Pang Feng was trapped in the formation by Guan Chaocheng, and it had become a mortal situation, and even Guan Chaocheng himself thought that the victory was in his hands and he had mastered everything.

The formation he laid out in half a month, at this time, exerts great power, how can Pang Feng defend against it? How to hide?

However, under everyone's attention, a golden light flashed from the center of Pang Feng's eyebrows.

A small golden sword with a length of a foot suddenly shot out.

"Boom, boom!"

The encirclement that overturned the river and the sea shattered violently under the powerful power of this small golden sword.

A small sword, the terrifying power it possesses is really terrifying, a sword does not shoot through the formation, but destroys the entire formation.

Turning over the river and the sea, the war of heaven and earth changing color was shattered, above the sea, a monstrous wave was set off, a terrifying hurricane was set off, the heaven and earth returned to their places, the sun and the moon returned, and the big array formed by the dynasty could crush everything and crush the steel, but under the blow of Pang Feng, it was as fragile as paper paste, it was too fragile!

The great array was broken, and Pang Feng stood proudly in the void, as if the gods had descended to earth.

He carried his hands behind his back, his body was dusty, he looked everywhere, and everyone was trampled under his feet.

Guan Chaocheng was already stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes, he had never seen such a powerful magic weapon in his life.

"What is this? This can't be!"

Guan Chaocheng's face was like ashes, he couldn't believe that all this was true!

His formation was the most powerful inheritance he had ever obtained, and he had been cultivating in the Snow Ridge for twenty years, which was his strongest territory. He used this formation to cooperate with the Fantasy Bamboo, and the goal was to deal with the iron bluestone.

But now, in front of Pang Feng, his stunts were beaten to scum, and twenty years of penance became meaningless.

Not only him, but also the masters around him were dumbfounded, and Zou Dinghai's eyes almost fell out.

"Stay in the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood!"

At a critical time, Guan Chaocheng thought of escaping, at this time being alive is the most important thing, he doesn't want to die!

He has peerless cultivation, has a lofty status, has decades of longevity, he enjoys the most luxurious life every day, and he is not willing to lose all this.

He had thought that he would be very courageous, and if there was no chance to seek the Tao, he would rather die.

But now, after he was defeated by Pang Feng, he had no ambition to die, and the hope of the Great Dao was slim, but he was still unwilling to give up the prosperity of the world, and the luxurious and desolate life still had a fatal attraction to him.

He hasn't really been reborn, he's still a vulgar person in his bones, and many of his usual high-ranking postures are pretended.

It is only at this time that the most authentic Tiger King reveals his essential weakness.

Guan Chaocheng wanted to escape, but between his arms spread, he was like a bird, and behind him, a pair of magic weapons like wings appeared, and his figure flashed, and he instantly flew out dozens of meters away.

He was so fast that it was difficult for anyone around him to see him.

At this time, the sea was still howling, the hurricane was blowing wildly, and his figure was like a shadow in the hurricane, shooting quickly into the distance.

"You want to escape, can you escape?"

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Pang Feng's mouth, his eyebrows flashed, golden light shot out, and the flying sword instantly penetrated the space.

A golden light shot towards Guan Chaocheng's back, and the speed was so fast that it was much faster than the speed at which he could escape.

The flying sword is the most powerful magic weapon, which can cut all things, can break ten thousand laws, is indestructible, and cannot be broken.

"Boom!"

Guan Chaocheng's magic weapon with his backhand was shot through by Pang Feng's flying sword.

A magic weapon was broken clean like this.

The void was cut off, and a crack appeared visible to the naked eye above the sea.

The power of a sword, cutting the sea, this is the power of Pang Fengfei's sword.

"This ......" Everyone can't say anything, Pang Feng's flying sword is too terrifying, it is simply a divine object.

At a distance of several hundred meters, it can be killed in an instant, and the power is at a height of thousands of meters, and the sea will be cut off with a sword.

"No!"

Guan Chaocheng At the last moment of life and death, he let out a heart-rending roar, he put his hands together, sacrificed his last magic weapon, and concentrated his life's strength in his hands, wanting to hit the last and most terrifying blow, so as to die and struggle.

But everything was in vain, Pang Feng's flying sword hit again, making a deafening sound of whistling, which had completely surpassed the height that Guan Chaocheng could reach.

At this moment, he was so powerless in his heart, and he felt his weakness for the first time.

What kind of tiger king, that's just to be the king in front of the weak, in front of a real master like Dr. Pang, what kind of thing is he?

All his defenses were in vain, and the golden flying sword broke all his methods, and then he watched as the sickness shone with golden light, and the beautiful flying sword pierced his chest.

"Poof!"

The flying sword pierced through his chest, splattering with blood, gorgeous and poignant.

His body was already copper-skinned and iron-clad, but it was as fragile as tofu under the flying sword.

His internal organs were shattered almost instantly, and his meridians were even more chopped to pieces, broken inch by inch.

This invincible king of China was defeated at this moment, his vitality disappeared quickly, and his life came to an end.

What is dedicated to seeking the Tao, what is the pursuit of immortality, what is the ambition of the bird, all turned into a void at this moment.

The golden light flashed, piercing everything, Pang Feng raised his hand and put away the flying sword, in the sky, Guan Chaocheng's expression was still the same as before, his eyes widened, his face still showed horror, and his body slowly fell backwards, and then began to fall freely.

The audience was silent, no one finished speaking, and everyone watched all this dumbfounded!

"Tiger King Guan Chaocheng died so much, died so simply?"

The head of the Miao family said this sentence in a trembling tone.

Zou Dinghai nodded, and said with a solemn expression: "Guan Chaocheng is dead! Da Luo Jinxian can't save his life!"

At this time, the masters of the Central Plains knelt down together, and there were deafening cheers on the six yachts in the Central Plains, and everyone said in unison: "Doctor Pang is mighty, Doctor Pang is invincible!"

At least a few thousand people were shouting loudly, and the sound shook the sky.

At this time, Pang Feng was the supreme existence in the hearts of all martial artists, and everyone looked at him with a fanatical gaze, as if they were looking at a god.

From today onwards, one of the great kings of China has fallen, and there will no longer be doubts about the strength of the Central Plains King on the rivers and lakes.

The rise of the myth of Pang Feng has become inevitable, and Dr. Pang is the youngest king, and he may also be the strongest.

How many masters have entered the realm of gods today? Who can compete with Dr. Pang? At least in the Chinese world, there is no such person!

(End of chapter)