Chen Feng knew that he was indeed powerless to resist, because his best skill was the golden lightning god.
But now, even the golden lightning spirit could not stop it.
However, Chen Feng still stepped forward firmly, blocking the wind of blood behind him.
Then, Chen Feng forcibly erased the trace of panic in his heart. Infinite pride surged in his heart, and he laughed: "What about half-step Wudi?"
"I, Chen Feng? How can I be afraid?"
He stared at Sang Zijin and shouted: "Co on!"
At this ti, Chen Feng's heart was raging!
Sangzi Jin Jiejie gave a weird laugh, and his figure disappeared again.
Chen Feng's golden lightning spirit blasted forward instinctively.
There was a loud bang, and there was a sharp wave in the air.
Chen Feng's golden lightning **** stood proudly, motionless.
But Sang Zijin's figure suddenly appeared, and then he was shot and flew out.
There was a burst of light flashing above his long sword, including his body!
Chen Feng was overjoyed, but then the joy disappeared.
He knew that his golden lightning **** had just hit Sang Zijin.
What frustrated him was that he could only rely on his luck.
There is only a very small chance that his golden lightning spirit can collide with Sang Zijin.
The greater possibility is that his golden lightning gods will never touch Sang Zijin.
"Half-step Wudi, I am really not the half-step Wudi's opponent!"
Sang Zijin was also obviously taken aback for a while, and then smiled: "Okay, I didn't expect to be touched by your blind cat and dead mouse once."
"However, there is no next ti, because the speed difference between the two of us is too big!"
Sang Zijin pointed at Chen Feng and laughed wildly: "Boy, I know your speed is not weak, do you know how fast your speed is?"
Chen Feng froze for a mont, not knowing why he asked this question.
And without waiting for Chen Feng to answer, Sang Zijin spoke.
Obviously, he did not expect Chen Feng to answer at all.
Then, he laughed and said: "I have judged from your movent and speed just now, your speed is a snap, one kiloter!"
"A thousand ters in one flick?"
"So, is this my speed?"
Chen Feng was stunned again. He knew that his speed was very fast, but Chen Feng only knew roughly, but did not have specific and accurate data.
Unexpectedly, Sang Zijin knew better than him.
"So, do you know how fast I am?" Sangzi Jin laughed wildly.
His laughter was full of pride.
Before Chen Feng could answer, he smiled triumphantly: "My speed is ten ters per thought."
"Ten ters in one read?"
Chen Feng had never heard of this statent.
Chen Feng frowned and said, "What kind of division is this?"
"Haha, I know you don't know what is going on." Sang Zijin said triumphantly with a look of everything.
"Never mind, boy, I am in a good mood today, so let you have a long experience!"
There was a touch of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and he said: "I see a faint dragon chant in your power just now, it seems to have a trace of Buddhism."
"Unexpectedly, you don't even know the division of ti in the Buddhist school. It's really stupid and ridiculous!"
Chen Feng didn't speak, but just listened to him.
However, there was already a storm in his heart. He did not expect that Sang Zijin also knew these things about Buddhism, and he seed to know more than himself.
Sang Zijin smiled triumphantly: "I've read many books and learned a lot. What are so of these things?"
He seems to be able to guess Chen Feng's thoughts
Sang Zijin said in a deep voice: "Twenty thoughts are a mont, twenty monts are a flick, twenty flicks are a premonition, twenty premonitions are a mont, a day and a night there are thirty monts.
Chen Feng was shocked instantly!
When these words were said, he felt that there was a kind of inexplicable coercion that was particularly grandiose, suddenly produced.
And Chen Feng also counted it out imdiately, his speed was one thousand ters in one flick.
But Sang Zijin has reached the level of asuring speed by thinking.
One reading of ten ters ans four kiloters in one flick.
This speed is four tis that of Chen Feng!
And let alone quadruple, in the battle, even if the speed difference is doubled, it is the difference between clouds and mud.
Sang Zijin's speed was twice as fast as Chen Feng, which ans that when Chen Feng's attack was halfway through, his attack had already landed on Chen Feng's head.
If the strength is similar, then the speed difference is doubled, almost completely out of play.
Not to ntion, the speed gap between Sang Zijin and Chen Feng is now four tis as big!
Not an opponent at all!
Sang Zijin's voice went crazy: "Look at like a ghost now, do you know how I beca this ghost?"
"It's because my unique skill in cultivation is the sword of death!"
"My trick, the sword of death, can cultivate death aura. It is extrely powerful, but it also made give up my body!"
"It's just that, under the effect of death, I am not only left with soul, but only thinking!"
"Thinking! Boy, do you understand? Do you know what thinking is!"
"Do you know how fast thinking is?"
Sang Zijin looked at Chen Feng disdainfully, and laughed triumphantly: "Thinking is reading!"
Sang Zijin laughed and said, "Chen Feng, are you now aware of how far away your speed is from mine?"
"Do you know now? How can you win ?"
"How could you?"
The next mont, his figure disappeared again.
This ti, Chen Feng's golden lightning spirit did not hit.
Chen Feng struck a sword in the back again, again dripping with blood.
Next, Sang Zijin madly attacked Chen Feng.
In a blink of an eye, a dozen wounds appeared on Chen Feng's body, and his whole person was like a blood man.
All over the body is blood red!
Sang Zijin's crazy laughter resounded above Jinggu.
With a bang, there was a loud noise, and Chen Feng was beaten into the air again.
This ti, Chen Feng couldn't even stabilize his figure, and he fell into the big lake with a snap.
In an instant, that piece of lake water was stained red.
The blood wind was rushing, his transparent eyes beca blood red in an instant, and he wanted to rush towards Sang Zijin.
But at this ti, Chen Feng reached out and grabbed him.
Chen Feng's voice was already extrely weak. He said softly, "Bloodwind, you are not his opponent."
Chen Feng knew very well that Blood Wind could never be Sang Zijin's opponent.
The blood wind can't support even a single face, and it will be killed directly.
Sang Zijin sneered and said, "Although you are not strong, you still have a little insight, knowing that he is not my opponent."
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