As if showing off his skills, Peng Wuji deliberately increased his speed to the extreme, spread his wings, and swept the whole city like a golden storm.
quick!
The speed is too fast!
Not to mention ordinary monks, even the Tribulation Immortal could not capture his figure with the naked eye. He could only see the turbulent golden light sweeping over him like a tide.
The speed of the Peng clan is unparalleled in the world, and it is enough to dominate among the many demon clans in the ruins.
And Peng Wuji is a genius among the Peng clan. He has the blood of the royal family. He exerts all his strength, reaching a speed of a thousand times the speed of sound, tearing the sky, looking from a distance like a bolt of lightning.
The strength of a strong person depends on many aspects.
For example, one's own strength, powerful skills, special physique, bloodline power, etc...
Just like Yuan Zhankong's innate supernatural power, he can easily lift a heavy black iron stick weighing billions of dollars!
And Crocodile Tongtian has awakened the bloodline of the ancient ancestor Crocodile. If he had not sought death and provoked Ye Fan, he would have become a peerless demon king in the future!
And speed is also a very critical factor!
If you have incredible speed, you will be invincible when fighting against others.
No matter how powerful the enemy's attack is, they can't hit you!
Run away, the enemy cannot catch up!
Chase, the enemy can't escape!
In a duel, the enemy will be hit by your moves before they can react.
In addition, extreme speed can also bring extreme power. With the addition of speed, the power of original ordinary attacks will increase dozens or hundreds of times.
Because of this, the Peng Clan can be said to be one of the most difficult monster clans to deal with. Even the most powerful people among the human race do not dare to provoke the Peng Clan easily, for fear of avoiding them.
After a few breaths.
The golden light that filled the sky suddenly shrank and dissipated invisible.
Peng Wuji returned to the same place again, with an arrogant expression and a proud smile on his lips. He looked at Ye Fan and said:
"Just now, I have flown around this city a hundred times!"
…
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Countless people in the city were shaken all over, as if they were being shocked by electric shocks. They couldn't believe their ears and thought they were hearing hallucinations.
One hundred laps?!
You must know that although Baidi City cannot be compared with the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, it is a city that accommodates hundreds of thousands of people. It is one of the ten cities in the ruins and covers a very large area.
It would take at least an hour for an ordinary monk to fly around the city, and even a strong man at the level of a true immortal would need two or three minutes to fly a punch.
And now, within a few breaths, Peng Wuji flew a full hundred times around the city!
This incredible speed is completely beyond the limits of everyone's imagination.
In a pure competition of speed, even the top masters of the human race like Yue Linfeng were at a disadvantage and could not compete with him.
Suddenly, the head of a certain family on the top of the city shouted with disbelief: "Tsk! You said a hundred circles, does it mean a hundred circles? Anyway, no one saw your movements clearly, so it's not up to you.
Say, you can say ten thousand times!"
His words were immediately recognized by others.
"That's right! We are not scared!"
"It's all nonsense, you have to come up with some evidence, otherwise I won't believe it!"
Faced with this doubt, Peng Wuji sneered:
"Huh! Since you don't believe it, just lower your head and look at the corners of your clothes!"
…
ah?
Hearing this, many strong men in the city looked confused and didn't know why, but they still lowered their heads subconsciously.
The next moment, almost everyone's body trembled violently, their pupils shrank sharply into the most dangerous needle shape, their mouths opened wide enough to swallow a duck egg, and they looked like they had seen a ghost.
The corners of everyone's clothes were all cut open.
None of the nine masters, as well as hundreds of true immortals who had transcended the tribulation, were spared.
This means that when Peng Wuji was flying around the city just now, he came to the top of the city without anyone noticing and cut off the corners of their clothes, but none of them noticed anything strange.
Just imagine...if Peng Wuji had cut not the corners of his clothes, but the throat, heart and other fatal parts, then they would have become corpses now!
"hiss!"
Thinking of this, many strong men couldn't help but suck in the cold air and felt a chill surge from the soles of their feet to the Tianling Cap, as if their blood and souls were frozen together.
horrible!
terrible!
The cracks at the corners of their clothes shocked them far more than circling the city a hundred times!
There is no need for other demon clans to take action. Peng Wuji alone can probably kill so many powerful human clans.
Even masters at the level of the Nine Masters cannot compete with him, and they don't even have a chance to struggle and resist.
Peng Wuji alone has such speed, so how terrifying must the speed of King Jinpeng be?
With a single flutter of wings, he should be able to fly over half of the ruins!
"hehe……"
Looking at the horrified looks of everyone, Peng Wuji showed a proud smile, held his head high and was extremely proud.
He has absolute confidence in his own speed. Of course, he was very wise just now and did not provoke the powerful man of the level of King Qingjiao, the Ancestor of the Huren.
Although the speed of King Qingjiao, the ancestor of the ancestors, is not as good as him, he still has a variety of killer weapons. With his current strength, he does not dare to be so confident.
The next moment, Peng Wuji looked at Ye Fan in front of the city gate again and asked: "Boy, how is my speed?"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The eyes of everyone in the audience were all focused on Ye Fan, looking forward to his answer.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Fan slowly said: "Soon! Since I entered the ruins, I have met countless strong people, and your speed can be ranked first!"
…
Upon hearing these words, the hearts of countless people in Baidi City suddenly sank, and their faces were full of disappointment.
They originally placed all their hopes on Ye Fan, hoping that Ye Fan could turn the tide and save Baidi City from the fire.
In fact, Ye Fan did not disappoint them. The image of killing the crocodile with one finger and reaching the sky was deeply engraved in everyone's minds and could not be forgotten for a long time.
Who would have thought that now, Ye Fan would actually gain the ambition of others and destroy his own prestige!
Could it be that... he thinks he is inferior to Peng Wuji, so he wants to give in?
"a ha ha ha!"
Suddenly, Peng Wuji let out a burst of loud laughter. He was full of ambition and in high spirits, and continued: "Boy, you have a good vision! The speed of our Peng clan is unparalleled in the world! If you know the truth, you will immediately hand over the sacred weapon and kneel down.
Please beg for mercy, I might even spare your life!"
"Hmph!" Ye Fan sneered, looking at the extremely arrogant Peng Wuji, and said coldly: "What are you so proud of? I haven't finished speaking yet?"
"What do you mean?" Peng Wuji asked back.
The next moment, Ye Fan raised his right hand, and the Wuxiang Sword tore through the sky and emerged out of thin air, held tightly in his hand.
Ye Fan's eyes suddenly became sharp, revealing his peerless edge. He looked at Peng Wuji flying in the air and said word by word:
