But I didn't expect that this time a Shenlun clan would come, and he was also the king of this clan.

These days, no matter which force is collecting the information of the Ancient Clan, the Demon God Palace is no exception. The Shenlun Clan is the Ancient Royal Clan. Their racial talent is second only to the Ancient Royal Clan, not to mention that they are also among the top ten vicious clans among the royal family.

The named race is bloodthirsty and aggressive.

Recently, there have been several reports of people from this clan taking action. It is rare to meet an opponent in the same realm, not to mention that this is a king. King Xiaopeng will definitely suffer from it!

The battlefield fell silent for a moment, and everyone made way for the King of the Divine Wheel Clan and King Xiaopeng. No one dared to stand in the midst of the murderous intent and fighting intent of these two.

This was a duel, but almost everyone thought it was a massacre, and no one thought Xiaopeng Wang could win.

Xiaopeng Wang's uncle wanted to persuade him again, but saw a hand blocking his face.

"Don't worry, Brother Peng won't lose."

Xiao Yan was dressed in black with red stripes like feathers. He didn't know when he arrived here.

"Lord Demon God."

After seeing Xiao Yan, the demon clan almost instantly felt their hearts in their stomachs.

This is because their demon god has really stolen the show recently. He even killed the seven kings of the ancient clan without a single move, and his power is unparalleled. Therefore, after seeing Xiao Yan appear, everyone became concerned.

In my belly, the mere king of the ancient clan is not worth mentioning in front of the Demon God.

The king of the Shenlun Clan glanced at Xiao Yan, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

The demon god has finally appeared.

Even the ancestor king dares to call himself a god even if he doesn’t belong to a mere clan. Today is the day of your death!

At the moment when the king of the Shenlun clan drifted toward Xiao Yan, King Xiaopeng's momentum changed, and the golden fighting spirit converged, and then he used Tianpeng's extreme speed and rushed towards the king of the Shenlun clan.

A golden brilliance flashed away, and King Xiaopeng passed by him.

The king of the Shenlun Clan still had a smile on his face, but the next second his eyebrows were separated by a bright golden light.

"..."

It didn't even leave a last word, and its soul was wiped out by the sword. There was no big problem with its physical body, but it was split into two halves.

clang

The blue divine wheel fell to the ground, but it was not injured at all.

"call--"

King Xiaopeng puffed up his energy, and at some point a bright golden peng-feather sword appeared in his hand.

The demon monks and ancient creatures present could not see clearly the process of drawing and drawing the sword.

King Xiaopeng moved.

The king of the Divine Wheel Tribe is dead.

King Xiaopeng has an extra sword in his hand.

It's that simple.

After killing the enemy, the Peng Yu Sword in King Xiao Peng's hand slowly turned into vitality, blood essence, spiritual thoughts, Tao principles, etc., and returned to his body.

kendo.

This is His way, His law.

Luo Mo used the art of feathering to refine the remains of the saint into his body, and used the art of great treasure refining to build a large human body formation for him, using the human body as a magical treasure to refine.

And this magic weapon is not his body, but his sword, or sword intention.

His sword does not usually exist. Only when he needs it will it be condensed from his own essence, blood, mind, thoughts, principles, etc., and he can gather all his strength to make a brilliant sword.

Breaking through the levels left by his own Tianpeng Saint, Xiaopeng Wang has a deeper understanding of this method, and the saint's blood in his body has also been refined a lot. If he hadn't paved the way for the divine ban in order to solidify his foundation, he would have been promoted to a higher level.

A high level has been reached.

Even so, when he drew his sword, his combat power had already exceeded the eight forbidden limits.

However, he did not step into the Divine Forbidden City. Instead, he used his physical body to build a treasure refining array to temper his sword intent, cleverly bypassing the eight restrictions and gaining the Divine Forbidden Combat Power.

It only has combat power, and no other improvements such as understanding during divine imprisonment. It is equivalent to possessing a powerful magic weapon.

After wielding this sword, Xiaopeng Wang himself was also very exhausted. Although at his level, he would not be tired even if he fought for several days, but the instantaneous output power of the method Xiao Yan taught him was too great. He

Currently, there are at most three sword cuts.

And his goal is to cut off everything about himself with one sword and try the most brilliant explosion in the way of swordsmanship. The sword is everything.

For Xiao Yan, this effect was definitely not enough, but everyone else was dumbfounded.

What just happened?

King Xiaopeng instantly chopped down a king with one sword?

And he is also the king of the Kamrin Clan, one of the ten most ferocious clans among the royal clan?

There was silence on the side of the Taikoo tribe. Their leader was chopped down by his opponent's sword and his soul was wiped out. Do we still need to fight?

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that the demon clan would have so many geniuses. It seems that today, I will be in trouble again."

Just when the Taikoo clan was panicking, a powerful aura appeared from behind the Taikoo clan, overwhelming the world. The Taikoo clan knelt down in groups to welcome its arrival.

"No, it's the ancient ancestor king!" Uncle Xiaopeng Wang's eyes were horrified.
Chapter completed!