Chapter 2143

At present, the young man's cultivation is no more than the peak of the virtual God, but his combat power has already surpassed the level of the virtual God. He is even better than he is. He really has no rival under He Tao, and his talent is unparalleled.

It was only at this time that all the saints on the scene realized that the young man said that he would kill all those who participated in the volition. This is not a boast.

"For a few days, you and many other powers of God have tried to kill me. Now? Every one of you has Mahayana accomplishments. If you put it on weekdays, I can only look up to it, but today all of you will die! "

Ye Pengfei's face is like frost, this word began to fall, people moved again.

This time, instead of using the flying sword, ye Pengfei rushed to the holy masters with his body. His physical body is unparalleled, which is not equal to that of ordinary saints. Now the cultivation of these saints has been reduced to the same level as him, and there is almost no fight back against Ye Pengfei's savage collision.

"I'm presumptuous, ah..."

"Stop it

"Don't..."

With the blessing of Bailei, ye Pengfei's whole body has been transformed into lightning. The three holy masters who are closest to him only feel a white electric light coming near. Before they have time to do it, they have been hit in the head by Ye Pengfei's direction.

How strong his body was, the three saints suddenly burst out of their brains, blood and flesh, and their death was extremely ugly.

Ye Pengfei will never be soft on these people who want to take their own lives. After three instructions to kill the three holy masters, he will not stay. His figure flashes again and pounces on the other holy masters.

"Let's get out of here together, or we won't get out of here."

Si Hongshuang is the first to see the situation clearly. She orders all the saints under her command to besiege Ye Pengfei and plans to attack them together.

Her idea is good, but the fact is often more cruel than her idea. When Si Hongshuang looked back, she saw that more than a dozen of the twenty saints she had brought were running away from the array. She was as impatient as a bereaved dog and had no courage to fight with Ye Pengfei.

These holy masters are all over the world. On weekdays, everyone is superior. However, she didn't expect that it would be so unbearable when it came to her. Si Hongshuang was very anxious, but she had no choice but to organize a dozen other people who were still on the scene to fight against Ye Pengfei.

Ye Pengfei just sneers at this. This big array is like a trap. It's very difficult to get out after entering. Those who escape can only circle around the periphery at most. Without him, everyone here can't get out of this array.

At the moment, six saints have been killed by Ye Pengfei. There are still 24 saints left in the field, and more than a dozen of them have escaped. In this way, ye Pengfei is relieved.

Ye Pengfei dashed, plasma splashed and his head fell to the ground where he had passed. None of the saints could resist Ye Pengfei's attack alone. The whole scene entered into a one-sided massacre.

"Poop, poop..."

Two more saints were killed by Ye Pengfei. At this time, the golden light was lingering outside his body. Jiuxuangong had been urged to the maximum. Nearly seven or eight saints were killed in a row. At this time, only Si Hongshuang and Luo Changhe, as well as the former elder Si ER and the fourth elder were left in the field.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind suddenly rises. The sword is full of meaning in the gust. The wind carries the light of the sword. The light of the sword is awe inspiring. The plants and trees that pass by turn into powder and rush towards Ye Pengfei.

"Blade storm!"

This sword storm was sent out by Si Hongshuang. She had nine swords in her hands. The wind of the sword roared like a locust passing through the country. It was very powerful.

At this time, although Si Hongshuang's cultivation was reduced to the realm of emptiness, her attainments in the meaning of the sword were still there. The nine swords combined with the subtle meaning of the sword, and the "blade storm" was much stronger than that of Ye Pengfei. She could already kill the strong in the middle of he Dao.

Ye Pengfei is awe inspiring. He stands on the top of the mountain, facing the strong wind and adding the blade to his body. He is still motionless. Countless sword blades cut on him, and his clothes broke instantly and turned into pieces of cloth. However, he could not be hurt at all. The blade could only leave a small white mark on him.

Ye Pengfei's physical defense is much stronger than his own attack. This level of attack can't do him any damage at all.

After the strong wind, Si Hongshuang and others were terrified. At this time, they realized that the strongest thing in front of them was not the talent cultivation, but the unparalleled body.

"This is the potential of sanctification of the flesh!"

"Since the fall of myth, there is no one who becomes a saint in the world. How can this boy..."

"No wonder there is no rival under he Dao. It turns out that this is his biggest card."

These four people's faces changed color, but in their hearts they were desperate. They knew that now they were in the "great array of equality of all living beings". Facing such a monster, there was no possibility of winning. The only possibility was to die in the hands of Ye Pengfei.

Despair, spread on several people.

He didn't kill these four people immediately. That is to let them also experience their despair when they were chased and killed. There is no better way to revenge than this.Ye Pengfei chuckled, and then jumped up fiercely. He kept crossing the peaks, and went to the dozen Saint killers outside the array. His flying sword roared out at the same time.

The more than a dozen holy masters who wanted to escape were wandering outside the array. They found that they could not leave here anyway. They were also desperate.

"Shua Shua..."

Countless sword meaning crisscross, sword meaning every passing a person's body, there will be countless blood limbs splash fall. At this time, ye Pengfei is just like death, harvesting the lives of these saints.

"Kill God, that person is kill God!" Seeing this, a fleeing Lord was so scared that he madly urged Zhenyuan in his body to run away.

But where can the speed be faster than ye Pengfei's flying sword? After the flying sword, the body is broken into countless pieces.

"Don't kill me. I'll give you everything. Just let me go..."

A holy Lord is kneeling to beg for mercy. When the Holy Lord faces Ye Pengfei, he can't even raise his mind of resistance.

Ye Pengfei has no mercy. Today, all the people in the Si family are going to die, and none of them can stay. As long as one escapes, he will no longer be restricted by the "great array of equality of all living beings" and will surely become a future trouble.

"Ah

"No, ah..."

"Leave me alone..."

One after another, the screams resounded through the whole mountain range, and the Golden Horn master outside the array could not help sweating when he saw this scene.

He has lived for more than 5000 years and has seen a lot of killing. When he saw Ye Pengfei's violent killing of the holy masters, he could not help but feel chilly in his heart.

"If anyone offends this boy, I'm afraid death is the lightest punishment." The Golden Horn thought to himself.