Chapter 645 Pressure
At the gate of the fortress, Anjing retracted his fist.
What was in front of him was the steel and cement corridor that was blasted and penetrated layer by layer by Kurong's blasting fist, leading directly to the core inner chamber.
"You go and sweep away the other debris, and I'll clean up the big one."
An Jing gave the instructions, and after Huo Qing and Nianquan responded, they turned into shadows on the left and right. , rushed into the inside of the fortress.
And he stepped forward.
The power supply system of the fortress has been knocked out by one punch. Now the dim yellow lights and red warning lights of the emergency power supply fill the interior of the fortress. Broken pipes are spewing water, and fires caused by short circuits stir up steam.
An Jing walked forward, his steps becoming heavier and heavier, and platinum-gold lines spread all over his body starting from his heart.
He knows that the third leader of the Yeqian Gang will not die so easily. He is a foundation builder. He will be injured at most if he takes a punch from himself, and he will die early.
“Why pretend to be dead.”
The heavy footsteps did not avoid the steel and rocks on the ground, grinding all the debris into dust. Invisible gas surrounded Anjing, and the steaming water mist and electric sparks could not get close to him.
Arrived at the door of the office, he said calmly: "Do you think you can escape?"
Without reply, Meng Ang, who was originally mounted on the wall like a dead man, suddenly raised his head, Most of his superficial skin had been shattered, revealing his body that looked like a metal skull beneath the flesh.
The feathered monk who was accumulating strength to fight back spoke, the magical weapon condenser forged from spiritual steel was accumulating strength, and then, it exploded!
Boom!
Meng Ang, whose face was covered with blood, screamed, and the materialized sound waves exploded. The layered ring shock waves set off strong winds. All the glass in the entire fortress was shattered by the terrifying roar, and An Jing punched out The corridor leading directly to the outside of the fortress became a jet vent, from which a terrifying sonic hurricane blew out, scraping away half a foot of soil from the ground.
Where Anjing was, a large amount of dust suddenly erupted. The walls, cement and wood were completely shattered into debris, and the ground was completely shattered, turning into a huge dust pit.
[Xianji·Tianlong Leiyin]
But the next moment, with a burst of strong wind, all the smoke and dust were blown away, Meng Ang's pupils shrank, and he could only see a shadow .
He rolled sideways in embarrassment, and just a moment later, his original position had been replaced by Anjing.
A hand blasted through the wall, and Anjing's body and clothes were covered with a layer of platinum lines, exuding an indestructible aura.
The 'Tianlong Leiyin' who was able to smash a row of chariots just now actually didn't even change his hairstyle, while An Jing exploded with fist power and penetrated the entire fortress completely, creating a tunnel that was transparent from front to back.
Crash.
An Jing withdrew his hand, and the entire fortress was shaking slightly. These two punches had shaken its load-bearing structure. An Jing slowly retracted his arm, and the shattered metal structures in the fortress were blown away by him. Under the influence of the spiritual power, the decay was shattered, and the essence of it disappeared into the white-golden halo, strengthening the strength of the young warrior.
He turned his head and looked calmly at Meng Ang, who was rolling away in embarrassment, but had already taken the opportunity to pick up his magic weapon, the long sword.
"An Xuan!"
He roared loudly: "You are seeking death! My brothers and the others will soon..."
An Jing did not wait for the other party to finish this nonsense, he raised his head With his fingers, he condensed the golden spiritual light that was gathering toward him into a small dot.
Then bounce away.
The sudden surge of platinum light rolled like a cannonball and flew towards Meng Ang, taking up the spiral energy. The powerful power turned into a dazzling speed. The platinum light spots broke through the layers of smoke and steam. , emitting a sharp whistle in mid-air, hitting Meng Ang's head. With the power contained in this platinum projectile, even the steel plates of the outer armor of the battleship will be pierced, and even the foundation-building experts will definitely have their skulls shattered.
But after all, Meng Ang is not a parallel importer who was fed drugs to build a foundation. He is a gang leader who rose through the ranks after thousands of battles.
Dang!
A sword light flashed, and at the most critical moment, Meng Ang was still able to raise his energy and strike the projectile with his sword!
With a violent buzzing sound, An Jing's ejected Jinsha projectiles immediately exploded and turned into ordinary Jinsha again.
Meng Ang turned out to be a rare 'wind spirit root', a heterogeneous form of wood and fire spirit roots.
With a wave of the sword, it turned into an arc. The long knife in his hand had turned into a rapidly vibrating phonon blade. The powerful wind energy was poured into it, and even the surrounding area of the long knife was covered with hazy white. The fog shrouded, shaking everything within it.
"Bad boy, this is your mistake!"
Hold his beloved soldier tightly, raised his sword and got into a posture. Even though his body had long been transformed into a metal skeleton, Meng Ang He still felt like he was in a cold sweat - he was really almost killed by An Jing's punch. If he was a flesh and blood body, he could only survive two punches at most.
How far has this little monster’s body training reached? It is really hard and strong, this dragon elephant is so powerful that it is outrageous!
But it doesn't matter, the 'Buzhou Feng' in his hand is the latest phonon weapon developed by the company, which is specially designed to overcome all body refining. Even Taixu Tianship level armor will be destroyed by it as long as the spiritual patterns are not activated. Easy to cut!
Zheng!
Stepping forward, the sword in Meng Ang's hand burst out with light. This was a decisive blow. If the enemy died, then I died. It was full of determination and madness with no turning back and indomitable progress!
This blow really condensed Meng Ang's fighting momentum for many years, and his violent will even condensed into a screaming sword intent, allowing him to break through the level that had blocked him for ten years!
“The knife is good.”
The sword's intention was like a waterfall, crashing down towards Anjing's head, as if it was about to strike him down from the middle.
In such a critical situation, he raised his hand.
Spread your fingers.
Collapse.
In this way, I held the phonon knife that condensed powerful vibration energy and could disintegrate the structure of all materials.
No! Not hold it, but crush it!
Under the astonished gaze of Meng Ang, the long knife in his hand had already begun to disintegrate before being held by An Jing. The powerful golden evil filled the air and turned into an almost absolute realm, 'Sale of Soldiers' When the spirit-casting magical power is activated, any metal weapon with exquisite skills but insufficient quality can only be turned into dust.
This is also why the more powerful the monks are, the more they need powerful magic weapons and spiritual treasures, because as their strength improves, no matter how exquisite the magic weapons with the highest skills are, they are just miraculous tricks. The fluctuations of spiritual evil spreading around the body are enough to crush all low-level creations!
A refining long knife, then An Jing turned his fist into a palm, and pushed it out horizontally. This palm seemed to have no fireworks, but it actually used the power of Dan Jin. The force exploded. The dragon elephant that exploded at this moment hit Meng Ang's chest with great force, exploding the room full of blood, turning flesh and blood into smoke, and turning into metal mud!
Meng Ang’s skull-like head fell to the ground. Half of his face was still covered with flesh and blood, and his expression was horrified and confused. He was not dead yet. Anjing’s power did not spread, but only destroyed his body. He His limbs and head fell to the ground like parts.
The spiritual message of the Ascension Monk allowed him to feel these broken limbs, but he could not move them.
"How could it be so fast? How could it be so fast..."
With only his head left, he was at a loss at first, and then yelled crazily: "The Rusty Feather Platform is obviously still there Preparation, there is no action at all, are there just the three of you!"
"Yes."
On both sides of the office, Nian Quan and Huo Qing were walking slowly with a bunch of bleeding heads. As they came forward, some of these heads were still alive like Meng Ang, but most of them were dead.
Nianquan whispered: "It's just the three of us."
(End of this chapter)