As if showing off his skills, Peng Wuji deliberately increased his speed to the extreme, spread his wings, and swept the 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, your own powerful skills, special physique, bloodline strength, 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 ordinary attacks will be increased dozens of times. He said: Boy, you have a lot of vision! The speed of our Peng clan
, Unparalleled in the world! If you know the truth, hand over the sacred weapon immediately, kneel down and beg for mercy. I might even spare your life!
Huh! Ye Fan sneered, looked at the extremely arrogant Peng Wuji, and said coldly: What are you 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: