Peerless Glory System

Chapter 322 You don't know anything about power

Ying Zongdao stood there motionless as if he was stupid.

And the first cold night's attack is not static.On the contrary, the speed was as fast as thunder.

The five sharp weapons that seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth suddenly fell down.The sound of howling wind, the sharp edge shining with golden light, brought people a sense of opening up the world.

Ling Feng had no doubts that such an attack didn't have to fall on him at all, just getting close to them, he would be stabbed into a hornet's nest by the extreme sharpness.And if it is chopped by these weapons, it will definitely become dust in the air.

boom!
Five weapons, in five directions, all fell towards Ying Zongdao in the center.

The next moment, they hit Ying Zongdao's body.The power detonated by the collision reduced the area of ​​several tens of feet into nothingness within one breath.

The entire realm of Taixu also became extremely unstable at this moment.

After all, this is an unreserved attack from the Saint Realm, no matter how strong the Taixu Realm is, it will be collapsed by the blasted space.

In the center of the battlefield, waves of gold-type sharp lights shot out in all directions.They are like a tide, like a virus, spreading rapidly.

In the void, it was as if a golden firework was blooming, and it was extremely gorgeous.Of course, behind this resplendent beauty lies endless destructive energy.

Ling Feng was clearly hundreds of feet away, but the aftermath of that power still made his blood churn.

The extreme sword intent in his body automatically protected the master at this moment.The state of being eager to try, seems to have some power to make it boil.

Looking at the golden torrent behind the first cold night, and seeing the magical weapons on it that were like tearing the sky, Ling Feng had an unbelievable feeling.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, behind the first cold night, are more than these four weapons.If the extreme sword intent was used as a reference, wouldn't the first cold night comprehend dozens of artistic conceptions?
Ling Feng felt absurd for having such an idea.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng shook his head and rejected the idea.It is impossible for a single person to have so much energy, such a terrifying talent.It should just be that his original way is unique.

What interested Ling Feng was Ying Zongdao's current situation.

He didn't think that Ying Zongdao would die under this blow.

Sure enough, when the golden tide was completely wiped out, Ying Zongdao still stood in the void with a fluttering blue robe and an extremely indifferent expression.

Even, his position didn't show any signs of moving.

With his hands behind his back, he was gentle and elegant, like a frail scholar, and said with a chuckle, "The first cold night, this is your original way? At the sixth level of the saint realm, I think you have lived like a dog in this life."

The first Leng Ye's face was extremely solemn, at his age, there should be a city.Ying Zongdao's words didn't even have the ability to make him angry.

It's just that Ying Zongdao can dodge it so easily with a method that even he can't see through, which is unacceptable to him.

"Hmph! Ying Zongdao, don't get complacent too early." The first cold night said indifferently: "It's just a projection of the primordial spirit, and the old man still has a lot of methods that he hasn't used."

"Then go ahead, if it's just that, then I will be too disappointed." Ying Zongdao smiled with bright eyes.

The Art of Smelting Thousands of Soldiers!

The first cold night pointed his right hand to the sky, and immediately after that, dozens of weapons in the golden torrent behind him began to fuse.

Soon, the golden torrent completely faded away, and in its place was a gleaming golden figure standing upright.

Golden Light Hunyuan Fist!
Wrapped in sharp golden light, the giant punched in the direction of Ying Zongdao.

In an instant, golden light surged out.Far surpassing the speed of the naked eye and perception, this fist blasted the sky and earth apart.

From Ling Feng's point of view, nothing had happened yet, and the punch was not over.

Even if Ling Feng knew that his strength was weak, he was not qualified to see through a battle of this level.But the first cold night's punch still made him feel hopeless and small.

What about Ying Zongdao?how is he

This golden meteorite-like fist passed straight through Ying Zongdao.

With Ying Zongdao as the center of the circle, his position is like an airdrop battlefield, full of devastation.Endless void black holes emerged little by little.

There was a smile on the face of the first cold night, and he was confident that he could defeat any opponent with this blow.

But soon, his smile froze.

Ying Zongdao's figure seemed to be between reality and reality. The golden fist clearly pierced through his body, but it couldn't cause him any real damage.

The way of space can be used to such an extent.Ling Feng looked at it with eyes shining.

He was so shocked!The Extreme Sword Intent that Ling Feng has learned is also a branch of the Dao of Space, but for its application, Ling Feng only stays on its surface.

Ling Feng only saw its powerful and explosive destructive power, but like Ying Zongdao, he still couldn't do it, wandering between space and reality.

Especially now that they are still fighting, the first Leng Ye's offensive will destroy even the void!
Even if you hide in the cracks in the void, it is impossible to be free.

How did Ying Zongdao do it?
Ling Feng couldn't figure it out.Not only was Ling Feng puzzled, but the first cold night was completely terrified by Ying Zongdao.

Of course he knew what direction Ying Zongdao was practicing, but no matter how powerful the Space Dao was, it was impossible to offset all the attacks!And this situation is too easy.

This is like a contest between two different levels. He is the challenger, while Ying Zongdao is the challenger, and he is the challenger standing at the highest point.This feeling made the first cold night very uncomfortable.

"Shen Feng Zhan!" The first Leng Ye roared, and shot again.

The golden giant in front of him folded his hands towards the sky.They merged and merged, and soon, they turned into a big knife.

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed, and what Ling Feng felt from the big sword was far beyond the power of the land-level tattooed soldiers.

This knife is extremely terrifying!
But the next moment, Ying Zongdao said: "You let me down too much, your skills really stop here!"

"I don't like slapstick, so, end it!"

A cold voice came from Ying Zong's mouth, and immediately after, his blue robe moved without wind.There was movement like ripples in the void, and Ying Zongdao pointed at the ripples.

boom!
The sword in the golden giant's hand disappeared, and the golden giant also began to die.

Then, Ying Zongdao disappeared.When he reappeared, he was already in front of the first cold night.

The distance between the two, at this moment, is less than one foot.

The first cold night panicked, his biggest hole card was easily disintegrated, which made him completely dumbfounded.

"How is it possible? At this time, you only have the fifth level of a saint. How could you break my way so easily? It's impossible!" The first cold night cried out in a broken voice.

"You know nothing about power!"

(End of this chapter)