Chapter 3093

Chen Feng knew that he was really unable to resist, because his best skill was the golden lightning God.

Now, even the golden lightning Shenyuan can't stop it.

However, Chen Feng still took a firm step forward, blocking the blood wind behind him.

Then, Chen Feng forcibly wiped away the trace of confusion in his heart, and his heart filled with infinite pride, laughing: "what about banbuwu 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 lit up a raging fire of war!

Sang Zijin Jie laughed strangely, and his figure disappeared again.

Chen Feng's golden lightning God yuan instinctively rushed forward.

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

Chen Feng's golden lightning God yuan stood proudly and motionless.

And sang Zijin's body suddenly appeared, and then brushed it, and was bounced out.

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

Chen Feng was happy, but then, the happy face was hidden.

He knew that his golden lightning God yuan had hit sang Zijin just now.

To his dismay, he had to take a chance.

Only with a very small chance can his golden lightning God yuan collide with Sang Zijin.

The greater possibility is that his golden lightning God won't touch sang Zijin at all.

"Banbuwu emperor, I'm really not the opponent of banbuwu emperor now!"

Sang Zijin was obviously stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "OK, I didn't expect to be bumped by your blind cat and the dead mouse once."

"However, there is no next time, because the speed gap between the two of us is too big!"

Sang Zijin pointed to 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. He didn't know why he asked this question.

Without waiting for Chen Feng to 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 movement and speed that your speed is a snap of a finger, a thousand meters!"

"A snap of a finger a thousand meters?"

"So, is this my speed?"

Chen Feng was stunned again. He knew his speed was very fast, but Chen Feng only knew about it, but he didn't have specific and accurate data.

But I didn't expect that sang Zijin knew better than him.

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

His laughter was full of pride.

Before Chen Feng answered, he laughed triumphantly and said, "my speed is one reading ten meters."

"Read ten meters?"

Reading this, Chen Feng has never heard of it.

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

"Haha, I knew you didn't know what happened to Nian." Sang Zijin said triumphantly with an expression that saw through everything:

"Well, boy, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a long experience“

A touch of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth and said, "I see that there is a faint dragon chant in your strength just now, as if it has a breath of Buddhism."

"But I didn't expect that you didn't even know the division of time by Buddhism. It's really stupid and ridiculous!"

Chen Feng did not speak, but just listened to him go on.

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

Sang Zijin said with a triumphant smile, "I'm well read and knowledgeable. What is it to know some of these things?"

He seems to be able to guess what Chen Feng thinks

Sang Zijin said in a deep voice, "twenty thoughts are for a moment, twenty seconds are for a snap, twenty snap is for a Luo, twenty Luo is for a moment, and there are thirty moments a day and night.

Chen Feng was shocked instantly!

When he said these words, he felt that there was an indescribable pressure of extraordinarily ambitious, which suddenly occurred.

Chen Feng also immediately figured out that his speed was 1000 meters.

Sang Zijin, on the other hand, has reached the level of using ideas to measure speed.

A reading of ten meters is 4000 meters.

This speed is four times that of Chen Feng!

Let alone quadruple it. In battle, even a double speed gap is a difference between clouds and mud.

Sang Zijin is twice as fast as Chen Feng, that is, when Chen Feng's attack has just reached half of the time, his attack has already fallen on Chen Feng's head.

If the strength is similar, then the speed difference is twice, and there is almost no chance to play at all.

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

Not an opponent at all!

Sang Zijin's voice rushed Crazy: "look at my ghost now. Do you know how I became this ghost?"

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

"My unique skill, the sword of death silence, can cultivate death Qi and is extremely powerful, but it also makes me give up my body!"

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

"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 proudly, "thinking is reading!"

Sang Zijin laughed and said, "Chen Feng, are you aware of the gap between your speed and mine?"

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

"How can you?!"

The next moment, his figure disappeared again.

This time, Chen Feng's golden lightning Shenyuan didn't hit.

Chen Feng's back was hit by a sword again, bleeding again.

Next, sang Zijin frantically attacked Chen Feng.

In a twinkling of an eye, a dozen wounds appeared on Chen Feng, and the whole person was like a blood man.

The whole body is red with blood!

Sang Zijin's crazy laughter was heard above Jinggu.

With a bang, it was a loud noise, and Chen Feng was beaten away again.

This time, Chen Feng couldn't even stabilize his body. He fell down in the big lake with a straight slap.

In an instant, the lake was dyed red.

Xuefeng was anxious, and his penetrating eyes instantly became blood red, and he wanted to rush towards sang Zijin.

At this time, Chen Feng grabbed him with his hand.

Chen Feng's voice was very weak, and he said softly, "Xuefeng, you are not his opponent."

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

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

Sang Zijin sneered, "although you are weak, you still have a little vision and know that he is not my opponent."