Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng knew that he was indeed unable to resist, because his best skill was the golden lightning divine essence.

But now, not even the golden lightning divine essence can stop it.

However, Chen Feng still took a firm step forward and blocked the bloody wind behind him.

Then, Chen Feng forcibly wiped away the trace of panic in his heart. Infinite pride surged in his heart, and he laughed loudly: "So what if I'm a half-step Martial Emperor?"

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

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

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

Sang Zijin Jiejie laughed strangely and disappeared again.

Chen Feng's golden lightning divine essence blasted forward instinctively.

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

Chen Feng's golden lightning divine essence stood proudly on the spot, motionless.

And Sang Zijin's figure suddenly appeared, and then he was flicked away.

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

Chen Feng felt happy, but then, the joy disappeared.

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

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

There was only a very small chance that his golden lightning divine essence would be able to collide with Sang Zijin.

The greater possibility is that his golden lightning divine essence cannot touch Sang Zijin at all.

"Half-Step Martial Emperor, I am really no match for Half-Step Martial Emperor now!"

Sang Zijin was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "Okay, I didn't expect that I was touched by your blind cat and dead mouse."

"But there will be no next time, 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 you are?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he would ask this question.

Before Chen Feng could answer, Sang Zijin spoke.

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

Then, he laughed and said: "I have just judged from your movements and speed that your speed is one thousand meters with the snap of a finger!"

"A thousand meters at the snap of a finger?"

"So, is this my speed?"

Chen Feng was stunned again. He knew that his speed was very fast, but Chen Feng only knew it roughly, but did not have specific and accurate data.

But he didn't expect that Sang Zijin knew better than him.

"So, do you know how fast I am?" Sang Zijin laughed wildly.

His laughter was full of pride.

Before Chen Feng could answer, he laughed triumphantly and said, "My speed is ten meters with one thought."

"One thought reaches ten meters?"

Chen Feng had never heard of this statement before.

Chen Feng frowned and said, "What kind of division is this?"

"Haha, I know you don't know what Nian is all about." Sang Zijin said proudly with a look that saw everything through:

"Forget it, kid, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you know a lot!"

There was a trace of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "I see that there was a faint dragon's roar in your power just now, and it seemed to have a hint of Buddhism."

"I didn't expect that you don't even know the Buddhist division of time. You are really stupid and ridiculous!"

Chen Feng didn't say anything, just listened to what he said.

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

Sang Zijin smiled triumphantly and said: "I am well-read and knowledgeable. What does it mean to know some of these things?"

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

Sang Zijin said in a deep voice: "Twenty thoughts are one moment, twenty moments are one flick of the finger, twenty flicks of the finger are one stroke, twenty strokes are one moment, and there are thirty moments in a day and a night.

When Chen Feng heard this, he was instantly shocked!

As soon as he said these words, he felt that there was an extremely powerful and indescribable pressure that suddenly arose.

And Chen Feng also immediately calculated that his speed was one thousand meters with a snap of his fingers.

As for Sang Zijin, he has reached the level where speed can be measured by thoughts.

Ten meters with one thought is four thousand meters with the snap of a finger.

This speed is four times that of Chen Feng!

Let alone four times, in battle, even a speed difference of twice the speed is the difference between clouds and mud.

Sang Zijin was twice as fast as Chen Feng. His attack had already landed on Chen Feng's head when Chen Feng's attack had just reached halfway.

If the strength is about the same, then if the speed is twice as fast, it's almost impossible to fight at all.

Not to mention, the speed difference between Sang Zijin and Chen Feng is now four times!

No match at all!

Sang Zijin's voice was full of madness: "Look at me looking like this, do you know how I became like this?"

"It's because the special skill I practice is the Sword of Death!"

"My unique skill, the Sword of Death, can cultivate the death energy. It is extremely powerful, but it also makes me give up my body!"

"It's just that, under the influence of the death energy, I am not left with only my soul, but only with my mind!"

"Thinking! Boy, do you understand? Do you know what thinking is?"

"Do you know how fast your thoughts can be?"

Sang Zijin looked at Chen Feng with disdain and laughed proudly: "Thinking is reading!"

Sang Zijin laughed and said: "Chen Feng, do you realize now how big the gap between your speed and mine is?"

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

"How could you?!"

The next moment, his figure disappeared again.

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

Chen Feng was hit by a sword again in the back, and blood dripped again.

Next, Sang Zijin attacked Chen Feng crazily.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen wounds appeared on Chen Feng's body, and he looked like a bloody man.

His whole body was covered in blood!

Sang Zijin’s crazy laughter echoed throughout the Mirror Valley.

There was a loud bang, and Chen Feng was knocked away again.

This time, Chen Feng couldn't even stabilize his body and fell directly into the big lake with a bang.

In an instant, the lake was dyed red.

Xue Feng became anxious, his penetrating eyes instantly turned blood red, and he wanted to rush towards Sang Zijin.

But at this time, Chen Feng reached out and grabbed him.

Chen Feng's voice was extremely weak, and he said softly: "Xue Feng, you are no match for him."

Chen Feng knew very well that Xue Feng could never be Sang Zijin's opponent.

Xue Feng couldn't even sustain a single encounter and would be killed directly.

Sang Zijin sneered and said: "Although you are not very strong, you still have some foresight and know that he is not my opponent."