Although Ye Fan is known as the first genius of all time, no one knows how strong he is!
Previously, Crocodile Tong[ www.biqugew.co] competed with him for strength, but was flicked away with one finger and turned into nothingness!
Therefore, Peng Wuji and other demon clans naturally believe that he is a powerful person.
God is fair, no one can master all fields!
Powerful people often have a shortcoming in speed.
Who would have thought that now, Ye Fan would cut off the wings of a hundred thousand Peng clan in an instant.
This also means that he swung his sword a hundred thousand times in an instant!
What a terrifying concept is this?
Just now Peng Wuji deliberately showed off his speed, circling the city hundreds of times in a few breaths, which was already shocking.
But when compared with Ye Fan, he was immediately at a disadvantage, and the difference was not even a little bit, it was like a world of difference.
The 100,000 Peng warriors who originally covered the sky and the sun all fell to the ground, their wings were broken, and they screamed in agony.
For the Peng tribe, wings are the most critical part and the source of strength.
With one wing broken, they cannot maintain their body balance and can no longer fly in the sky.
To regenerate a broken wing is as difficult as climbing to the sky, it is almost impossible.
This also means that Ye Fan only used one sword to destroy 100,000 Peng warriors. This number has reached one-tenth of the total number of Peng clan.
And Peng Wuji, the young genius, also fell and became a waste.
The speed that he was proud of was vulnerable to Mark.
"Ahhh!"
Peng Wuji let out a scream of grief and anger, and looked at Ye Fan with eyes full of unforgettable hatred: "I don't accept it! Why? Why on earth is this? How can a mere human race always have such extreme speed?!"
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It is dozens of miles away from Baidi City.
Seeing the desolation of life and the tragic situation of the Peng clan's demise, the three major demon clans were all shocked.
Now, many monster clans still don't know how powerful Ye Fan is, but the strength Ye Fan has shown has obviously exceeded their imagination.
At this moment, these monsters truly realized how powerful Ye Fan was!
No wonder he was able to kill the Demon Wolf King and subdue the Green Dragon King!
The eyes of all the demon clan looking at Ye Fan suddenly changed. Instead of showing any contempt, they were filled with fear.
Ye Fan in front of the city gate is no longer a young human monk. He seems to have transformed into a peerless killing god, a killing god from the Nine Nether Hell.
Once he takes action, it is destined to be followed by a sea of blood.
"Ahhhh..."
Suddenly, King Jinpeng, who was hanging high in the eastern sky, suddenly burst into an angry roar. He was so angry that the divine light blooming in his golden eyes was enough to tear the sky and shatter the void.
King Jinpeng stared straight at Ye Fan, gritting his teeth: "You bastard, you dare to hurt my child, hurt my 100,000 people, you deserve death!!!"
His roar resounded through the sky, and the anger contained in it was like a volcanic eruption, enough to drown everything in the world.
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and majestic murderous aura erupted from King Jinpeng's body, shattering the clouds on the horizon and shaking all directions.
He is the king of the Peng clan and the supreme being in the ruins.
This time, he led his clan members out in full force, not only to seize the holy weapon, but also to unify the entire ruins through the great luck contained in the holy weapon.
Unexpectedly, before the shadow of the holy weapon could be seen, his son was killed, and one hundred thousand clan members were seriously injured, unable to fight anymore.
Such a huge loss is simply unbearable for the Peng clan.
King Jinpeng's gaze penetrated dozens of miles away, piercing Ye Fan like an unsheathed sword.
"Little beast, I will fight you until death! If I don't kill you today, it won't be enough to vent the hatred in my heart!!!"
Faced with this threat, Ye Fan was not afraid at all. He looked up at King Jinpeng high in the sky in the east and said coldly: "How dare you, the mere Peng clan, make noise in front of me? If you continue to make noise, I will destroy your entire clan without even a blade of grass."
Keep!"
At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to be a god who controlled life and death. He could take life or death in a single thought.
"you!!!"
King Jinpeng was furious and could not restrain the anger in his heart. He spread his wings and the golden feathers stood up like sharp swords.
Just when he was about to launch a thunderous strike, the Giant Crocodile King suddenly said: "King Jinpeng, have you forgotten your previous agreement? Our three tribes sent juniors to fight for the sacred artifact. Now that the competition is not over, you can't take action!
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Regarding the tragic situation of the Peng tribe, the giant crocodile king was not sad, but rather gloated about the misfortune.
Previously, Crocodile Tongtian was killed by Ye Fan with one finger. He wanted to take action, but King Jinpeng used this reason to stop him.
But now, the tide has turned!
After hearing what the Giant Crocodile King said, King Jinpeng was so angry that he was shaking all over and almost vomiting blood, but he finally held it back.
…
In front of Baidi City.
Among the three major monster clan forces, the Crocodile clan all knelt down and bowed their heads and proclaimed their vassal, while the Peng clan had their wings cut off and had no strength to fight anymore.
In the end, only Ape Zhankong is left!
Although Yuan Zhankong didn't take action, he had been observing Ye Fan's movements.
But the more he observed, the more shocked he became!
Ye Fan gave him the feeling that he was like a legendary god, impeccable, as if he had no flaws.
What's more important is that Ye Fan still has a sacred weapon in his hand that can bring luck to the world, but he has never sacrificed it.
At this moment, even Yuan Zhankong, who was fearless, felt great pressure, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Even the hand holding the black iron heavy stick was trembling slightly.
Although Yuan Zhankong has always been famous for his unruly nature, he is the most famous fighting maniac in the ruins.
However, who in the world is not afraid of Ye Fan’s unpredictable methods just now?
For a moment, Yuan Zhankong stood there with a gloomy expression on his face, as if he was caught in the middle of a battle between heaven and man.
"boom!"
Suddenly, Yuan Zhankong straightened his back, tall and mighty, and the blood energy burst out from the top of his head, straight into the sky, like beacon fire and smoke, gathering but not dispersing, penetrating the heaven and earth, like an eternal light.
Then, he looked at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with boiling fighting spirit, and shouted:
"Ye Fan, it's an honor to fight against a strong opponent like you!"
"The fighting spirit will last until death!"
"Today, even if I die in your hands, I will have no regrets!"
"If I don't die in this battle, my cultivation will definitely advance by leaps and bounds, reaching the realm of the Demon King, and I will have no rival in the world!"
"Come on! Fight hard!"
Having said that, Yuan Zhankong was like an ancient god of war possessing him, sweeping across with a heavy stick, crowning the world bravely, and dancing around the world!
In terms of bravery and stamina, no one in the world can match him!