Fantasy: Wiring the Future

Chapter 321 Is this the legendary Eucharist? So strong! (For collection, for collection)

Jiang Jing’s face was cold and ruthless, and he raised his hand gently.

However, the next scene left them dumbfounded.

The picture in front of them will be deeply imprinted in their minds, and they are destined to be unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

This picture will always make their bodies tremble without trembling.

so strong!

In the imperial realm.

Jiang Jing wrapped in a terrifying amount of Chaos Force.

Because the power of chaos is too strong, Jiang Jing’s back becomes blurred.

The power of chaos is as strong as the essence.

The Qingfeng Great Sword poured frantically into his hands.

The azure-blade giant sword raised high released a dazzling gray light.

Jiang Jing held the Qingfeng Great Sword high, with a straight back, as if overlooking the entire chaos.

Jiang Jing’s face was as cold as a hard rock carving.

The power of chaos, the power of chaos!

The coalition of fifty-five clans, with countless supernatural powers, threw them at the diamond giant.

But, any supernatural powers.

Three feet close to Jiang Jing, it will automatically dissolve and turn into the power of chaos!

As if, Jiang Jing was three feet by his side.

It’s a forbidden zone!

So mighty!

The 500,000 coalition troops were all hoarse.

However, Jiang Jing didn’t seem to notice.

His eyes, unmoved, stared at the enemy in front of him.

The raised right hand did not even change the posture of holding the sword.

He could clearly see the panic and fear on the faces of the five ethnic coalition forces.

He saw the flaws in the opponent’s battle formation due to the chaos, and he saw the cowardice and lack of fighting spirit of the opponent.

He was unmoved in the slightest.

He has been consecrated!

No one can stop him!

“Xuan, God!”

softly.

It exploded directly in the hearts of the five ethnic coalition forces.

Like the dull thunder in the clouds, it is low but has a trembling power.

All the commanders of the five clans coalition forces sank.

Jiang Jing, how come you are stronger than last time!

What the hell is this!

The Qingfeng sword full of chaotic robbery in his hand.

crashed down.

Wanzhang Jianmang flew towards the coalition of the five clans.

The commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces of the Five Clans, Xiaochen.

Finally woke up, Jiang Jing is going to finish his work in one battle!

His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

This son!

He couldn’t help but despair.

But he knew that if he didn’t stop this strike, everyone would die here today!

He roared violently and rushed towards Jianmang.

With the strength of his Holy Lord Peak Realm, he will definitely be able to block this sword!

Seeing that he was about to collide with Jianmang, Jianmang exploded in front of his eyes.

No one can describe this sword!

The dazzling sword light exploded.

The 600,000 people of the two armies felt that their eyes suddenly turned into a vast expanse of white.

when their vision is restored.

Jianmang instantly engulfed the entire battle formation of the five clan coalition forces.

In the sword glow, there is Chaos Jieguang, Sword Intent, and a sword composed of Chaos Power.

The power of chaos, for any Practitioner, is an absolute poison!

Not to mention, it is also mixed with the chaotic robbery mixed with the power of time!

When the sword light swept to one place, it was a place of annihilation.

The ten thousand zhang sword glow, after dispersing, is enough to spread to the entire army of the Five Clan Allied Forces.

This sword glow, even with the Spirit Power of the quasi-emperor level, could not be released.

But now Jiang Jing broke through the holy realm and got the Holy Body of Chaos.

He is Chaos, Chaos is him, and he can absorb power from the ubiquitous Chaos at any time.

This sword glow can be said to be Jiang Jing’s own strength.

It can also be said that it was the backlash of countless attacks on Jiang Jing by the five tribes allied forces!

in the field.

Five ethnic coalition forces, 500,000 people.

There are very few who can resist Jiang Jing’s sword!

Everyone was deeply shocked by the scene in front of them, and they didn’t even notice that their bodies were trembling instinctively.

The weaker enemy was immediately reduced to nothingness by the power of chaos.

The power of chaos is astonishingly powerful.

But what is really deadly is the dazzling chaos robbery.

Anyone who touches a star and a half will be instantly annihilated.

The coalition of five clans was like being slashed by a comb.

When the sword light is gone.

There were less than 300 people in the aggressive five clan allied army who could still stand.

They are all races, the powerhouses above the Holy Lord realm.

At this time, he was seriously injured.

The commander of the coalition forces, Xiaochen of the Fire Feather tribe.

Die on the spot!

The rest of them stood all alone, their expressions dazed, as if they hadn’t figured out what was going on.

Everyone knows that the five ethnic coalition forces are over.

Under the sword of the commander.

The 500,000 army turned into a cloud of smoke.

There was a brief silence on the battlefield.

The remaining enemies have not recovered from the blow just now.

The West Route Army behind Jiang Jing was also shocked by such a shocking blow.

“Western Route Army Zuo Enyang!”

The cold voice broke the dead silence of the battlefield.

Zuo Enyang was agitated and came back to his senses, and there was disbelief on his face.

If it was said that before, he still had the slightest idea of ​​transcendence towards Jiang Jing, then now, he has no such idea anymore.

He bowed to take orders, with a trembling tone in his voice: “Zuo Enyang, here!”

“Give you fifteen breaths to clean up the battlefield!

Jiang Jing’s tone was unmistakable and decisive.

Zuo Enyang did not have any dissatisfaction, he took the order without hesitation: “Yes!”

He turned around and counted several hundred people, rushing towards the remnants of the five ethnic coalition forces.

They rushed to the remaining aliens, who seemed to be unaware of Death’s arrival, standing there in a daze.

Zuo Enyang felt a chill in his heart.

He knew that the attack from the commander just now had completely destroyed the fighting spirit of these alien races.

Even if these aliens go back, they are waste.

The Emperor Zhun, Luo Hu, who was sent by the high-level officials to watch the battle, was trembling all over at this time, his eyes widened, and he stared at the battle formation of the other side, unaware that he was bursting with tears.

Fairy King!

This is my human fairy king!

He has been completely conquered by Jiang Jing’s domineering blow.

The power of one blow is so powerful, this is the Immortal King!

Even though Cultivation Base is the Rahu of the Emperor Zhundi, at this time, he is completely convinced by Jiang Jing.

He suddenly felt that being able to participate in this journey was a kind of luck and honor in itself.

Luo Hu opened his mouth wide, unable to make any sound, and the blood on his face faded.

(Nuo’s good) His fists were involuntarily rubbed so tightly that he didn’t even notice that his fingernails were digging into his flesh.

Although he is modest on the surface, he is still proud in his heart, and this pride comes from strength.

His current strength is already the highest strength in the human race other than the Great Emperor.

However, Jiang Jing’s strike brought him unparalleled shock and shock.

He found that even if he was the quasi emperor, no matter what method he used, he could not resist this strike.

In the face of Jiang Jing’s absolute strength, any Realm or Dharma door is incomparably weak.

how is this possible.

How could there be such an unreasonable attack in this world?

Yes, quite unreasonable!

No matter how you deal with it, no matter what position you take, no matter how you move back.

Those who master the Eucharist only need this strike!

A feeling of powerlessness that I had never felt before came up from the bottom of my heart.

A wry smile appeared on Luo Hu’s face.

“Is this the legendary Eucharist? How strong!”

Luohu muttered to himself, and he was a little lost.