An extremely terrifying scene emerged. The ancient saint lay prone on his body, and blood flowed, falling at his feet, making him full of demonic surnames.
"Did he really summon an ancient saint from the Tianpeng tribe?"
"It shouldn't be. Endless years have passed and it's impossible for any heroic spirit to be summoned. Maybe it's just the manifestation of the law of the great avenue!"
A group of young monks were shocked, shocked, and talking about it.
"You pay the price for your contempt now!" The Golden Winged Peng King was covered in golden divine clothes, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his golden scepter stood at attention.
"Qiang!"
Ji Yiyun was too lazy to pay attention to the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King. He held the Qingfeng Sword Shadow in one hand and swung out sword energy one after another. The huge sword shadow had shrunk to dozens of meters. The sword energy that burst out was extremely condensed, like a hanging sword. The galaxy swept across thousands of armies.
At this time, the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King is the ideal sparring partner. It would be a pity not to use such a good tool man. Ji Yiyun holds the sword shadow in one hand and draws out the sword energy again and again. The rules of kendo begin to accelerate and condense. Ji Yiyun enjoys the speed.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King is invincible. Every move he makes is in accordance with the laws of the Great Dao. He holds the scepter as if he were the king of the world. He strode forward and swung the scepter to crush the sword energy like a galaxy.
Ji Yiyun didn't seem to feel the pressure of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King. He concentrated on drawing out the sword one after another. The sword aura was more terrifying than the sword aura. The shadow of the Qingfeng sword was also shrinking rapidly. After only a moment or two, it had changed. It has grown to a size of more than ten meters. It can be said that there is a lot of harvest, so why would you care about the clamor of a little chicken!
The ancient saint lay at his feet, with blood flowing, making the Golden Winged Peng King full of wildness. His majestic body was resurrected like a demon king, and he appeared in the world. However, he was chopped off in the head by sword auras. He waved his staff and shattered the sword auras again and again. , walking forward step by step, staring at Ji Yiyun cruelly in his eyes.
Ji Yiyun didn't even look at him now, but he drew his sword faster. The shadow of the sword was shrinking, and the sword energy was condensing. The sword energy was no longer the huge moon hanging, but lightning streaked across the sky, leaving only streaks of light. Flashing across the void, it struck at the Golden Winged Peng King instantly.
During this process, the Golden Winged Peng King's progress became slower and slower. It could be said that he almost stopped moving forward. The scepter in his hand turned into a phantom. Countless scepter shadows broke through the sword energy before he could continue to move forward. OK.
There was only a few dozen miles that could normally be crossed with one step, but now he had to take steps hobbled, and every step caused the void to tremble. One can imagine the terrible pressure he was under.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King was at a disadvantage time and time again in this battle. Ji Yiyun put too much pressure on him, and he could suppress him with just a few gestures. However, how could the rebellious Golden-winged Little Peng King be willing to admit defeat? His pride could not Give yourself permission to do this.
"I, the Golden Peng, are not afraid of you!" the Golden Winged Peng King roared.
"Boom"
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King burned his blood, and the golden smoke evaporated above his head. The golden scepter was like the sky, and it swung down. The sky and the earth collapsed, and a piece of sword energy was broken, and it suddenly rushed for more than ten miles, crossing half of the distance.
Ji Yiyun was now at a critical moment and did not want to be distracted or answer his words. The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King saw Ji Yiyun and did not make a sound. He seemed to wave to him again when he saw victory, and a smile appeared on his face.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng continued to work hard. As long as he broke out again, he could kill Ji Yiyun and return the humiliation given to Ji Yiyun a hundred times. The scepter flashed like light and lightning, shattering the sword energy of the galaxy, and kept moving forward.
At this time, the golden-winged Xiaopeng, who was in a happy mood, evolved the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique. It was as if the Heavenly Demon had come to the world. He was completely different from before. Every move shook the world and the earth, and the scepter waved and followed by the law of the great road.
As the Golden Winged Peng King got closer and closer, Ji Yiyun did not move away. Instead, his whole body and mind sank into the shadow of the Qingfeng Sword in his hand. The speed of drawing the sword suddenly was like a snail crawling. Only a sword energy was swung out, and a bright light It flashed and disappeared, forming a strong contrast with the golden light of the Golden Winged Peng King.
"Zheng!"
The several-meter-long green-edged sword shadow softly screamed, and the sword energy was only as bright as when the sword was first drawn. It instantly crossed the space and came to the Golden Winged Peng King. This was the sublimation of the law of swordsmanship, a sword energy that was about to be condensed to the extreme.
"boom!"
The Golden-winged Little Peng King waved his staff to resist, and the sword energy shattered. "Crack!" A crack appeared in the scepter. The Golden-winged Little Peng King flew upside down for dozens of miles and was blasted into a peak. He rose into the sky again, but in his heart was There was a throbbing, and if the scepter hadn't resisted the sword energy, he would have been cut into pieces by a sword energy.
"I don't believe it! I'm invincible!" The Golden Winged Peng King struggled to his death and resisted stubbornly. Golden light surged into the scepter, the cracks in the scepter healed, and he turned into a golden light and rushed towards Ji Yiyun.
"Zheng!"
The Golden Winged Peng King responded with a flash of sword energy. He was knocked away again. The golden scepter failed to defend against the sword energy. One of his arms was chopped off and then turned into powder and dissipated.
The arm connected to the body was breaking rapidly. He raised the scepter cruelly and blew the arm apart to save himself. Golden blood spurted out from the broken part. If he hadn't taken action in time, the sword energy and his body might have been destroyed. Shattered, that would be his eternal sleep.
"My journey as the Great Emperor...is this the end? I am not willing to..."
The Golden-winged Little Peng King was as tragic as a lone wolf, with blood and tears flowing out of his eyes, and his unruly expression turned into death-seeking sadness. The golden light in the Golden-winged Little Peng King's eyes dimmed, and he raised his scepter to attack at a faster speed.
"Zheng!"
Ji Yiyun responded with a sword energy. The Golden Winged Peng King was knocked away again, and golden blood flowed all over his body. There were no more scars on his body. It was just that he wanted to die and did not let his broken arm regenerate. The sword energy hit the scepter in his hand this time, knocking the Golden Winged Peng King away and causing blood to spurt out from his severed arm.
"It's so scary. Even the fourth move of the Heavenly Demon Slaying Saint Technique can't withstand a sword energy. The Golden-winged Little Peng King rushes forward and flies backwards!" someone exclaimed.
"After this battle, there may be one less Golden-winged Little Peng King in the world. Why is this happening?" A young monk said unwillingly.
"It's a pity that the Golden-winged Little Peng King will be knocked down by an unknown person before he even begins to rise!" Another young monk sighed.
"No! After this battle, this young man in green will become famous all over the Eastern Wasteland!" said the young monk who had always been optimistic about Ji Yiyun.
People were talking in low voices and their hearts were awe-inspiring.
"A grain of dust can fill the vast sea!" Ji Yiyun whispered, and the green-feng sword shadow turned into a three-foot green sharp edge. His heart was peaceful and peaceful, neither happy nor sad. He held the three-foot sword shadow in his hand and said calmly: "A blade of grass can kill the sun, moon and stars!"
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