Chapter 472

The Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art is too famous. It was created for the saints of the Tianpeng clan, and it came into existence for the saints of the killing clan. In those ancient times, it became a blood-colored terror. When it comes to this sacred art, no one on earth does not change color.

It should have disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years, and it was buried in the dust of history. I never thought that it would be born again today!

"Cough..." King Jin-wing Peng coughed up blood continuously, his majestic body flowed with golden light, his eyes flickered wildly, staring at Ye Fan.

He did not expect that the unparalleled Tu Shengjue did not kill Ye Fan, but instead caused him to be severely injured. This result made him unacceptable.

"Chong!"

King Jin-wing Peng spit out his last mouthful of blood, stood up straight, showed a cruel look, his teeth were snow-white, and said: "You are beyond my expectations, but you are still going to die, this is only the first form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Art!"

He is like a blood-soaked Shura, with high fighting will and killing intent, his body is surging with waves of golden energy, and his eyes are as terrifying as cold electricity.

"Old Peng Wang really had a great chance to explore the ruins, and actually regained the supreme sacred art of the family."

"The Tianpeng clan once again possessed this supreme holy art, and not many people would dare to provoke them in the future, this kind of invisible deterrent!"

"The Holy Body of Doomsday is terrifying enough. What kind of holy art did he use to actually suppress the holy art of slaughtering? It's surprising, he must have learned some kind of ancient scripture!"

No one can be calm, everyone is full of shock, their hearts are violently ups and downs, and they stare blankly at the two masters in the field.

There was a chill in Ye Fan's eyes. King Jin-wing Peng had not died yet.

"The Second Form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Art!" King Jin-winged Peng shouted.

A blazing light pierced the world, and a golden roc bird took the shape of a human, with a cane in hand, walking from the distant sky.

The invisible killing intent is as turbulent as the tide, and the terrifying fluctuation is like a volcano.

He seemed to have come from the ancient land, and every step he fell made the mountains and rivers tremble. He possessed an unparalleled pressure that made everyone breathless.

This is the second form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Art, which transformed into a golden body of a king, strode forward, pressed against Ye Fan, and the killing intent swept the four directions.

"boom!"

With his privileged stick in his hand, he waved it down, breaking mountains and rivers, and smashing the sky like a god, possessing an irresistible power.

The golden wave of energy, like a mountain torrent, like the ocean hitting the sky, connected into an endless wave, pressing forward and burying Ye Fan below.

A terrifying attack and killing technique, a lore that is difficult to contend with, this is like a saint who is shooting mortals like ants, powerless to return to the sky.

Ye Fan's heart was awe-inspiring, he stepped on the old maniac's footwork, resolutely retreated, and blocked with a golden sea of ​​bitterness and a green lotus.

"Clang clang!"

Next to Ye Fan, the golden divine light fell like raindrops, each blow pierced through the void, and the lethality was shocking.

Everyone was stunned, and the golden figure was really like an ancient demon god. Every time he waved his scepter and fell, endless terrifying light rains came.

Every ray of divine light shot through the void and became a ruined place, with unparalleled attack power!

This is not a single attack, but thousands of light rains are flying, all of them hit Ye Fan alone, so that he can avoid it.

"The terrifying Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art is really harmful. When such a sacred art comes out, how many people in the younger generation can attack?"

"In ancient times, saints died and blood spilled on the heavens and the earth. It was caused by this kind of holy art, which is frightening!"

At this time, even the pupils of the Holy Son of Fluctlight flickered with brilliance.

Before he knew it, the divine light on his body became much brighter, almost turning into worlds, each of which was extremely clear.

Ye Fan was unavoidable, so he no longer retreated, and the holy method of fighting was sublimated to the extreme. He was evolving his own way and resisting this terrifying holy slaughter technique.

At this moment, he has no joy or worry, no distracting thoughts, the whole figure is like nothing, and his heart is empty, holding the moon in his hands, slowly pushing.

The Tai Chi Dao appeared and emerged behind him, his hands turned, one was as black as ink, the other was as white as jade, drawing the path of the Dao.

His hands turned into yin and yang gods in Tai Chi, representing true yin and true yang!

In the tai chi god chart, the yang chart gives birth to a little yin, and the yin chart gives birth to a little yang.

At this time, his hands are the true yin and the true yang, the beginning and destination of the evolutionary Tao, representing an eternal law.

His left hand represented the true yin, pitch black as ink, and when he pressed it in the void, there was a loud bang, and a huge black hole appeared.

There is nothing to see in that area, swallowing all the light, everyone can't see it, and everyone's soul will be sucked in, making the spectators horrified.

Ye Fan's left hand turned into a true yin, and he pressed down on the void, evolving into a black hole, engulfing the endless rain of light, and it would be difficult for him to attack and kill the holy art.

"You can't crack it, I'm going to kill your soul!" King Jin-wing Peng shouted, and the wild brilliance in his eyes became even more prosperous.

"boom!"

In front of him, the figure that looks like an ancient god, the clearer it is, a crown appears on Peng's head, majestic and inviolable.

The golden scepter in his hand is even more dazzling and dazzling, like a sun set on it.

This figure waved his scepter violently, and countless killing lights turned into a surging river, charging forward together.

Infinitely bright, full of splendor, thousands of golden rivers, passing through the void, pounced on Ye Fan, and everything was destroyed wherever they passed.

Everyone felt suffocated, trembled all over, and all retreated quickly.

The golden waves of energy spurted out, each of which contained the avenues of killing, the laws of heaven and earth were intertwined in the gallop, and the qi of destruction was in a mighty way.

Ye Fan was under tremendous pressure, his bones were crackling, and the black hole that had evolved from his left hand, which was as black as ink, was about to collapse. It was as if there were mountains rolling over him. If the other monks had already become muddy flesh, even his body would be rattling.

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth spilled a wisp of blood, which was not deliberately spit out by him in order to confuse the world, but was actually hurt by a real mighty force.

"boom!"

The Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art is extremely terrifying. It once caused the earth to bleed and drift, and the saints were all blood-stained in the sky, and their bodies died.

The endless light has become the only one between heaven and earth. Submerge Ye Fan, tear him apart, and turn him into broken bones and blood mud.

"The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art!" King Jin-winged Peng shouted, and the mountains trembled.

At this critical moment, he also played out the third style, linking it with the previous style, destroying the dead and pulling the rot, which is even more terrifying!

King Jin-winged Peng tried his best to perform the unparalleled holy technique in order to completely destroy Ye Fan. Only after experiencing such a battle would he know how terrifying the Eucharist is.

The only way to do it is to do his best, he didn't want to give Ye Fan a chance, he wanted to kill him in one fell swoop, and he would never be able to turn around.

"The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Art is out!"

"According to legend, as soon as this formula comes out, you will see holy blood. The ancient saints will die!"

Everyone exclaimed, their eyes widened, and they watched all this nervously. They never thought that the Golden Winged Peng King would have such a heaven-defying method.

If he continues to grow, he will thoroughly understand this supreme slaughtering art. In the future, he will definitely be another person who can slaughter saints, and he will be invincible in the world [covering the sky]!

"boom!"

Ye Fanru was struck by lightning and vomited blood. This was a very tough battle. He didn't expect the opponent's holy art to be so terrifying.

The Golden Wing Peng King really has the capital to look down on the world [covering the sky] young heroes, once the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art is released, who can take the lead?

Ye Fan fought hard, his left hand was as black as ink, representing the true yin of the Great Dao, which evolved into a black hole, and his right hand was as white as jade, representing the true yang. At this time, nothing could be transformed.

"boom!"

The nine major waves came in succession, and Ye Fan's body surface was cracked, and his body as powerful as his was almost destroyed by the monstrous mana.

The law of the endless great avenue is contained in the third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Art, and the black hole cannot completely swallow and absorb it. Ye Fan was wounded again and again and coughed up blood.

"Tu Shengjue is too terrifying, it cannot be contested!"

"The legend is indeed true. As soon as the third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Art is released, there must be a saint's blood flowing. Although Ye Fan is not a saint, the Holy Body has not broken the rumor."

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's body shook violently, and he couldn't hide. There were Dao Laws everywhere in the world, full of the bloody aura of slaughter, making him feel that the end was coming.

After many battles, this was the first time he had an ominous feeling that Tu Shengjue was aimed at him!

"cough……"

He kept coughing up blood. It was the first time that he suffered such an injury in a battle. It was an extremely difficult and dangerous battle!

Everyone was nervously paying attention, this move might be a win or lose, and many people felt that Ye Fan could not survive it.

"Sheng...uh...Sheng..., Ye Fan felt at peace at this most critical juncture, his right hand was pure white and flawless, representing the true yang, constantly flashing.

He eliminated distracting thoughts, his heart was empty, and time seemed to stand still. Suddenly, a dazzling divine light shot out from his eyes, and he figured out everything at once.

"boom!"

The right hand representing Zhenyang burst out with more radiant light than the ten suns, pressed it violently in the void, and then collided with the black hole in the left hand.

"Boom!"

This piece of heaven and earth was shattered, the sky seemed to be overturned, the earth seemed to sink forever, and everything ceased to exist.

The big collision between the true yin and the true yang, the extreme evolution of the Taiji God Diagram, Ye Fan realized many rules of the Tao in this battle of life and death.

In this arduous death battle, although he almost smashed the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art, he gained a lot, understood a lot of things, and evolved some of his own "Tao" for the first time.

"boom!"

The terrifying energy continued to explode, and Ye Fan was dripping golden blood all over his body. He was severely injured, but he smiled, revealing a mouth of snow-white teeth.

"what……"

Opposite, King Golden Wing Peng shouted, the third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Art was broken, and the god wearing the crown in front of him suddenly collapsed.

And he himself was also shocked by terror. Almost in an instant, his body was pierced by the True Yin and True Yang holes with seven or eight translucent blood holes.

The golden-winged Peng Wang was majestic and majestic, his body was stained with blood, he fell to the sky, and fluttered, his golden pupils were full of anger, and he flew upside down by the shock of terrifying energy.

"Tian Yao Ping Cha..." He yelled, trying to perform the fourth style desperately!

Ye Fan sneered, left an afterimage and rushed over, how could he let his opponent attack.

King Jin-wing Peng flew back with extreme speed, but he was still caught up by Ye Fan, and the old madman's footwork was the best.

"Om!"

Ye Fan's big golden hand clapped, and King Jin-winged Peng's Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art was interrupted, he spat blood again, passively resisting.

"when!"

The two fought fiercely, and the fleshly body fought for the first time, emitting a dazzling light.

"what……"

King Jin-wing Peng shouted, obviously suffering a big loss in this collision, his right hand was almost deformed, blood was dripping all over his body, and there were wounds that he hated a lot.

"puff!"

Ye Fan rushed over and tried his best to beat the Golden Winged Peng King. He continued to make heavy shots without giving him a chance.

In the distance, everyone was stunned, this was a life-and-death struggle, and the battle would come to an end!

"Dang", "Qiang..."

The tragic collision, King Jin-winged Peng shouted, the golden color was upside down, and he was extremely angry.

"kill!"

Ye Fan roared, and he was so angry that he twisted the arm of King Jin-winged Peng, with the tendency to swallow mountains and rivers!

"Ah..." Ye Fan shouted, shaking the sky and tearing it violently.

"puff……"

The blood splattered, and he tore off the right arm of the Golden-winged Peng King, and the Peng blood stained the sky!