Chapter 1777 Who's Calculating Who

   Yan Zun slowly tightened her empty palm.

  His pair of peach blossom eyes that are calm and waveless on weekdays, at this moment, are already full of chills, coldly looking at the black robe man: "You dream!!"

   seems to have expected Yan Zun’s answer like this, the black robe man shrugged helplessly, as if sighing: "Then there is no way, I can only get it personally."

   "Then beat me first, let me talk about it!"

  Yan Zun’s handsome face was covered with a layer of frost.

  The two figures have disappeared in the same place before the words fell.

  Along with the powerful collision, the two figures suddenly smashed into one place, and when they separated again, they had appeared in the cosmic void in the extreme distance.

  Without relying on mechas or any flying tools, they just stepped on the void naturally.

   Yan Zun shot with anger, leaving no room at all.

  The violent and ferocious force exploded around them, and the rumbling sound even blasted the space open.

  The two waved their sleeves and brushed their clothes. The asteroid closest to them was directly cut off by the powerful aftermath of power, leaving only one third of the planet.

  The black robe man snorted coldly.

  He flicked his sleeves suddenly, and the broken planet was like a ball, slamming straight at Yan Zun.

   was halfway, exploded from the center, and turned into meteorite fragments.

  In the mansion of the marshal, watching the terrifying fight between the two people in the distance.

  Song Lingfeng's lips trembled, and her chin was almost astonished.

   "...Three, three, three, three..."

  He stammered and repeated the word, but he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

   Yan Rong fixed his eyes on the devastating battle in the universe, and his voice trembled slightly: "Three-s-level mental power..."

  He paused, and continued with some difficulty: "Or, it's...Emperor level."

  In the empire, there has never been an emperor level three 3s level.

  Two of them suddenly appeared in front of them.

  Song Lingfeng's eyes widened, trying to see a little more clearly, but couldn't tell who had the upper hand.

  He frowned. : "If it is this battle, the young master will lose..."

  Listening to the painting style of the black-robed man just now, I am afraid that their Marshal Lord will be difficult.

   Yan Rong nodded solemnly.

  He glanced around, the stern-faced soldiers of the Yunxiao Fleet. Chong Song Lingfeng gave a wink.

  Sing to the wind to understand the heart, and when you raise your leg, you have to move back.

"It's useless."

  Qin Zong stopped his movement.

   "When the power reaches this level, a magnetic field will naturally form around the body. Unless your attack can reach the same magnitude as these two people, you will not be able to penetrate that magnetic field at all."

   "However, it was a waste of effort."

  Song Lingfeng's footsteps paused, and immediately turned his head to look at Qin Zong.

  Qin Zong's eyes were light. But it contains an overwhelming aura that makes people unable to resist: "What you can do now is to wait here."

   "Bet on Yan Zunneng won this game."

   After Qin Zong said this, his stern eyes turned to Yan Zun and the black robe man again.

  What he didn't tell Song Lingfeng was: Judging from the current situation, Yan Zun has fallen into a disadvantage, and there is no power to defeat the black robe.

  If it was Yan Zun, only that little thing was designed.

  Today, all of them will die here.

   As Qin Zong expected, Yan Zun’s offensive was getting weaker and weaker, and he was almost crushed and beaten by the black-robed men.

  The disadvantage is obvious, even Song Lingfeng and Yan Rong can be seen.

  (End of this chapter)