A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 3093: The speed of horror!

The third thousand and ninety-third chapter is terrifying speed!

Chen Feng knew that he was indeed powerless to resist, because his best skill was the golden lightning god.

And now, even the golden lightning **** can't stop it.

However, Chen Feng still stepped forward firmly, blocking the wind of blood behind him.

Next, Chen Feng wiped out the panic in his heart forcibly. Infinite pride surged in his heart, and he laughed: "What about the half-step Wudi?"

"I Chen Feng? How can I be afraid?"

He stared at Sang Zijin and yelled: "Come on!"

At this time, Chen Feng's heart was raging!

Sangzi Jin Jiejie gave a weird laugh, and his figure disappeared again.

Chen Feng's golden lightning **** head blasted forward instinctively.

There was a loud bang, and there was a violent wave in the air.

Chen Feng's golden lightning **** stood proudly, motionless.

And Sang Zijin's figure suddenly appeared, and then he was shot and flew out.

There was a flash of light above his long sword, including his body!

Chen Feng was overjoyed, but then the joy disappeared.

He knew that his golden lightning spirit had hit Sang Zijin just now.

What frustrated him was that he could only rely on his luck.

Only a very small chance, his golden lightning **** will be able to collide with Sang Zijin.

The more likely thing is that his golden lightning **** 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, and then smiled: "Okay, I didn't expect your blind cat to bump into a dead mouse once."

"However, there is no next time, because the speed of the two of us is too far apart!"

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 moment, wondering why he asked this question.

Without waiting for Chen Feng's answer, Sang Zijin spoke.

Obviously, he didn't expect Chen Feng to answer at all.

Next, he laughed and said: "I have judged from your movement and speed just now, your speed is one flick, one kilometer!"

"One flick refers to a kilometer?"

"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 is full of pride.

Without waiting for Chen Feng to answer, he smiled triumphantly again: "My speed is ten meters in one thought."

"Ten meters in one reading?"

Read this statement, Chen Feng has never heard of it.

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 through everything:

"Never mind, boy, today I am in a good mood, so I will 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 time in the Buddhist school. It's really stupid and ridiculous!"

Chen Feng didn't speak, just listened to him.

But there was already a storm in his heart. He didn't expect that Sang Zijin also knew these things about Buddhism, and he seemed to know more than himself.

Sang Zijin smiled triumphantly: "I have read many books and are knowledgeable, knowing what these things are?"

He seems to be able to guess Chen Feng's thoughts

Sang Zijin said in a deep voice: "Twenty thoughts are a moment, twenty moments are a flick, twenty flicks are a premonition, twenty premonitions are a moment, a day and a night there are thirty moments.

Chen Feng was shocked when he heard it!

As soon as he said these words, he felt that there was a kind of inexplicable coercion that was particularly grandiose, suddenly produced.

And Chen Feng also counted it out immediately, his speed was one thousand meters in one flick.

Sang Zijin has reached the level of measuring speed by thinking.

When you read ten meters, you mean four kilometers in one flick.

This speed is four times that of Chen Feng!

And let alone quadruple, in battle, even if the speed difference is doubled, it is the difference between clouds and mud.

Sang Zijin's speed is twice as fast as Chen Feng, which means that when Chen Feng's attack has just reached halfway, his attack has 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 mention, the speed gap between Sang Zijin and Chen Feng is now four times as fast!

Not an opponent at all!

Sang Zijin’s voice went crazy: "Look at me like a ghost now, do you know how I became this ghost?"

"Because, my unique skill in cultivation is the sword of death!"

"My trick, the sword of death, can cultivate death aura, it is extremely powerful, but it also made me 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 your speed is from mine?"

"Do you know now? How can you win me?"

"How could you possibly?"

The next moment, his figure disappeared again.

This time, Chen Feng's golden lightning spirit did not hit.

Chen Feng was struck again in the back, 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 **** person.

The whole body is blood red!

Sang Zijin's crazy laughter resounded above Jinggu~IndoMTL.com~ There was a loud bang, and Chen Feng was beaten into the air again.

This time, Chen Feng couldn't even stabilize his figure, and he fell into the big lake with a snap.

In an instant, the lake was stained red.

The blood wind is rushing, his clear eyes instantly turn blood red, and he wants to rush towards Sang Zijin.

At this time, Chen Feng reached out and grabbed him.

Chen Feng's voice is already very weak, he said softly: "Bloodwind, you are not his opponent."

Chen Feng is very clear that Blood Wind is definitely not Sang Zijin's opponent.

Blood wind can't support even a single face, and will be killed directly.

Sang Zijin sneered and said: "Although you are not strong, you still have a little vision, knowing that he is not my opponent."