People are in the sky, practicing the divine elephant prison power

Chapter 92: Defeating a powerful soldier with bare hands, comparable to Wu Shi?
"Shh!"

The golden-winged Little Peng King's golden hair fluttered, and he stood up in an instant. Two dazzling rays of light shot out from his eyes, which shocked people. He said, "Are you the Saint Son of Yao Chi who once suppressed the body of the Eastern Wilderness God King?"

"Since you have suppressed my target, I will have no choice but to suppress you to prove my path to becoming the Demon Emperor."

The Golden-winged Peng King stood with his hands behind his back and spoke in a domineering manner, with an air of self-esteem, as if he could suppress everything in the world.

"Insanity."

"court death."

"idiot."

"Silly bird."

Even the dozen or so saints standing nearby were stunned. They never expected that someone as foolish as the Golden-winged Peng King would appear.

Do you really think that you, a member of the Golden-winged Roc clan, can be compared with the Jidao Holy Land?
Crazy, so crazy!
This is the only feeling everyone has.

However, they all kept silent, as they also wanted to use the Golden-winged Peng King to test the Saint Son of the Yao Chi who was famous in the Eastern Wasteland.

"Ah!"

Hearing this, Liu Yun almost laughed to death.

Who gave you, a mere golden-winged roc, the courage to say such things?
Is it Liang Jingru?
"You are just a mixed-feathered bird at the Four Extremes level, yet you dare to talk nonsense about the path to becoming an emperor? Go back and ask the old King Peng to kowtow and apologize!"

"What? Let the old Peng King come over and kowtow and apologize?"

Everyone almost thought they heard it wrong.

How dare he?

Even if he was the Holy Son of Yao Chi, he would probably not be able to withstand the wrath of a powerful demon after insulting him like this.

Even the holy land of Yao Chi may not be able to protect him.

He was a giant of the demon race, a powerful warrior at the second level of the Immortal Stage, comparable to the saint masters of the major holy lands and families. He was truly the most powerful man on this land.

Who has the ability to make King Peng kowtow and apologize?
Unless it is the legendary ancient sage.

This is no longer arrogance, it's simply losing one's mind.

A mere Four Poles dares to ask the mighty one to kowtow to them, which simply shows that they do not take the mighty one seriously.

People were terrified, wondering if Liu Yun would be punished by King Peng afterwards!

"You are worthy of being my man. You treat the saints as nothing and even dare to scold the powerful monsters."

Yao Chi Saint Lingyao's expression was calm, not surprised at all. Instead, she revealed an inexplicable admiration.

Liu Yun slapped out with his palm, and it was as if an earthquake had occurred. The ground beneath his feet was shaking violently. His palm was golden in color, strong and powerful, like divine iron was rubbing violently, making a harsh vibration.

"Buzz!"

A huge hand appeared in the sky, like a golden cloud, so heavy that it was suffocating, and the red earth collapsed directly.

The golden light dyed the sky brilliantly, as if a scorching sun was shattered in the sky.

"Roar! One hundred and eighty thousand swords!"

The golden-winged Little Peng King roared, his hair flying in the air, each strand standing on end, his powerful body was demonic, and he shook out terrifying waves like the ocean, risking his life to use his strongest moves.

His voice pierced through gold and split rocks, shook the sky, and caused pain in the eardrums of many people.

He sensed the crisis between life and death.

This palm strike could easily kill him.

"Chi", "chi", "chi"... the sounds of breaking through the air were endless. Millions of golden feathers rushed out, turning into a golden sky curtain, breaking through the sky, like a row of golden divine spears, madly blocking this golden handprint.

Under the sky, divine swords are like a forest, lined up in the air. Each sword is several feet long, with cold sword tips, standing upright towards the sky, shining brightly, and filled with murderous aura.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!
Each sword is made from the feathers of the divine roc, and they emit dazzling sword energy, which is sharp and dazzling, and awe-inspiring.

Looking around, there were divine swords everywhere, a blazing scene with murderous intent that made people tremble with fear.

"hiss!"

Not far away, everyone gasped.

These two men were too violent. They started fighting without any regard for the fact that this was the stone boat of Daoyi Holy Land.

Moreover, the Golden-winged Peng King actually used the killing move of One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords.

Does he want to eliminate the Saint Son of Yao Chi in one move and end the battle?
Everyone was unable to sense how much power was contained in Liu Yun's simple palm, but they could sense the explosive power of the Golden Winged Peng King's move, which was definitely enough to defeat an ordinary dragon-transforming warrior.

"Are we going to fight to the death right at the beginning? How could the Saint of Yao Chi be so powerful?"

The Holy Son Yaoguang had a solemn expression on his face, sensing the true horror of this palm. It was like an ancient sacred mountain smashing down, as if to wipe out all those who dared to defy the heavens and the earth, and would not tolerate any resistance from anyone.

Among all the people present, only Saint Yaoguang has the highest cultivation level and is the most hidden, so he can see some of Liu Yun's powerful aspects.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The Golden-Winged Roc Sword was unable to resist at all. In just a moment of contact, thousands of golden swords shattered and scattered all over the void.

"impossible!"

"How can he be so powerful!"

"I don't believe it, this must be an illusion!"

The people watching the game were going crazy.

What did they see?
The most powerful genius of the demon race, the Golden-winged Little Peng King, was forced to use his strongest killing move in just one encounter, and the most important thing was that he was beaten without any resistance.

Ask yourself, compared to King Xiaopeng, they don't think they are much stronger, so doesn't that mean they will be defeated in one move?
At the same time, the Golden-winged Peng King retreated frantically, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black weapon appeared, shining with a dark light, which was terrifying.

In an instant, an extremely tragic evil spirit appeared between heaven and earth, causing people's bodies and souls to tremble involuntarily.

It was as if an ancient ferocious beast had broken free from its seal and came into this world, with endless murderous intent sweeping the sky!
"Great Wild Halberd!"

Many people changed color and retreated madly involuntarily. They felt a murderous aura that wanted to slaughter all living beings, as if it wanted to turn everyone into idiots.

This weapon made of black metal seems to have life. It is filled with murderous aura, creepy and intimidating.

"It's really the Great Wilderness Halberd, the magic weapon that the old Peng King has used to kill people all his life!"

"Yes, it is indeed the Great Desolate Halberd. It has caused endless killings, rivers of blood, mountains of corpses, and no one knows how many lives have been taken by it!"

The pitch-black weapon was filled with murderous aura, flashing with a cold metallic luster, like a ferocious wild beast, emitting an incomparably tragic aura.

"The outcome of this battle is uncertain. Even if the Saint of Yao Chi is powerful, I'm afraid he will be unable to resist such a powerful and vicious weapon!"

"Yes, this is a magic treasure. It is said that it once slaughtered powerful people in the Xiantai realm, which is beyond the imagination of the world."

"The Holy Son of Yao Chi is in danger. If there are no Taoist soldiers of the same level, I'm afraid he will be defeated miserably."

This was the conclusion reached by many saints present.

No one knew how terrifying the Great Wilderness Halberd was. Rumor has it that it was as heavy as a mountain and even cultivators at the Fourth Extreme Realm would find it difficult to hold it in their hands.

Only the monsters with strong bodies or the special physiques of humans can activate this realm.

(End of this chapter)