Chapter 260 One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords

There are sharp golden swords everywhere in the sky, each one spitting sword light and soaring into the sky. This is a frightening sea of ​​swords, endless as far as the eye can see, and the murderous intent is shocking to the world.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!

Many people in the sky were horrified. Anyone trapped in this kind of sword forest would be frightened.

"This birdman is so terrifying. How did he make so many great swords?" Tu Fei felt that something was wrong.

Qing Yi also changed his color and said: "It seems that the Golden Winged Peng King can no longer remain aloof. In the physical confrontation, he fell at a disadvantage and sacrificed the Peng Yu Sword."

"These are not those golden feathers that are shot out randomly. They are made from the feathers of the gods. They are one of the most powerful killing techniques of the Tianpeng tribe!"

"The Peng Yu Sword is something with the mark of racial inheritance. He is a descendant of the old Peng King. It is hard to estimate how lethal it is!"

Many demon 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 up, look at how arrogant he is!" the big black dog muttered.

"This crazy birdman is so terrifying. I think it's more disturbing than the Holy Son of Fluttering Light!" Tu Fei said to himself.

"Fortunately, his cultivation has been suppressed to the second level of the Dao Palace, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." Yan Ruyu said with a calm expression: "Once the Peng Yu Sword is completed, one hundred and eight thousand divine Peng feathers will come out, which will cause chaos in the sky.

land."

"It's really surprising that someone at this age has used his pengyu sword."

In the sky, the golden-winged Peng King stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were very sharp, like a sword unsheathed from the sky, and the light emitted was heart-stopping.

"Thousands of Feathers and Thousands of Swords, slash!" He shouted loudly, and more than a thousand golden swords standing in the sky struck at the same target.

Thousands of swords struck, splitting the sky and the earth, submerging Ye Fan below. This was a shuddering offensive, thousands of swords came out at once, slashing high in the sky.

"Chi", "Chi", "Chi"...

The dazzling rays of light are each as thick as a bucket and extremely sharp, like dragons rushing over one after another, indestructible, as if they can penetrate the sky!

"When", "when", "when"...

Ye Fan raised his hands and feet, all using the holy method of fighting, smashing the sword rays into pieces. The Lihuo God Furnace hung above his head, and he killed the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King.

This is a very thrilling scene. Thousands of feathers and thousands of swords slash the heaven and earth with astonishing power.

Far in the sky, those watching the battle felt chills running down their spines, and the cold air kept coming out. Even from such a distance, they all felt the terrifying murderous intent. The sword rays were as thick as buckets, and the murderous intent was endless, making people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.

Even outside the court, let alone in the forest of swords, it's hard to imagine how powerful Ye Fan was with the killing intent.

Thousands of swords flew across the sky, and each golden divine sword exuded terrifying murderous intent. Together, they formed a terrifying and destructive aura.

"When", "when"...

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

All the swords in the sky were knocked to pieces by him. This was the supreme power of the ancient holy body. It was stronger than the sword of the divine weapon and could break anything it hit.

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

"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

The divine swords roared in unison, and three thousand golden divine swords fired at the same time. The sword lights intertwined, forming a terrifying dragnet, dense and formidable.

With such a powerful offensive, even Ye Fan's ancient holy body felt the pain of being cut apart.

Three thousand swords came out at once, splitting the sky, the sword energy soared into the sky, and he was sent flying backwards.

"Chichichi..."

The sword light is like a rainbow, penetrating the sky and the earth, one after another, endless, and the sky is dazzling.

"boom"

Ye Fan struggled to shatter thousands of sword lights, and then began to activate the Lihuo God Furnace.

The stove quickly enlarged above his head, the colorful stove lid clanged loudly, and flew into the sky. A large black flame burst out of the dark stove mouth.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang"

Thousands of great swords came and were suddenly covered in black flames. The scorching temperature was so frightening that one thousand three hundred golden great swords were melted on the spot.

Golden light flickered in the sky, and in the black flames, the gold slowly dimmed, and more than a thousand Peng Yu swords were destroyed and burned to ashes.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's blond hair stood on end and danced wildly, his eyes shone coldly, and more than a thousand swords were destroyed. This made him very painful and he couldn't help but let out a loud roar.

"What kind of fire is that, so terrifying?"

"Peng Yu's sword is so sharp that it burned more than a thousand swords in one blow. It's really surprising."

"Could it be the kind of flames that burned the elders of the Ji family to death? No, it's not the kind of colorful flames."

The people watching the battle all changed their colors. The flames were so hot that it made people feel palpitated even from such a distance. If they were covered, the consequences would be disastrous.

The Lihuo God Furnace shone brightly, blooming with five-color glazed light, hanging above Ye Fan's head, with flames rising and burning, and the black fire distorted the void.

Surrounded by such flames, his precious body flashed, his fighting spirit was high, he stepped forward in the void, and pressed forward.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng looked indifferent and shouted: "Pengyu is reborn!"

His body was like gold, and he shot out streaks of divine light. After the golden sword was replenished, it became a hundred and eight thousand swords.

The powerful killing intent gathered together to form a forest of despairing swords. Every big sword clanked, and the sound of the sword shook the sky!

"He actually understood the Tianpeng clan's great killing skills to such a level, to the point where Peng Yu is reborn and the sword's will is immortal!"

"There are one hundred and eight thousand swords. If the sword's intention is not destroyed, the divine sword will not be destroyed unless all the great swords are destroyed in one go!"

In the distance, no one remains unmoved. Such an immortal sword will give any opponent a headache. They will continue to live and breathe, and will eventually be killed by it.

"Thousands of swords move together!"

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King shouted loudly, and tens of thousands of big swords vibrated. The sword energy was dazzling, piercing the void, and twisting into a terrifying sword network here.

Ye Fan activated the Lihuo Divine Furnace and magnified it to a height of a hundred feet, like a mountain peak standing in the sky.

Now, there is nothing to hold back, endless black flames are rushing in all directions.

This is the black flame taken from the Fallen Sun Ridge in the Taichu restricted area. Although it is taken from the surface, it also has a very terrifying temperature.

"boom"

The fire was raging into the sky, and the black divine flames swept across all directions. Tens of thousands of great swords were swallowed up and slowly burned.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's whole body bloomed with brilliance, and tens of thousands of great swords rushed out, replenishing the sword forest again.

"This pervert!" Tu Fei was shocked.

"If this continues, the black flame will dry up sooner or later, but his Pengyu Sword will not be extinguished, and the consequences for Ye Fan will be disastrous." Qing Yi said in a deep voice.

"That's not necessarily true. He keeps regenerating Peng Yu and is also paying a price. If it goes on for a long time, he may not be able to bear it." Yan Ruyu said.

One hundred and eight thousand swords, ten thousand swords moved together, cutting through the sky and drowning Ye Fan. He used the Lihuo God Furnace to clear the way and killed the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King.

"boom"

Black fire surged into the sky, raging in all directions, rushing towards the sword.

One hundred and eight thousand swords vibrated together, and endless killing intent rushed out, forming a huge divine sword that towered into the sky. This was the killing intent of one hundred and eight thousand swords!

"Chi"

The thousand-foot-long sword was immediately chopped down. This terrifying murderous intention gave Ye Fan a chill. Hundreds and eight thousand swords merged into one, and the murderous intention was boundless!

"boom"

Ye Fan was suddenly thrown away. Such a killing technique caused a terrible impact on his ancient holy body.

"Pervert, is this still a showdown in the second level of the Dao Palace?!"

"The Tianpeng tribe's killing skills are terrifying. If it had not been the ancient holy body, if it had been another person, I would have been destroyed both physically and mentally."

…

In the distant sky, everyone can't calm down.

"boom"

Ye Fan activated the Lihuo God Furnace, and the fire burned in all directions, sweeping towards the hundred and eighty thousand swords.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

The golden swords shot out like a rainbow and appeared behind the Golden Winged Peng King, avoiding the fire that filled the sky.

Although he had reached the point where Peng Yu was reborn, he could not withstand such a terrifying flame and he did not want to be damaged.

The two confront each other!

The Golden-Winged Peng King did not expect that his natural killing skill would be restrained by his opponent. The black flames in the opponent's furnace were a great threat to his Peng Yu Sword.

"The ancient holy body can indeed be proud of its peers, and can vaguely suppress the Golden Winged Peng King." Tu Fei said happily.

Qing Yi shook his head and said: "It's too early to say this. The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King has the potential to become the great emperor. No matter from any aspect, it is not weaker than the Ancient Holy Body. Now it is just that the weapons are incompatible."

"There are still some differences. His body was tempered in the secret realm of the Four Pole." Tu Fei said.
To be continued...