(Thanks to the old friend Shuai Guo for his hanging notes and support, the third more) the golden-winged Dapeng winged his wings, and rushed forward with a group of flying swords, and there was a loud sound, and the flying sword was actually hit by the golden-winged Dapeng flapping its wings, and none of the flying swords could cut into his body, and the mana urged, the armor-breaking cone left the body, the blade reversed, and the arrow stabbed at the Ming Jian real person, and the claws reached forward, and slapped at the Ming Jian real person again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This demon had already sensed that something was wrong, numbness between the chest and abdomen, and the toxin was spreading rapidly along the meridian blood, shocked and angry, and suddenly went berserk, wanting to kill the real person of Ming Jian on the spot with his amazing speed and sharp claws and beaks.

In the face of such a strong opponent, he couldn't pull enough distance, and the power of sword cultivation couldn't be exerted at all, and he couldn't dodge it, Ming Jian Zhenren secretly complained to himself, and while flying backwards, he waved the spear in his right hand and stabbed at the Peng claw that came to him, and with a lift of his left hand, he struck out with a palm, and met the armor-piercing cone that had made great achievements.

With a roar, the silver spear was actually slapped away by a claw, and the figure was thrown hundreds of zhang away again, spurting a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the qi and blood in his body were boiling and difficult to control.

Before the figure could stand firm in the air, the golden light flashed in front of him, and another peng claw roared and slapped at him.

The speed of this claw is too fast, there is no time to dodge, Ming Jian Zhenren shouted angrily, both fists came out, and hit Peng Claw, "Click", the sound of bones shattering sounded, Ming Jianzhen's fists were blurred with flesh and blood, both arms were broken, and the figure was thrown away thousands of zhang away by a huge force like a meteor, blood spurted wildly in his mouth, and his viscera was as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea, and he was already injured internally.

The golden-winged Dapeng struck a successful blow, and the figure rushed towards the Ming Jian real person again without the slightest pause, and as soon as the other claw was raised, he was about to slap it with one claw and kill the Ming Jian real person on the spot.

In the oblique thorn, there is a dazzling rainbow flying by, pointing directly at the neck of the golden-winged Dapeng and cutting off, in the rainbow, it is a silver flying sword with a ten-zhang long cold light, in the clear sword roar, the void was split in half, the sword intent is forested, and the killing machine soars to the sky.

But it was the real person of Yunkong who rushed to the horse and sacrificed the natal flying sword from afar.

"Little Zamao, you're looking for death!"

The Golden-Winged Roc spoke, and suddenly stopped the figure rushing forward, and the claws changed direction and slapped on the silver flying sword that flew in.

This sword, the enemy must be saved, if the golden-winged Dapeng swings his claw to hit the Ming Sword Zhenren, this sword, I'm afraid it can really cut off half of his head, and in a hurry, it changed the direction of the claw's attack.

With a "dang bang", the silver flying sword was slapped away by one of its claws, and on the solid claws of pure gold, there was a sword mark several inches deep.

Just this moment of blocking, the Ming Sword Zhenren finally escaped the fatal crisis, thousands of zhang away, his heart moved at will, one by one cyan flying swords circled and flew towards the golden-winged Dapeng, the silver spear was brilliant, twisted and changed into more than ten zhang long, and stabbed at the golden-winged Dapeng with a roar.

On the other side, thousands of long silver dust filaments fell from the sky, breaking the air loudly, cutting the void into cracks, and entangled the golden-winged Dapeng.

Although the speed of these dust filaments is fast, they will not be sharper than the sword shadow sacrificed by the Ming Sword True Person, and it is difficult to hurt the Golden Winged Dapeng, but it can prevent his figure from rushing forward, and once trapped by the dust silk, the Ming Sword True Person is afraid that the sword formation will be deployed in an instant, and as soon as the sword formation comes out, the speed of the Golden Winged Dapeng will inevitably be restricted.

The silver sword sacrificed by the real person of Yunkong, the silver spear in the hand of the real person of the Ming Sword, are two spiritual treasures, and they are attacked on both sides, and if one is not careful, there will be a fatal crisis.

That's not all, what frightens Golden-winged Dapeng the most is that the poison in his body can't be suppressed, his viscera is torn, because of the toxin's corrosion, the injury can't be repaired by mana, at this rate, the toxin will soon spread to the whole body, and the viscera may all rot.

The powerhouse of the Demon Emperor Realm can't be like an immortal, as long as the soul is undamaged, he can recreate a physical body, and this physical body must not be abandoned.

Under the poisoning, the supernatural power has been greatly reduced, let the toxin continue to spread, and may even be poisoned, fortunately, he has deep mana and a strong legal body, which can delay the rapid spread of the toxin, if he is replaced by a demon king below the ninth order, I am afraid that he will be dead at this moment.

He is not afraid of being besieged by Yunkong Zhenren and Mingjian Zhenren, with his speed, as long as he wants to escape, he can flee at any time, but what he is afraid of is that the poison in his body will continue to spread.

Thinking of this, he had no intention of fighting, his wings fanned, and a dense wind blade flew out, protecting his body, his mouth opened, and a purple light flew out, turning into a purple flywheel, and went straight to the roaring silver spear to slash away, let go of his divine sense and swept towards the ground, wanting to find out if Liu Changsheng was killed by himself, and by the way, take Liu Changsheng's body away.

The speed of the flywheel was incredibly fast, but it had hit the silver spear in a flash, and with a "click", this Lingbao level spear was actually cut in two by the flywheel like chopping wood, and the flywheel was still undiminished, and it slashed towards the real person of the Ming Sword with a whining sound.

Ming Jian Zhenren's arms were broken, and he had been flying backwards, trying to distance himself from the golden-winged Dapeng, and when he saw that the purple flywheel was as sharp as a blade, he was startled, and he didn't dare to resist, and suddenly fell towards the ground, and the flywheel flew over his head, and then, suddenly, he changed direction, and circled and slashed towards the silver sword sacrificed by Yunkong Zhenren.

The dust silk, the flying sword, and the wind blade were against each other, and the roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the dust silk and the wind blade shattered one after another, but the thirty-six flying swords were hit and flew all over the sky.

The silver sword and the flywheel collided together, and the silver sword was cut out of a deep gap, almost broken.

The Ming Sword True Man and the Yunkong Real Man joined forces to attack, but they couldn't hurt the Golden Winged Dapeng in the slightest.

However, the golden-winged Dapeng was furious, his eyes were red, and he failed to shoot Liu Changsheng to death with a claw of eighty percent strength, at this moment, Liu Changsheng not only crawled out of the ground, but also took away the armor-piercing cone.

Seeing Liu Changsheng scurrying wildly against the ground, he couldn't help but be angry from his heart, and the evil was born to the side of the guts, his wings converged, and he swooped down, and Mount Tai pounced on Liu Changsheng like a top.

The distance between the two is only more than 10,000 zhang away, the golden-winged Dapeng swooped down, and in an instant, it was already above Liu Changsheng's head, the sharp claws probed, and suddenly grabbed it, the golden-winged Dapeng had already made up his mind in his heart, and he would leave after catching Liu Changsheng, as for the poison in his body, he naturally needed Liu Changsheng to solve it.

Unexpectedly, Liu Changsheng's body was light and agile, and he suddenly rushed forward like a flea, and he actually dodged the sharp claws that came to him.

The golden-winged Dapeng was stunned for a moment, and the other claw probed down like lightning, and grabbed it again, but Liu Changsheng suddenly turned around at this time, raised his hands high, and held a purple-gold long stick in his right hand, a stick was round, and smashed it on the Peng's claw, but in his left hand was tightly holding a purple gold gourd, the gourd's mouth was wide open, the aura was released, and with a bang, a blue, white, and red flames erupted from the gourd, instantly spreading into a sea of fire, wrapping the figure of the golden-winged Dapeng in the middle.

Peng claw and long stick collided, a loud sound like gold and iron, Peng claw was repulsed, but Liu Changsheng's figure flew upside down, a thousand feet back, this stick, naturally is to use force to make force, the skill of moving stars and changing buckets runs at the same time, but the three-percent power contained in the peng claw is vented in the purple gold gourd through the left arm, and the three-color flames spewed out from the gourd are instantly blazing.

The scorching heat of this three-color flame was so hot that even Liu Changsheng, who was equipped with Nanming Lihu, was unwilling to bear it, and at this moment, the sea of fire rose into the sky, and the golden-winged Dapeng instantly turned into a huge three-color fireball.

The void within a radius of dozens of miles instantly became like a hot fire cave, the flames rolled, crackled, the void was twisted and blurred, and from a distance of thousands of feet, the real person of Ming Jian was actually a dry mouth, his face was hot and stinging, and he couldn't help but fly away into the distance, just wanting to be farther away from this sea of fire.

Yunkong Zhenren didn't get too close to the Golden-winged Dapeng in the first place, seeing this purgatory-like three-colored sea of fire, and then feeling the unbearable heat, his pupils shrank, his heart palpitated, he turned around and left, far away, but the silver giant sword hovered in the air and slashed towards the Golden-winged Dapeng.

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