The third finger of the golden-winged Xiaopeng King was about to fall, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became extremely solemn, and the demon soldiers of the Dapeng line were full of fighting spirit, and their eyes looked coldly at the Fusang Mountain line, and the demon soldiers of the Fusang Mountain lineage were also deeply faced, with a sense of sadness in the sadness, they knew that after this battle, no matter whether they won or lost, the Fusang line was completely declined.

One of the eight veins of the ancient demon, the inheritance of tens of thousands of years, once came out of the race of golden immortals, but now, he was only forced to such a desperate situation by a certain foundation building junior who was also one of the eight veins of the ancient demon, which in itself made people feel desperate.

"You wait for the people to listen to the order, the king of our Xiaopeng issued a decree, when you will attack Fusang, if you and others help, Fusang Mountain should be treasured, and they will be divided equally by you, and if there is any trouble afterwards, it will also be borne by the king of Xiaopeng of our tribe......"

At this time, the old man beside the golden-winged Xiaopeng King had also transmitted his divine thoughts to the void, and countless demon cultivators who were hidden in the distance, afraid of the fierce flames of the Xiaopeng King, and did not dare to approach one by one, suddenly brightened their eyes, and took advantage of the fire to rob the matter, one is that the risk is small, the other is the big benefit, and the second is to make things more lively, but no one likes it, and they all grind their fists and get ready.

The demon soldiers brought by the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King were about a hundred people, and there were two old servants in the Jindan realm around them, and after that divine thought was released, in the void, many amazing breaths had been released, and there were no less than dozens of people, among which there were two or three of them, which were Jindan breaths, and most of these breaths were unkind to Fusang Mountain.

This moment. Even the patriarch of the Golden Crow clan flashed a hint of sadness on his face. I seem to regret it.

He refused to hand over his Terran friends in the Great Golden Crow. It is because he wants to retain the last dignity of the Fusang lineage, when he was the patriarch, the Fusang lineage has been difficult to recover the trend of decline, and the name of the ancient demon eight veins is empty, but even the ordinary demon cultivation force cannot be compared, the more so, the more he remembers the glory of the ancestors, and he is always eager for that pride to ignite in his blood......

The dignified Jinwu people. How do you give your own guests to someone else?

It's a pity that this insistence for dignity wants to make Fusang Mountain lose the last trace of self-esteem?

If it was really attacked into the clan land by a foundation building junior, then what face did the Jinwu clan still have to claim to be the eight veins of the ancient demons?

Everyone understands this truth, and behind him, not only the three major elders, but even Wusang'er and some weak female streams in the clan also rose up one by one and stood behind him. Even some small golden crows whose cultivation was so weak that they were only two or three times agile also fluttered their wings. Flying as hard as he could, as if he wanted to participate in the last battle before the fall of glory, as a tribute.

There is no shadow of him, only his son who is already in his abnormal mind.

"Do you want to play with Ben Xiaozu? You are also worthy of ...... Give me a ...... to step on Fuso Mountain."

The killing momentum of the Golden Crow vein could not make King Xiaopeng feel half pity, and in the sneer, he was about to drop the third finger.

However, at this moment, suddenly a voice shouted: "Slow down......"

This voice was not very forceful, but it made all the heavenly demon cultivators hear it clearly, and countless eyes fell.

But I saw that in the other corner of Fusang Mountain, a man with a gray cannon, carrying his hands behind his back, stepping on the void, walked over slowly, this person was thin, and the aura on his body was not very strong, it seemed that he was only the cultivation of the first realm of Jindan, but his bearing was quite calm, with a little lazy smile on his face, he seemed to ignore the cultivation of the heavenly demons, and walked lazily, and his strange eyes fell on King Xiaopeng.

"You are the Terran spy who stole Sister Fox's immortal essence treasure?"

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was also slightly stunned, and sneered, like a cat playing with rats.

The Terran monk smiled and said, "Yes, I also peed on her bed!"

This self-admitting suddenly made the Heavenly Demon Cultivator slightly stunned, this Terran monk stole the Fox Immortal Ji Immortal Essence Treasure of Qingqiu Mountain, but they didn't hear about the fact that he also poured urine on someone's bed, but seeing that this person said so indifferently, it must be true, and the demon cultivators showed a complex and weird expression on their faces, and no one could say anything for a while......

"You...... You're looking for death!"

Hearing that the goddess in his heart was desecrated, King Golden-winged Xiaopeng suddenly had a blood-colored anger on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll count three times, you all kneel down for me and call my ancestors, otherwise the master will let you know something!"

Fang Xing ignored him and walked over slowly, his momentum was not obvious, but his tone was even more arrogant than that of King Xiaopeng.

"You...... Ha ha...... I, King Xiaopeng, crisscrossed the demon land, and today I finally met a ...... who is more horizontal than me."

King Jin Wu Xiaopeng laughed angrily, but the murderous aura on his face became more and more vigorous, his fists were already clenched, and the golden wings behind him appeared.

"Of course, the master is more horizontal than you, you are only by the ancestors behind you, and the master is because of ......"

Fang Xing slowly walked towards the Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King, and his voice suddenly became cold: "...... I was born to be amazing!"

When he said this, he had already stretched out his palm, one finger gently hooked, and at the same time shouted, "Three!"

When he drank this number, he had already rushed out suddenly, his figure was hidden in the void, and when he reappeared, he had already rushed to the front of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, almost standing close to his face, and the surrounding demon cultivators were suddenly taken aback, no one expected that this Terran monk had clearly said that he was going to shout three times, but he only shouted once, and he had already made a move, not to mention that he actually directly performed the technique of shifting.

And when he used this technique of shifting, he did not flee, but attacked.

"What is the use of such tricks for me?"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King was directly charged by a Jindan monk, and he was completely fearless, and with a loud shout, countless golden wings suddenly appeared in front of him, each golden feather was like a sharp sword, and at this moment, he wrapped himself like a hedgehog, and his spiritual power was so strong and powerful that it was not much better than ordinary Jindan.

At the same time, the two old servants, who had not relaxed their vigilance, also used secret methods to attack Fang Xing on the left and right.

In just a moment, Fang Xing fell into a heavy siege.

The baby bumps of several ancestors of Lone Blade Mountain have their own extraordinary, and it is impossible for someone to take them down so easily.

It's just that Fang Xing didn't plan to rely on any strategy to take down this Xiaopeng King, this time he made a move, just to teach a lesson to this guy who is still his junior, just now he counted directly to three, he was too lazy to wait.

Facing the 108,000 sword secret method of the golden-winged Xiaopeng King in front of him, Fang Xing didn't look at it, and directly blasted out with a punch, this moment, he ran the mountain method, and the fist intent condensed like half a mountain made him seem to be holding hundreds of thousands of catties of huge force in his hand, carrying the indescribable Xuanloess intent, and the punch fell, directly shattering all the golden sword feathers in front of the Xiaopeng King.

"Boom!"

The stars were dotted, and the golden mist was filled, all of which were fragments of golden sword feathers that had been shattered.

And Fang Xing's punch shattered the sword feather in front of King Xiaopeng, and he had already turned his fist into a grasp and grabbed his neck.

All of this happened in the light of light, and the secret methods of the two old servants had not even reached Fang Xing's body.

"Kneel down for me, or I'll beat this little bastard to death!"

Holding the neck of King Xiaopeng, as if carrying a little chicken, Fang Xing's body fled backwards in a hurry, and at the same time directly used it to meet the secret method called by the two old servants, the two old servants were taken aback, and at the same time urgently collected the secret method, the spiritual power was urgently collected and released, coupled with the power of the forced withdrawal, their faces suddenly turned blood-red, and almost a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

However, the expressions on their faces were even more shocked, and they were almost dissolved.

"Quickly let go of the little ancestor ......"

"Dare to be disrespectful to the Little Ancestor of Lone Blade Mountain, do you want to wear out your soul?"

The two of them roared, and the angry shouts of fear and fear resounded through the four fields......

In the face of Fang Xing's shot, their reaction was not unfast, and their defense was not rigorous, but it still did not change the fate of Xiaopeng Wang being captured by him, it was really Fang Xing's shot that was too strong and too fast, which even made the two of them have an illusion, although they were both cultivators in the middle of Jindan, but if Fang Xing shot at them, they would not be able to dodge......

"I said count to three, and let you all kneel, don't you kneel?"

Fang Xing lifted King Xiaopeng up, looked at the two old servants coldly and said.

"You...... If you have the ability, kill me...... The Ancestor will break your body into pieces......"

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was pinched by Fang Xing's neck, his white face had already turned purple, he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, his eyes were full of fierce light.

"Kill you?"

Fang Xing looked at him, smiled, and said, "I won't kill you, in fact, you are my junior, maybe you have to call me Xiao Zu, but Xiao Zu, I see you very unpleasantly, so ...... Lessons you will inevitably learn......"

As he spoke, in the frightened eyes of the demon cultivators, he suddenly slapped him in the face.

"Smack......

With a crisp sound, Xiaopeng Wang's face was flushed with a red and swollen palm print.

This slap stunned King Xiaopeng, the two old servants were stunned, Fusang Mountain was stunned, and the Heavenly Demon Cultivators were also stunned.

The baby pimple of Lone Blade Mountain, the dignified golden-winged Xiaopeng King, was actually slapped in public?

It's a big deal, it's too big, I can't imagine what the most face-saving Lonely Blade Mountain Ancestors will do!

However, what is even more shocking is still to come, after pumping a mouth, the Terran monk actually started to start, and the backhand was pumped back with another mouth, and then again, and then again...... Over and over again, crackling, and a series of cannon-staff-like sounds rang out, darkening the world of the flying Xiaopeng King......

The demon cultivators in the field were also shattered by this series of mouth-pumping worldviews, and they murmured in their hearts one by one: It's over, the sky is falling! (To be continued......)