The Golden-Winged Roc spread its wings, stirring up the void and creating a terrifying wind, and the giant wings that covered the sky and the sun easily swept away the surrounding peaks, causing the earth to suffer, and countless ancient trees were shattered and turned into powder.

Its eyes were extremely terrifying, shooting out a brilliant golden killing light, like a real ancient fierce bird resurrection, for a time the fierce flames were monstrous, and the blazing light erupted instead of the dazzling sun in the high sky.

In the face of this coercion, Zhao Qing chose to retreat, no matter what countermeasures he had in his heart, after all, the fierce bird in front of him was too famous in history, and it was the first time he faced it, so he couldn't help but be a little cautious.

"Chirp" The golden-winged Dapeng put away his wings, and finally began to swoop down, the terrifying giant claw flashed with a cold cold light, like a demon god probing claw, directly towards the dorsal fin of the seven-star tiger striped Jiao.

Twenty-seven golden dragon phantoms seemed to arouse the only predatory impulse in the heart of the golden-winged Dapeng, and the momentum of the attack shook the heavens and the earth, and the steel giant claws fell, holding thousands of divine lights, which seemed to be able to refine Zhao Qing into ashes alive.

"Hmph"

Zhao Qing sneered, at this moment, he had already melted into the remains of the Seven-Star Tiger Striped Jiao, and through this flesh and blood remains, he temporarily turned into a real giant Jiao, and the tiger stripes on his back were like demonic imprints, emitting a faint light.

The dorsal fin of the seven-star tiger striped Jiao turned into a hideous bone spur, no more, exactly twenty-seven, corresponding to those shining spine bones.

At this moment, a golden divine dragon roared, and swooped into Zhao Qing's flesh and blood.

"Click"

The void where Zhao Qing was located fell violently with surging thunder light, and in the boundless demonic aura, the giant Jiao's body was like electricity, and it was not hit by these thunder lights, but it seemed to be swimming in the endless thunder and lightning.

The giant Jiao raised its head to the sky. Avoiding the giant claws falling from the golden-winged roc, he directly opened his bloody mouth, and the hideous fangs flashed with bloodthirsty light, biting fiercely at the belly of the fierce bird.

"Boom"

The moment the two giant beasts touched, lightning erupted, and the golden runes skyrocketed. The terrifying waves of qi poured out like an ocean, directly leveling several peaks under their feet.

At the last moment, the golden-winged roc changed direction, and the giant wings as sharp as the knife that day slashed down the giant Jiao's head.

If its abdomen is wounded, then the power of this wing will inevitably cut off half of the giant dragon's head.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Zhao Qing noticed that all the bone spurs were glowing, stretching out a barrier of Xuanguang. Evaded this killer move.

Zhao Qing, who calmed down, suddenly realized that perhaps this ancient battle technique of the dragon clan was incomparably powerful to others, but for this fierce bird that had fed on dragons, it could not be regarded as a nirvana.

The Golden-Winged Dapeng also has his own supreme fighting method, and at this moment, the power is not much weaker than the lost ancient combat skills of the Dragon Clan, at most half a catty and eight taels.

And Zhao Qing has never really manipulated the body of the giant Jiao against the enemy, which is like a young man who has just learned to challenge a master who has been famous for many years. It is impossible to gain the upper hand by blindly relying on the courage of the horseman.

"It's going to be a tough battle!" Giant Jiao's huge eyes were cold, and Zhao Qing's voice came out of his mouth.

First blow. Neither side took advantage of anything, and the fierce birds were full of wings, like a fiery god standing in the clouds.

And the giant Jiao meandered and circled, most of its body was hidden in the sea of clouds and mist, and the green jade-colored scale armor was crystal clear, reflecting the brightest divine light.

Both sides are waiting for an opportunity. There is nothing else in each other's eyes except each other's figures, and they are all frantically climbing their momentum in order to overwhelm each other.

Suddenly, the second golden dragon behind the giant dragon turned into spiritual light and disappeared again, and the body of the Jiao, which was comparable to the cyan mountain range, shot straight towards the high sky.

It's like a straight spear. There is a sky-breaking momentum, and its peerless edge destroys the heavens and the earth, and the space everywhere it goes is shattered, forming a terrifying void crack along the way.

The black wind that was enough to blow out the vitality blew out from the depths of the crack, it was very cold, and gently brushed the edge of a mountain range, turning the land for dozens of miles into a frozen Jedi, and the vitality was extinguished in the white expanse.

The cyan divine spear was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the eyes of the golden-winged roc, and the whistling sound brought by the tip of the spear was deafening, penetrating into the depths of the fierce bird's mind like a magic sound.

The fierce bird roared, not showing too much surprise at this, its wings opened and closed, and the hurricane rushed in, and at the same time, those terrifying feathers turned into sharp swords and shot backwards.

This is the treasure feather on the wings of the golden-winged Dapeng, and I don't know how many years I have been sacrificed by this fierce bird before my death, and it has already turned into a rare divine weapon in the world.

A rain of similar sky-covering swords is falling, all of them are bright Dapeng divine feathers glowing, each feather is several meters long, like a golden spear, very amazing, the sound of breaking the sky is like a thunderstorm.

The feathers around the body of Dapeng are 108,000 in number, and the root power can break through the sky, and it can be turned into a peerless divine soldier and kill all the enemies in the world.

This kind of indiscriminate attack is an effective way to restrain the attack of the giant jiao, although this fierce bird has long since died, but those rich fighting instincts in life are imprinted in the divine soul, and it will not disperse after thousands of years, only the complete death of this divine soul will stop.

Zhao Qing's offensive was blocked all of a sudden, and he couldn't break away from this dense wave of golden sword rain, because there were too many. And the power of this time is even more terrifying than the previous one, even though the physique of the Seven-Star Tiger Striped Jiao is amazing, but it was also splashed by the sparks, almost breaking through part of the scale armor's defense.

Feeling the mountain pressure coming from his body, Zhao Qing rolled his body to avoid these endless waves of sharp edges, and left this space of complete bastards far away.

One hundred and eight thousand divine feathers fell, and there was indeed a peerless ferocity that shattered the mountains and rivers, directly destroying the mountains below, and Zhao Qing was also stunned at the bottom of his heart when he saw the terrifying explosive power.

As soon as he left the attack range, the golden-winged Dapeng circled, and countless feathers rolled back, turning into brilliant golden divine feathers again and returning to the wings of the Dapeng, one by one the golden feathers were like gold, full of texture at the same time, with monstrous ferocity.

The golden-winged Dapeng raised its eyes at the giant Jiao in the distance, after these two duels, its momentum became even more terrifying, and now it was overlooking Zhao Qing with a haughty contempt.

It has to be said that birds are born with advantages, and they are very flexible in their ribbed wings. Although Jiaolong can take off, it is still inferior to the overlord of the sky like the Golden-winged Dapeng.

Therefore, in ancient times, this peerless fierce bird was indeed able to prey on dragons, and they had both innate advantages and this extraordinary strength.

"Phew. What kind of eyes are you dead bird!" The giant Jiao's eyes were all dissatisfied, and he spat at the golden-winged Dapeng very humanely.

But Zhao Qing was very embarrassed to ignore one point, he is now a Jiao body, this mouthful of spitting out, the overwhelming saliva is like rain.

Being despised and underestimated by a bird made Zhao Qing extremely depressed in his heart, no matter what the identity of the other party was, it was always a little uncomfortable.

All of a sudden, Zhao Qing was not only slowly angry at this fierce bird in his heart. No more emotion.

"Kill"

The giant Jiao roared angrily, its voice was like a golden cracked sky, with a monstrous anger, and every piece of scale armor was like a streamer flowing by, emitting a pale cyan floating light.

The third golden dragon phantom also faded, and disappeared into the flesh and blood of the giant Jiao, surging with an unyielding battle intent that soared into the sky, as if every inch of blood in the giant Jiao's body was burning.

This is actually the battle blood in Zhao Qing's body that is boiling. He was enraged by the contemptuous look of the fierce bird, and an infinite battle intent welled up in his heart. Even the light in his eyes began to turn unusually hot.

The giant Jiao's four claws soared into the clouds, controlling a demonic cloud, like a swift divine lightning rushing up to the sky and killing the mighty golden-winged Dapeng.

This time Zhao Qing was not retreating, even if his back was torn out by the giant claws of the fierce bird, he still did not have the slightest will to dodge, and bit the fierce bite on the belly of the fierce bird.

That's the softest part of all birds. The Golden-Winged Roc was no exception, and the divine feathers on its belly were no harder than the feathers on its wings.

It was indeed a tragic fight, the power of the dragon could move mountains and seas, and this desperate injury also took a hard bite, and suddenly tore a terrible hole in the abdomen of the fierce bird. Countless golden Peng blood was sprinkled, mixed with a lot of flying broken feathers.

In the deepest part of the wound, the bones of the Golden-winged Roc could almost be seen.

Of course, the giant Jiao itself was not comfortable, first the back was hit by a heavy claw from the other party, not to mention the blood, at the same time as it went down, the giant beak of the fierce bird also pecked the giant Jiao out of a huge hole with a wild wave of blood.

For a while, the blood, green scales, Peng Yu, and golden blood were twisted together in mid-air, and it was like a colorful rain of light between heaven and earth, and the smell of blood was quite pungent.

In comparison, the injuries of the giant Jiao that Zhao Qing turned into were more serious, especially the wound caused by the giant beak of the golden-winged Dapeng was even more terrifying, almost pecking off the bone spurs on the dorsal fin, and strands of Jiao blood spurted out like spring water.

The Golden-winged Roc is not easy to bear, after all, it is a wound to the abdomen, even if it has an extremely strong physique, it is no match for the brute force of the dragon.

However, this blow, the severe pain also made the murderous aura in the eyes of the fierce bird more and more intense, it stared at the giant Jiao, and a brilliant feather was excited, as if it was in endless anger.

The fierce bird spread its wings and hit the sky, but it took the initiative to attack and kill, and the 108,000 divine feathers turned into sonorous divine gold, as if to put on a golden coat for this fierce and powerful Peng bird.

The giant Jiao roared, Zhao Qing was locked by the opponent's divine sense, this was an unprecedented battle, he had no way to avoid it, he could only face it.

The blood on his body was bubbling and flowing, but Zhao Qing's momentum did not decrease, but became more and more intense.

"Kill"

The giant Jiao roared, and the fourth divine dragon behind it flickered and rushed into the bloody wound, and the hundred-zhang cyan Jiao's body drew a trajectory in the void, roaring and fighting away.

This trajectory has a trace of bright red blood, that is, the blood on the giant Jiao's body flows down, and the treasure in the blood is shining, a little bit like thousands of stars shining, shining in the sun.

And the path of the trajectory is difficult to see, as if it is a rule imprint contained in heaven and earth, it secretly fits the avenue of heaven and earth, like an antelope hanging horns, unfathomable.

The ferocity of the two giant beasts was fully revealed, and between you and me, the violent attack was enough to overturn this ancient and vast land, and I don't know how many majestic mountains were smashed all the way, and many rivers were bombarded by the distance between the two, or completely intercepted or directly diverted.

The roar of Jiao was like muffled thunder, like a big drum slamming between heaven and earth, making an earth-shattering sound, and each attack caused the earth to tremble for thousands of miles, bursting out of many terrible cracks.

Peng Yin was in turmoil for nine days, shaking countless clouds alive, and even the bright sky light could not be close to him, and the side of the golden-winged Dapeng was like countless air currents turned into a whirlpool, swallowing the essence of the ten directions of heaven and earth, and used it to fiercely suppress the killing of the giant Jiao.

If someone raised their eyes, the places where they passed were all dyed with blood, and the flying Peng feathers and blood-stained scales were scattered all over the place, and their huge bodies did not know how many towering ancient trees had been crushed, and tens of thousands of boulders were all burst into powder in the air waves.

Finally, in another violent collision, the two separated again.

The heavy wheezing sound overshadowed everything in the heavens, and the state of both sides was not very good, one of the giant wings of the golden-winged Dapeng was drenched in blood, and most of the original golden divine feathers fell off, hanging weakly on the half-broken mountain.

The giant Jiao's injuries were even more serious, half of the Jiao's body was about to be shattered, the miserable white bones were visible, and the Jiao's blood kept gushing, turning into a rushing stream under its body.

"Oh, I don't believe that I can't kill you!" The giant Jiao spat out, although he was seriously injured, his eyes were red, and the soaring battle spirit was still boiling and rising.

Zhao Qing burst into foul language, and also expressed the undying anger and war in his heart, he really had a murderous intent this time, regardless of the broken delicate body, and once again dragged the demon cloud to rush to kill.

The twenty-seven golden dragon shadows on his back had dissipated for the most part, and this long-lost battle skill was almost finished by Zhao Qing, but in the face of the supreme fighting magic technique of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, it still couldn't have any upper hand.

It seems that this combat skill is inherently restrained by the lore of the fierce bird, and it cannot exert its terrifying power.

"Kill"

At this time, the golden-winged Dapeng also fought to the point of madness, and even began to spit out the Dao Fa divine sound, its bloody divine feathers were shining with golden light, as if they were burning in the sun, and the blood all over his body was hot like fire, like a divine sun was born.

Both sides are unleashing their last potential, trying to culp each other, and the battle is already in a white-hot stage, and every contact is tragic.

Up to now, although the Golden-winged Dapeng was an instinctive imprint, it also faintly gave birth to uneasy emotions, and it found that the dragon in front of it had fallen into madness.

Even if he is desperate to get injured, he has to pounce on him and tear off a piece of his own flesh and blood, this kind of lose-lose style of play makes the fierce and powerful Golden-winged Dapeng frightened, it is simply crazy, too incredible.

In ancient times, the golden-winged Dapeng clan, who were proud of the flood and looked down on the world, when did they encounter such a madman who did not want to die.

Everything that happened in this vast land was under the eyes of several Jiao clan elders in the outside world, even if they had experienced countless fights in their lives, they had never encountered such a crazy attack by Zhao Qing.

The faces of several old men twitched fiercely, and they didn't know what it felt, even they felt a little miserable.

The indestructible fighting intent in Zhao Qing's heart shocked these masters of the older generation, and they thought that they couldn't do it under the same circumstances.

As for Qinghe, he had already covered his face with his hands, as if he couldn't bear to look at this bloody picture again, his delicate body trembled slightly, and his bright eyes were full of deep worry for Zhao Qing.

"What has this kid been through, how can he have such a tenacious will to fight?" a Jiao clan elder sighed deeply and moved.

They can't imagine how this kind of undying will to fight can appear in a young man, like a thousand dying battles, it can't be born at all, only a strong man who is truly reborn from the edge of life and death can understand this terrible will. (To be continued......)