There were sharp golden divine swords everywhere in the sky. Each of them was spitting out sword light that shot into the sky. This was a frightening sea of swords that stretched as far as the eye could see. Its murderous intent was shocking.
108,000 swords!
In the distant sky, many people were shocked. Anyone who was trapped in this sword forest would be terrified.
"This birdman is too terrifying. How did he forge so many swords?" Tu Fei felt that something was wrong.
Qing Yi's expression changed as well. "Looks like the Little Roc King can't maintain his transcendent state. In a physical battle, he is at a disadvantage, so he has to use the Peng Feather Swords that he cultivates with his life."
"These aren't golden feathers that can be shot out casually. They are refined from the feathers of a divine roc. It's one of the strongest killing techniques of the Tian Peng Race!"
"The Peng Feather Swords have the mark of the race's inheritance. He is the descendant of the old Peng King. It's hard to estimate how powerful he is!"
Many Demonic Race cultivators were discussing in low voices. They felt that Ye Fan was in a dangerous situation.
"What's the big deal? Roast a bird and burn it all. Let's see how arrogant he is then!" the large black dog muttered.
"This crazy birdman is too terrifying. I feel that he is even more uneasy than the Wavering Light Saint Son!" Tu Fei said to himself.
"Luckily, his cultivation level is suppressed to the second sky of the Dao Palace. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable." Yan Ruyu's expression was calm as she said, "Once the Peng Feather Swords are completed, 108,000 divine roc feathers will shoot out at the same time. They can shake the world."
"He can use his Peng Feather Swords at such a young age. It's really surprising."
In the sky, the Little Roc King stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were very sharp, like heavenly swords being unsheathed. The light that shot out was frightening.
"Thousand Feather Swords, slash!" he shouted, and the thousand golden swords in the sky slashed towards the same target.
The thousand swords attacked, slashing through the sky and drowning Ye Fan underneath. This was an attack that made people shudder. The thousand swords shot out at the same time, slashing through the sky.
"Swish, swish, swish …"
The dazzling light was as thick as a water bucket and extremely sharp. They rushed over like flood dragons, unstoppable as if they could pierce through the sky!
"Dang, dang, dang …"
Ye Fan's every move was the Battle Saint Art, shattering the sword rays one after another. The Li Fire Divine Cauldron hovered above his head as he lunged at the Little Peng King.
This was an extremely hair-raising scene. A thousand feathers and a thousand swords hacked through heaven and earth, their power astonishing.
In the distant sky, the spectators felt a chill run down their spines. Even though they were so far away, they could still feel the terrifying killing intent. The sword beams were as thick as buckets, and the killing intent was boundless, causing them to feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
It was already like this outside the battlefield, let alone inside the forest of swords. It was hard to imagine how much killing intent Ye Fan had to endure.
108,000 swords flew through the air, and every single golden sword exuded a terrifying killing intent. When they gathered together, they formed a terrifying destructive aura.
"Dang, dang …"
Ye Fan was like a god of war. His entire body was bathed in divine light, causing the sky to tremble. He fought his way through, and although there were thousands of swords slashing at him, they could not stop him at all.
The sword auras all over the sky were shattered by him. This was the supreme power of the Sacred Body of the Ancients, which was even stronger than divine weapons. Anything it hit would be destroyed.
The Little Peng King stood still in the forest of swords. His eyes were filled with boundless killing intent as he shouted, "3,000 Swords, Chaos the Void!"
"Clang, clang, clang …"
The divine swords chimed together, and 3,000 golden swords shot out at the same time. The sword beams intertwined, forming a terrifying inescapable net that was dense and eerie.
Even with his Sacred Body of the Ancients, Ye Fan felt as if his body was being torn apart by such a powerful attack.
The 3,000 swords struck at the same time, splitting the sky. The sword aura soared into the sky and sent him flying.
"Chi, chi, chi …"
The sword beams pierced through the sky like rainbows, one after another. They were endless, and the sky was dazzling.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan struggled to shatter the thousands of sword auras, then began to activate the Divine Cauldron of Li Fire.
The cauldron quickly enlarged above his head, and the colorful lid flew into the sky with a loud clang. A large amount of black flames rushed out of the cauldron's mouth.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The thousands of swords slashed at him and were instantly covered by the black flames. The scorching temperature was terrifying, and it melted all 1,300 golden swords on the spot.
Golden light flickered in the sky, and the golden color slowly dimmed in the black flames. Over a thousand Feathery Peng Swords were destroyed and burned to ashes.
The Little Peng King's golden hair stood on end and danced wildly. His eyes were cold. The destruction of over a thousand swords made him feel very pained, and he could not help but let out a long roar.
"What kind of fire is that? How could it be so terrifying?"
"The Feathery Peng Swords are sharp and unstoppable, yet he burned over a thousand swords with a single fire. How surprising."
"Could it be the same kind of fire that burned the Supreme Elder of the Ji family to death? No, it's not the colorful kind."
There wasn't a single spectator whose expression didn't change. The temperature of this kind of fire was so high that it made people's hearts palpitate even though they were so far away. If they were engulfed by it, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The Li Flame Divine Cauldron was sparkling and translucent. It blossomed with prismatic light as it suspended above Ye Fan's head. Raging flames surged and burned fiercely. The black flames even warped the void.
His body flickered as he was surrounded by this kind of flame. His battle intent was high as he took steps in the void and pressed forward.
The Little Peng's expression was cold as he shouted, "Peng Feather Regeneration!"
His entire body was like gold as divine radiance rushed out one after another. The golden swords were completely replenished and became 108,000 swords again.
The powerful killing intent condensed together and formed a forest of swords that made people despair. Every single one of the swords clanged and shook the sky!
"He actually comprehended the Sky Peng Race's great killing technique to such a level, reaching the Peng Feather Regeneration and the undying sword intent!"
"108,000 swords, as long as the sword intent is not extinguished, the divine swords will not be extinguished unless all of the swords are destroyed in one go!"
In the distance, there wasn't a single person whose expression didn't change. This kind of undying divine sword would give any opponent a headache. They would grow and multiply endlessly, and in the end, they would definitely be destroyed.
"Ten thousand swords move at the same time!"
The Little Peng King shouted. Tens of thousands of swords vibrated. The sword energy was dazzling, piercing through the void and creating a formidable sword net in this area.
Ye Fan urged the Li Fire Divine Furnace, making it more than one hundred meters tall and hovering in the sky like a towering mountain.
At this moment, he didn't need to hold back anymore. The endless black flame shot out everywhere.
It was the black flame he had taken from the Fallen Sun Ridge in the Absolute Beginning Forbidden Land. Although it was just the surface, it still had a terrifying temperature.
Boom!
The great fire reached the sky. The black divine flame swept everywhere. Tens of thousands of swords were swallowed and burned down slowly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Little Peng King bloomed with light. Tens of thousands of swords flew out, replenishing the forest of swords.
"This abnormal monster!" Tu Fei was frightened.
"If it continues like this, the black flame will be exhausted sooner or later. However, his Peng Feather Swords aren't extinguished. Ye Fan can't imagine the consequences," said Qing Yi.
"That's not necessarily the case. He's paying a price to regenerate his Peng feathers. If this goes on for a long time, I'm afraid he won't be able to endure it," said Yan Ruyu.
108,000 swords moved at the same time, cutting through the sky and drowning Ye Fan. He used the Li Fire Divine Furnace to open the way and attacked the Little Peng King.
Boom!
The black flame was monstrous and raged in all directions, rushing toward the swords.
108,000 swords vibrated at the same time. Endless murderous intent rushed out and gathered into a giant divine sword that towered over the clouds. This was the murderous intent of 108,000 swords!
Slash!
The thousand-meter-long sword slashed down. The terrifying murderous intent sent chills down Ye Fan's spine. 108,000 swords merged into one, and the murderous intent was boundless!
Bang!
Ye Fan was sent flying in an instant. Such a killing technique was a terrifying blow to his Sacred Body of the Ancients.
"What a monster. Is this really a duel between cultivators at the Second Heaven of the Doctrine Palace?!"
"The killing technique of the Roc Race is frightening. If it weren't for the Sacred Body of the Ancients, I'm afraid that person would have been killed in both body and soul."
…
In the distant sky, the crowd found it difficult to remain calm.
Boom!
Ye Fan activated the Li Fire Divine Furnace. Flames burned in all directions, sweeping toward the 108,000 swords.
Clang, clang, clang …
The golden swords shot out like rainbows and appeared behind the Little Peng King, avoiding the flames that filled the sky.
Although he had reached the level of Roc Feather Regeneration, he could not withstand such terrifying flames. He did not want to be hurt.
The two of them confronted each other!
The Little Peng King did not expect his talent to be restrained by his opponent. The black flames in his opponent's furnace were a great threat to his Peng Feather Swords.
"The Sacred Body of the Ancients can indeed look down on those of the same level. It can even suppress the Little Peng King," Tu Fei said happily.
Cyan Yi shook his head and said, "It's still too early to say. The Little Peng King has the potential to become a great emperor. No matter how you look at it, he is not much weaker than the Sacred Body of the Ancients. It's just that the weapons are restraining each other."
"There is still a gap. His physical body was tempered in the Four Levels Secret Realm," Tu Fei said.
"Is the Sacred Body of the Ancients really that terrifying? Even the one who gave our demon race hope of becoming a great emperor is at a disadvantage when they are at the same level! "Several demon cultivators whispered.
Boom!
All of a sudden, an extremely horrifying murderous aura appeared in the sky. It made one's body and soul tremble involuntarily.
It was as if a primordial beast had broken free from its seal and came to this world. Endless murderous aura swept the sky!
"That is …" Everyone was shocked.
A pitch-black weapon appeared in the Little Peng King's hand. It was eerie and terrifying. The horrifying aura was coming from it.
"The Great Desolate Halberd!"
Many people's expressions changed. Some of the lesser demons turned pale and almost knelt on the ground.
The weapon made of black metal seemed to have a life of its own. The murderous aura soared into the sky, making one's hair stand on end. It also had a daunting power.
"It really is the Great Desolate Halberd. It is the demonic weapon that the Old Peng King used to kill for his entire life!"
"That's right. It is indeed the Great Desolate Halberd. It has killed countless people. Blood flows like a river, and corpses pile up like a mountain. I wonder how many lives have been taken by it!"
The pitch-black weapon's murderous aura soared into the sky. It flashed with a cold metallic luster. It was like a ferocious wild beast, emitting an extremely horrifying aura.
"This is not fair. Little Peng King, you have the weapon of a demon giant. How are you going to fight?!" Tu Fei shouted.
"Don't worry. It has been sealed, but it still has the power of the Great Desolate!" The Little Peng King answered indifferently.
The Great Desolate Halberd was a demonic weapon that a demon master had spent his entire life refining. Although it could not be compared to an extreme weapon, it was still very horrifying.
"It has indeed been sealed. The Old Peng King will not let him rely on a demonic weapon so early." Yan Ruyu nodded.
No one knew how horrifying the Great Desolate Halberd was. Rumor had it that it was as heavy as a mountain. Even cultivators in the Four Levels would find it difficult to hold it.
Perhaps only the Golden-winged Little Peng King and Ye Fan, who had a Sacred Body of the Ancients, could use it at a lower level.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King stood there with the Great Desolate Halberd in his hand. His entire body shone like gold. As for the Great Desolate Halberd, it was as black as ink. It formed a sharp contrast. The killing intents of the two fused together, rippling like a vast ocean.
Behind him, 108,000 great swords stood erect towards the sky. The sword energy shot into the sky, making him look incomparably terrifying. His robust body had a wild killing intent.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan summoned his own cauldron. The two-inch-tall cauldron quickly enlarged to a meter high, replacing the position of the Divine Fire Furnace and suspending above his head.
This cauldron was simple and natural. There was no killing intent. It gave off a natural feeling, as if it was describing the 'Dao' and 'truth' of the world.
Wisps of mysterious yellow light fell from the cauldron, tightly protecting him. It made him look as if he had fused with the Great Dao.
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