Mysterious Human Race Emperor

The eight-pole golden halberd shines brightly, and the golden flowers circulate. The little battle king's eyes are wide open, shining brightly, and waving the eight-pole record, just like Jinpeng waving his divine wings. Wherever he passed, the mountains collapsed and the ground burst. There is a might of the god of war, and everyone's eyes are full of brilliance.

Little Battle King, indeed has the strength to be honored by the same generation!

Unfortunately……

Unfortunately……

He met Dongfang Chen!

Dongfang Chen was surrounded by golden blood, just like when the emperor was reborn as a teenager, a pair of flesh fists, shining with golden light, comparable to the fierce sun, clashed with the eight-pole golden halberd, and made a thunderous rumbling sound, suppressing the little battle king to retreat again and again. No matter how powerful the King of War attack was, he couldn't match his fists.

boom!

Dongfang Chen punched out, the divine light cleared the way, the golden light paved the way, and the force was as huge as the impact of a star. The little battle king who was hit by a punch, spewed blood from his mouth, flew out, and smashed a mountain.

"Jinpeng Slashing the Dragon!"

Jinpeng's illusory shadow is bright, rushing out from the broken mountain. At this moment, the little war king with fluttering hair and blood-stained golden armor roared, and the eight golden halberds in his hands glowed like a golden river in the void. The wheel opened, and it turned into a peng-shaped divine light and fell down, which could break the mountain.

"It is rumored that the ancient Jinpeng is extremely fierce. It feeds on dragons. With a single blow, it can cut off the dragon! This technique evolved from it!" Someone recognized this powerful killing tree and couldn't help but speak in horror.

This is a powerful technique, born out of the ancient Jinpeng slaughtering dragon!

"Jinpeng slaying the dragon? Watch my dragon tearing up the Jinpeng!"

Dongfang Chen laughed loudly, the sound shook the mountains and rivers, the golden imprint between the collarbones bloomed, the whole body bloomed with purple gold brilliance, a layer of fine dragon scales covered the body, golden dragon horns were born on the head, and a pair of gorgeous phoenix wings spread out on the back.

He turned into a human-shaped phoenix-winged dragon!

".ˇIs this the strange object, the true blood of the Beastmaster?" Yan Qianlie's pupils shrank slightly.

Others also have bright eyes, wanting to spy on the mystery of this strange thing obtained by killing the beast king.

The phoenix wings behind Dongfang Chen shook, soaring straight up, reaching the sky, a pair of purple-gold dragon claw-like palms, tearing apart the Peng-shaped golden light, turning it into a golden rain of light, making everyone shocked and stunned.

Dragon tear Shenpeng!

The young man is comparable to an ancient god who came into the world!

Xiao Zhan Wang was also shocked. He had never seen such a strong person, tearing with both hands?Almost legendary!

Tearing the magic technique, Dongfang Chen's figure merged into the void again, and when it reappeared, it was already above the little battle king. He punched down, and the purple light was brilliant, like a purple gold star falling, smashing the little battle king directly to the mountain range below.

boom!

The earth was turbulent, the mountains and rivers trembled, and dust and smoke rose into the sky.

Everyone's hearts also trembled along with the mountains and rivers, and sighed secretly, Only I Wuji Realm is really too strong, the little battle king who was never invincible in the same generation was also suppressed by him, and he couldn't raise his head at all!

"What little battle king? Shame!"

A cold snort sounded, Ye Zicang stepped out of the sky, carrying a sword box on his back, immortal.

"Only me, Wujijie, you can win that little battle king, but that doesn't mean you can beat me! I'm better than him!"

Ye Zicang proudly waved his hand, and behind the sword box rushed out a silver light, dazzling and gorgeous, the light shone, like a silver peacock opening screen, however, that beautiful tail screen is impressively countless silver sword shadows!

"Hopefully, you can be as good as you say."

Dongfang Chen stood in the sky with a fearless expression, he was going to fight the Quartet today!Tianjiao in the same generation, facing him, will also be defeated, can't stop him! .

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"Yes, you will know soon!"

Seeing Dongfang Chen say this, Ye Zicang's face was extremely cold. He didn't say much, and he made a killing move. With a wave of his hand, countless silver sword shadows flew together. In the sky, a vast silver light was brilliant. , fell madly like silver raindrops.

The sword light is like rain, and the silver light covers the sky!

Each sword shadow draws a different trajectory and is different from others. There is a deep mystery in it. It is the fusion of thousands of swordsmanship essences, which is incredible!

"I have long heard that Ye Zicang, the arrogant of the Promise Sword Sect, has experienced all kinds of kendos, and has deeply comprehended them. Shaped!"

Seeing this, an almighty couldn't help nodding, and there was an undisguised admiration in his words.

At only twenty years old, he was able to explore hundreds of schools and create the prototype of such a killing technique. Although it is not perfect, it is truly amazing!

How many people in the same generation can?

This courage alone is admirable enough!

call out!call out!call out!

The silver sword rain that covered the sky, fell down, and drew countless beautiful and bright tracks, like a huge peerless silver lotus, hanging upside down in the sky, blooming in full bloom.

Beside Dongfang Chen, round after round of silver full moons emerged, full of ten rounds, revolving around him, keeping him guarded, 103 immortal rhythms circulated, sprinkled with clear brilliance, rendering him , a sacred atmosphere permeated.

The silver sword shadows, raining down, were strangled by rounds of the silver full moon spinning at high speed, turned into silver rays of light and shattered, scattered in the heaven and earth, like a rain of gods.

In the ten rounds of the silver moon, the young man stood proudly, his clothes danced like a fairy.

"Ten thousand swords become one sword, and one sword makes ten thousand cuts!"

Ye Zicang shouted angrily. Between heaven and earth, the countless silver sword shadows that fell from the rain flowed backwards into the sky, as if it were the reverse of time.

The silver sword shadow flew upside down, and condensed into a majestic silver god cloud in the sky, covering the sky, rolling around, and finally turning into a huge silver sword.

The silver giant sword, a hundred feet long, contained [-] silver sword shadows. At this moment, it merged into a peerless sword, exuding an earth-shattering killing intent, as if it was about to break the sky with one sword.