MM Racing Chapter 160
Chapter 160
The old man and all the honorable powerhouses slapped their palms together.
In an instant, the aura gathered together, forming a huge colorful palm print.
Cover the sky and be tough.
This is a spiritual technique formed by the gathering of the old man and all the Venerable Rank powerhouses, and the strength can be imagined.
Even if it was a ninth-order half-saint level, it would be blocked for a moment.
"Shake the palm."
"Go!"
The old man and all the Venerable powerhouses shouted loudly.
In an instant, this palm print that covered the sky struck towards Ling Feng at an extremely fast speed.
Everywhere he went, space was broken, distorted, and the void was shaken, terrifying.
Seeing this, Ling Feng's brows frowned slightly, and he clenched the Frost Cold Halberd in his hand.
The ejection starts, like a cannonball soaring into the sky.
At the same time, countless ice vines condensed, constantly intertwined, forming several huge ice vine guns, rotating at an extremely fast speed, like a drill flying into the sky, attacking towards the palm print that covered the sky with Ling Feng.
With a loud bang, the two collided together, resounding in the sky and spreading throughout the entire imperial city.
The powerful aftermath almost broke the enchantment that had been set.
Fortunately, at the moment of crisis, the old man and a group of high-level powerhouses exerted their strength to maintain the enchantment, and they were not shattered because of this.
"I should be able to stop it for a moment." The old man looked at the situation in front of him and muttered to himself.
"That's for sure, the attacks used by so many of our Venerable-level powerhouses together, even a ninth-order half-saint can't easily break free."
A high-level powerhouse, panting, had condensed such a powerful spiritual technique just now, which had consumed the seven seven eight eight of his own spiritual energy, but he still showed a smug smile, or full of confidence.
The same is true of other Venerable powerhouses, the spiritual energy consumed is very huge, and for this reason, they also began to lose their physical strength, panting, as if their bodies were hollowed out, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly appeared.
Indeed, the old man's attack did indeed block Ling Feng, but it was only for a moment.
I saw that in the middle of the collision just now, there was a loud noise again.
It resounded through the sky, and at the same time, it also destroyed the enchantment that the old man and the Venerable powerhouses had been struggling to maintain to pieces.
The palm print that covered the sky was instantly pierced by the ice vine spear, and Ling Feng carved out of the air from the inside, striking towards the Heavenly Feather Saint at a very terrifying speed.
At the same time, the palm print on the back peeled off the ice vine, razing the imperial city below.
Fortunately, the Imperial City set up a formation to offset most of the attacks, but the remaining attacks also destroyed a radius of ten miles, forming a bottomless pit, which made people tremble when they saw it.
The old man and all the Venerable powerhouses were dumbfounded, and their faces were incredulous.
When reacting.
"Escort." The old man shouted.
The other Venerable powerhouses naturally understood it, nodded gently, and remained silent.
The figure flashed, and hurriedly rushed towards the direction of the Heavenly Feather Saint to escort.
Fortunately, at the moment of crisis, they arrived at Ling Feng, and they didn't dare to imagine it.
But they were no better, and the weak Venerable powerhouse died and fell here.
The eyes are full of disbelief, too much unwillingness.
After all, with their strength, they can live for at least thousands of years.
But now these are useless, they are irretrievable, and they will eventually be lost, how can they not be unwilling.
The Frost Cold Halberd stabbed into the chest of a high-level powerhouse at this time, instantly erasing the divine consciousness and lifeline, and he couldn't die anymore.
Ling Feng threw the body into the system space, and then attacked another Venerable powerhouse.
Shuttling back and forth, beating them to pieces.
Among them, only the old man could make two moves with Ling Feng, and the other high-level powerhouses had no room to resist in Ling Feng's hands, and it could be said that they could be wiped out without much effort.
The old man looked at the situation in front of him and was furious, this is the foundation of the Heavenly Feather Holy Dynasty, if it continues like this, the Heavenly Feather Holy Dynasty will suffer heavy losses, and its vitality will be greatly damaged, and it will take thousands of years, even ten thousand years, to recover.
"Presumptuous, from now on, the Heavenly Feather Holy Dynasty and you Ling Feng will not die, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will definitely be crushed into ten thousand pieces, and there will be no corpse."
The old man's entire eyes were bloodshot, as if he had gone crazy, and he shouted at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng turned to look at the old man, and at this time it was holding the neck of a high-level powerhouse in its hand, struggling desperately, his face was red and he couldn't breathe.
It looked very painful, and the cold and demonic qi were constantly eroding his physical body, how could he not be in pain.
Gradually lost consciousness, and breath, completely died and fell.
Ling Feng's eyes were as flat as water, and he replied coldly: "You can try it." "
Then throw the body into the system space.
Then greet the old man who came up, and the two collided together and fought fiercely.
At this time, the old man burned his life to fight with Ling Feng, otherwise he would have died long ago, or he fought desperately.
The cost of doing so is enormous, but it is helpless.
"Ling Feng, I want to smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces!" Suddenly, the voice of the Heavenly Feather Saint struck, mixed with grief and endless anger, at this time, he was already angry to the extreme, if his eyes could kill, Ling Feng didn't know how many times he had died.
At the same time, the golden color on the Heavenly Feather Saint Shang's body was burning, and the golden dragon jade seal transformed into a golden dragon full of imperial majesty, and roared angrily at Ling Feng, and the sound resounded in the sky.
The Jin Yanye fire seemed to be able to burn everything in the world, burning wildly, so the space was distorted, cracked, and the temperature was extremely high.
At the same time, after the old man listened, he felt joy in his heart, and a feeling of relief suddenly arose.
The same is true of other Venerable powerhouses, and they can also retreat with their whole bodies.
Then it's not their home turf.
It was the battle between Ling Feng and the Heavenly Feather Saint, and they couldn't intervene in it.
The old man hurriedly retreated, distanced himself from Ling Feng, and after reaching the complete zone, he stopped and stopped burning Shouyuan.
At this time, he was dozens of years old, like a dying person, old and sick.
The old man looked at the Heavenly Feather Saint and Ling Feng in front of him, constantly spitting out blood.
But there was no unworthy taste in his eyes, but his respect for the Heavenly Feather Saint, and the joy that the battle was finally coming to an end.
"Elder Qian, we will heal your wounds." The few remaining Venerable powerhouses came to the old man's side, and they naturally knew the situation just now, and they also knew how serious the old man's injury was.
After that, he put his hand on the old man's shoulder and continuously input the spiritual energy, but they also had little left, so they could only give some to the old man as much as possible.
"The old man has thanked you here." A kind smile appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth.
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