayal of him at this moment!

The Lord of the Wind Clan nodded to him, raised his hand and threw a bottle of holy medicine for healing, turned around and left, and the other figures of the Lord level also disappeared.

The cold mountain wind blows, the trees shake, and the leaves fall. After the war, the endless mountains are devastated, and there is a kind of chill of autumn.

The younger generation, whether it is the sons of the saints or the saints, all have chills in their hearts, and everyone is extremely afraid of the combat power of the holy body.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a cold light suddenly appeared, murderous!

A faint phantom suddenly appeared beside Ye Fan, and the iron sword pierced into Ye Fan's chest, too quickly and suddenly.

Everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and many people thought to themselves, if it were themselves, they would definitely not be able to avoid it, and they would definitely die.

"when!"

Ye Fan couldn't bear it, and his golden fist slammed on the sword's edge, but he was still stabbed with a terrible wound on his chest, and golden blood flowed.

"Zheng!"

A sword cold lighted the earth, and another figure flew over, hunting in white, like a flying fairy outside the sky!

It was so fast that no one could react. A woman in white was united with the sword and rushed forward, the sword pointed directly at Ye Fan's head.

There is no way to avoid it, everything is so abrupt and fast, it appears out of thin air!

Chapter 475

The peerless sword's edge, emerald green like water, puffs out the sword light, pointing directly at Ye Fan's head, there is no way to avoid it, this is lore!

No one would have thought that such an accident would happen just after the battle between Ye Fan and the King of Golden Wings Xiaopeng, and that someone appeared out of thin air with all-powerful means.

The shocking assassination made everyone feel cold. Who could escape such an assassination?Not knowing how she appeared, the sword edge had already stabbed in front of the head.

Sharp and ruthless, he pays attention to one-shot kills. If he is stabbed, his body and spirit must be destroyed, and there is no reason to survive.

"Wang!"

The big black dog roared, like a savage dragon roaring, the trembling mountains were shaking, and endless vegetation collapsed, but no matter how terrible its roar was, it could not solve the near disaster.

"Big Brother..." Little Nannan exclaimed, she hadn't watched the battle just now, it was too bloody, Li Heishui waited until the battle was over before carrying her out.However, when the little girl saw this scene, she burst into tears.

Liehun in white clothes, flying immortals outside the sky, peerless sword glow, cut off a strand of Ye Fan's hair, almost piercing his skull.

At this critical moment, Ye Fan's body bent down and turned into a dragon-shaped dao trace, which became the dividing line between Yin and Yang in the Tai Chi Divine Diagram.

This is the trace of the avenue!

But this was not enough, even if he could break through the limit speed, he still couldn't dodge the sword that pierced his head, and the blade had already touched his skin and bones.

"brush!"

The footwork of the old lunatic also evolved and became part of the dragon-shaped Dao Mark, helping him fly away as a dragon.

The golden blood was dotted, and the hair was cut off. Ye Fan still couldn't dodge the sword, it had already stabbed down, and was about to pierce his head.

Time seemed to freeze, everyone held their breath, and everyone opened their eyes wide, paying close attention.

The Doomsday Eucharist is extremely powerful, defeated the invincible King Xiaopeng with golden wings, but is he going to be attacked and killed here?It is difficult for everyone to calm down.

This kind of assassination is too terrifying, and it is difficult for anyone to avoid the past. The unparalleled way of killing people is really the holy art of killing!

Time seemed to stand still, and countless "Tao" tracks flashed in Ye Fan's mind, how to decipher it, is he really going to die?

Perhaps, triggering the secret of all characters can increase his speed many times and avoid disasters, but it will take time, and he has no way to use it at all.

At this moment, a series of pictures flashed in his mind continuously, and suddenly a kind of holy art emerged in his mind.

It was the inheritance of the Heavenly Court, like a comet flying across the sky, passing through his heart and illuminating his sea of ​​hearts.

False magic!

Realize in nothingness, kill people invisibly, it is the secret technique of heaven and earth!

Ye Fan received the Heavenly Court inheritance for a very short time. Although he had comprehended it, he had never used it. At this moment, he had a flash of inspiration and had no other choice but to work.

"brush!"

Almost in an instant, his figure was blurred, and it was hidden in the air, as if he had ceased to exist. The magic of the heavens evolved together with his dragon-shaped Taoist body.

He is like a flickering light, skimming through nothingness, reaching the extreme speed, his body is very blurred, hovering between the virtual and the real.

The peerless sword edge stabbed past, pierced into the blurred phantom, a little bit of golden blood spattered, but failed to penetrate.