Chapter 322 The ancient desolate god, the ancient dragon!
The Holy Son of Dapeng covered his severed right hand, his eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger, and his angry face was extremely distorted.
He, a master of the Guiyi Realm and the holy son of the Tiansheng Shen Sect, was actually injured by a cultivator of the Celestial Phantasm Realm.
Moreover, it was still in front of so many people.
This made him, who was once arrogant, almost go berserk on the spot.
But Shen Chenfeng's performance was even more furious than him.
Torrential demonic energy soared into the sky, with scarlet eyes and a hideous face, like a ghost, filled with unparalleled resentment and hatred.
"If it weren't for you beasts, how could my Wan'er be in this situation?"
"I want you beasts to be buried with me, Wan'er!"
Amidst Shen Chenfeng's roar, he stepped into the void and struck out with his sword again.
This dazzling sword light turned into a crescent moon, full of power, surge and sharpness. It was more violent and terrifying than the cross-shaped sword energy just now.
Accompanied by his lingering anger, he rushed out wildly.
Who is more resentful than whom?
Who is more angry than whom?
Holy Son Dapeng could clearly feel the terrifying power of this sword. However, he relied on his identity and refused to retreat or dodge.
"Chen Chenfeng, you are an ant looking for death, so don't blame me for being cruel."
The Holy Son of Dapeng looked up to the sky and roared angrily. The golden light in his eyes shone, and the illusory wings behind his back flapped rapidly, whipping up endless violent winds.
Boom!
The strong wind exploded, and a big bird with a height of several dozen feet, a golden body, full of sharpness and pride, flashed out of the space.
The wild breath made the heaven and earth shake.
The sacred aura made countless dead souls tremble.
"The ancient holy beast, the golden-winged roc."
"He, he... turned into an ancient holy beast?"
"Oh my god, is he a man or a beast?"
Seeing the extremely arrogant big bird that covered the sky and the sun, everyone was shocked.
"Ant, suffer death!"
The golden-winged roc stretched out its sharp claws and crushed the crescent-shaped sword energy. Immediately, it roared loudly, shaking the surrounding areas. Its huge wings flapped hard, and a storm suddenly set off.
This storm was so violent that it made the space blurry, as if it was about to be torn apart.
"cut!"
Shen Chenfeng showed no fear. He held the smoke-containing sword and turned it into a huge half-moon sword energy, slashing out against the storm.
But he had just cut through the storm in the sky, and before he had time to take a breath, a golden wing, carrying an unrivaled sharp aura, came to him in an instant.
"Xiaoyao Baji, Tianpeng strikes!"
The wings of more than ten feet are like the sword of more than ten feet, its sharp edge swallows the sky and cuts down fiercely.
Shen Chenfeng had no time to resist and hurriedly raised the smoke-containing sword.
Click!
A fierce golden light flashed, and the smoky flying sword that had been with him for several months was cut off by the Holy Son of Dapeng.
Immediately afterwards, the golden light surged and continued to move, carrying unparalleled power, tearing apart the sky and slashing hard at Shen Chenfeng's chest.
Stab!
The sharp golden wings struck Shen Chenfeng's scales, bursting out a series of sparks and creating a wound deep enough to show the bone.
But the strange thing is that not a drop of blood flows out through the wound.
"Eh... scale armor?"
The Holy Son of Dapeng was slightly surprised. If it had been any other cultivator, he would have killed him with one blow.
But he didn't expect that Shen Chenfeng's body was so powerful. He could resist his full blow and still didn't die.
However, he smiled contemptuously, obviously not taking it to heart, and said contemptuously: "I didn't expect that you, an ant, can resist one blow from me. In that case, I will give you another blow and see how you can resist it!"
With that said, Holy Son Dapeng waved his golden wings and came to Shen Chenfeng again.
That extremely sharp aura was unstoppable, as if it was going to tear everything in front of it apart.
"No, that kid is in danger."
"If something happens to him, it will be too late for us to split the Heaven Demon Sect."
"He is Zhang Ruoli's disciple, we must not let anything happen to him."
The faces of Yu Li and Yue Yuanhua changed greatly, and they quickly moved towards Shen Chenfeng.
at this time!
Shen Chenfeng suddenly raised his arm, and his palm turned into a huge dragon claw, easily grabbing the wings of the golden-winged roc.
"you?"
Looking at the dragon claw in Shen Chenfeng's hand, Saint Dapeng's heart beat wildly.
"Do you see clearly?"
Shen Chenfeng raised his eyes, with a ferocious expression on his face, and said, "That's how I resisted."
"What?"
The Holy Son of Dapeng suddenly changed his color, and a deep sense of humiliation flashed in his eyes.
He just said it casually, let's see how you resist. But unexpectedly, Shen Chenfeng slapped her directly in the face.
Did you see it?
That's how I resisted.
I easily resisted your attack.
"You ant, you dare to speak harshly even when you are about to die."
The Holy Son of Dapeng was filled with rage, he screamed, and the golden light from his body surged.
But before he could show off his power, a more terrifying, more ferocious, and more majestic anger suddenly burst out from in front of him.
"Ants?"
"Open your eyes today and see which one of us is the ant!"
Boom!
Shen Chenfeng roared angrily, and billowing demonic energy rose into the sky.
In the midst of the endless demonic energy, a giant dragon that was dozens of feet long, with a shining black body, seven feet of horns on its head, and six sharp claws on its feet suddenly appeared.
Unlike ordinary dragons, he does not have any sacred aura, but is filled with endless darkness and coldness.
"How can this be?"
Seeing this dark and gloomy dragon, Jin Chihai and Yue Yuanhua's eyes widened.
Wasn't it a five-clawed golden dragon just now? Why did it suddenly turn into a black dragon?
Moreover, the strength and momentum of this giant dragon are even more powerful than the five-clawed golden dragon, which actually makes them, masters of Guiyi Realm, feel a faint sense of fear.
The Holy Son of Dapeng was even more frightened. He looked at the six sharp claws under the giant dragon, and his heart began to tremble crazily.
Six claws!
Among the dragons, the level is determined by dragon claws and color.
Among them, the ordinary giant dragon only has four sharp claws.
Even the golden dragon, as a king, only has five dragon claws.
But the giant dragon in front of him actually had six sharp claws, and was filled with such a cold and dark aura.
"Ancient desolate god, ancient demonic dragon!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng flapped his wings in panic and backed away.
The ancient wild gods are creatures that are more cruel, more ferocious, and more vicious than the holy beasts. They are fierce and majestic, and they are the embodiment of killing.
The Holy Son Dapeng didn't know why Shen Chenfeng could transform into the ancient desolate god, and he didn't want to know the reason.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
escape!
Run away quickly!
When the God of Desolation appears, there will be chaos and bloodshed.
"Run away."
Holy Son Dapeng ran away while giving orders to the Shen Sect disciples.
At this moment, a ray of demonic energy that penetrated the sky and the earth suddenly struck right in front of the Holy Son of Dapeng. The Holy Son of Dapeng was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped and almost bumped into him.
