Chapter 957 - Deadlock

Sikong Jiuzhi's expression slightly changed. With a flick of his robe, his other hand shot out another finger. It was actually another Feng Sheng Finger!

The deadlock was broken.

"Boom!"

The pressure around Qin Feng increased, and the Gold Battle Sword in his hand continued to emit wails.

Facing such a tyrannical suppression, Qin Feng's expression could not help but change. The Soundless Blade waved its hand in a hurry, and the power of the nine dragon scales swirled like dragons and tigers. The true energy within his body poured out endlessly.

However, his heart was shocked to the extreme.

Sikong Jiuzhi was called Most Powerful King, this means that he is true. The opponent's strength is actually this much stronger than him.

Even if he possessed a peerless Primordial True Dragon Technique, the strength of nine dragon scales he could be compared to the power of the Nine Supremes. Adding the Blood Qi and the Qi Explosion Technique's effects, his entire body would be equivalent to the combined power of fifteen experts.

"Bang!"

Finally, the Sword Qi in front of them could no longer withstand the attacks of the two Feng Sheng Finger s anymore. The two surging scars, along with their sharpness, formed two cyan pythons that tore through the sky like sharp scars, and enveloped the entire s.p.a.ce within a radius of tens of thousands of meters.

A trembling voice resounded continuously.

The entire s.p.a.ce seemed to have been crushed as wailing sounds rang out endlessly. The two giant fingers were torn apart without equal.

boom rumble rumble *

Facing the terrifying power of the opponent, Qin Feng's body was directly sent flying several tens of thousands of meters away.

"As expected …"

Seeing Qin Feng sent flying, everyone present couldn't help but sigh.

"There's really too much of a difference in strength between Qin Feng and the others …"

"Hmph, against Most Powerful King, even if Qin Feng is even more monstrous, it would be useless. If it wasn't for the previous battle of the emperors, Sikong Jiufang would have been unlucky and become the nine emperors a long time ago. The Emperor Level Disciple is simply a bunch of freaks, and compared to the various clan elders, he isn't weaker at all.

"This time, Qin Feng is really done for. If I were to fight against Sikong Jiu, the only outcome would be death …"

A proud son of the heavens of this generation, an unparalleled monstrous genius. This time, he was dead for sure.

In the void.

Sikong Jiu's finger stood there expressionlessly.

"Still not giving up?"

He could feel that from the opposite side, the battle intent was still emanating from the rubble as if they were in ruins. His voice slowly swept up.

However, as he spoke, there was a hint of coldness on the corner of his mouth,

"How reckless!"

Weng! *

His fingers moved slowly, seeming slow but actually anxious. His fingers flicked out, as if they contained the radiance of the stars, and mysterious lights once again enveloped the tip of his fingers.

It seemed that the area where Qin Feng was in was about to be enveloped once again. But all of a sudden …