The flying sword is the most powerful magic weapon. It can kill all things and destroy all things. It can be invincible and everything will be destroyed.

"A boom!"

The magic weapon Guan Chaocheng sacrificed with his backhand was shot through by Pang Feng's flying sword.

A magic weapon was destroyed completely like this.

The void was cut off, and a crack appeared on the sea that could be seen with the naked eye.

The power of a sword cuts off the sea, this is the power of Pang Feng Feijian.

"This..." No one could say anything. Pang Feng's flying sword was so terrifying that it was simply a divine object.

A distance of several hundred meters was instantly reached, and its power was at a height of 1,000 meters, and it cut off the sea with one sword.

"No!"

At the last moment of life and death, Guan Chaocheng let out a heart-wrenching roar. He closed his hands and sacrificed his last magic weapon, gathering his lifelong skills into his hands, trying to hit the last, most terrifying blow, and thus struggling to death.

But everything was futile. Pang Feng's flying sword came again, making a deafening sound, which completely surpassed the height that Guan Chaocheng could reach.

At this moment, he felt so powerless inside that he felt his weakness for the first time.

What kind of tiger king is just a king in front of the weak. What is he considered to be a real master like Dr. Pang?

All his defense was futile, and the golden flying sword broke all his methods, and then he watched the disease shine brightly and the beautiful flying sword pierced his chest.

"Puff!"

The flying sword penetrated his chest, splashing blood, gorgeous and poignant.

His body was already covered with copper and iron bones, but under the flying sword, he was as fragile as tofu.

His internal organs were almost shattered in this moment, and his meridians were even cut into pieces and broken in an instant.

This invincible king of China was defeated in this moment, his vitality quickly disappeared, and his life came to an end.

Whatever seeks the Tao, what is pursuing immortality, and what is aspirations of lofty ambitions are all turned into void at this moment.

A golden light flashed through everything. Pang Feng raised his hand and put away the flying sword. In the sky, Guan Chaocheng's expression was still the same. He widened his eyes, and his face still looked horrified, and his body slowly fell backwards, and then began to fall freely.

The whole audience was silent, and no one finished speaking, and everyone was stunned to watch all this!

"Tiger King Guan Chaocheng died like this? Is he so straightforward?"

The head of the Miao family said this in a trembling tone.

Zou Dinghai nodded and said with a serious expression: "Guan Chaocheng is dead! Daluo Jinxian can't save his life!"

At this time, the masters of the Central Plains of the Yangtze River and the martial arts world all knelt down, and deafening cheers were heard on the six yachts in the Central Plains, and everyone said in unison: "Doctor Pang is mighty, Doctor Pang is invincible!"

At least a few thousand people were shouting loudly, shaking the sky.

At this time, Pang Feng was the supreme existence in the hearts of all warriors. Everyone looked at him with a fanatical look, just like looking at a god.

Starting today, a great king of China has fallen, and there will be no doubts about the strength of the Central Plains King in the world.

The rise of Pang Feng's myth has become inevitable. Dr. Pang is the youngest king and may also be the strongest king.

How many masters are there today in the divine realm? Who can compete with Dr. Pang? At least in the Chinese world, there is no such person anymore!
Chapter completed!