693: C693 The Golden Spear Iron Horse Command!

C693 The Golden Spear Iron Horse Command!

"Screech, screech, screech!"

However, such a powerful battle skill was not even able to withstand a single blow from the man in the painting. The soldier charging his warhorse to the man in the painting instantly disintegrated, and like fine sand, the warhorse quickly dispersed in the wind!

"Bam!"

"Pfft!"

The incomparably powerful energy directly broke through the battle skill and struck the third generation slave's chest. The third generation servant's chest instantly caved in and he flew out and smashed the chair into pieces. He spat out a mouthful of dark red blood and his face instantly turned gold!

"Creak!" The third generation servant shakily stood up using the broken chair. He looked at the person in the painting wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a sinister expression on his face.

"Who exactly are you!" He growled, but his eyes were filled with fear. A single lift of her hand had left him in such a miserable state. This sort of character was simply too terrifying. Moreover, it seemed like this wasn't the real body. If this real body came here, the entire planet would probably be crushed by her!

However, he could not understand why such a person would appear in such a place.

"You are not qualified to know of this sovereign's existence." The man in the painting spoke coldly and continued pointing at the third generation of servants. Mo Feng squinted his eyes and a cold smile formed on his lips. This third generation servant was extremely powerful and his cultivation was close to the middle stage of the Star Condensation Realm. It could be said that he was much stronger than Xiao Yanghong.

But if they really fought, these three generations of servants would not be Xiao Yanghong's opponent, the lifespan of these three generations of servants was almost up, it could even be said that they were at the end of their rope, their strength was less than one out of ten, to be able to live till now was already not easy, the death aura surrounding them was constantly suppressing their strength, it was impossible for them to be the opponent of the person in the painting.

It was precisely because of this that Mo Feng was confident that he could get the person in the painting to make a move. Otherwise, he could only think of other ways.

"Buzz!"

The person in the painting raised his hand and pointed, an incomparably powerful energy gushed out once again. The Third Generation Slave's expression changed, and he immediately gritted his teeth with a stern expression, and started to fight with his life on the line.

"Golden Steel Horse! General's order!" He waved the walking stick in his hand and it cracked. Pieces of the stick fell to the ground and turned into a sharp sword.

"Screech, screech, screech!"

At the same time, thousands of soldiers and horses appeared, charging towards the person in the painting!

"Kill!"

The servants of the third generation, wielding swords, followed closely behind, their eyes filled with madness.

"Screech screech screech screech!"

An invisible force attacked. The huge army that had just arrived in front of the man in the painting instantly disintegrated. The three generations of servants' faces became even more crazier as they continuously attacked.

"Screech screech screech screech!"

Her strength had only just recovered. Even if the strength of the third generation slaves could not compare to Xiao Yanghong's, but a life and death struggle was still very strong, if the third generation servants could still hold on for one more finger, then she had lost.

"A mere ant dares to compete with this sovereign!" The man in the painting shouted with an ice-cold voice. He also attacked without holding back, increasing the attack power in an instant!

"Screech screech screech screech!"

Thousands of soldiers and horses were annihilated at an even faster speed. In the blink of an eye, only three generations of servants with swords were left to attack.

"Ring, ring, ring, ring."

The blade of the sword swayed continuously. Under such a powerful attack, it seemed to be wailing.

"AHH!" The three generations of servants bellowed and used all their strength to continuously approach the person in the painting. The sharp sword was already half an inch away from the person in the painting, and it was right in front of their eyes!

"Crap." When Mo Feng saw this, his expression changed. Looking at the person in the painting, he revealed a look of worry.

"Scram!" The expression of the person in the painting changed again and again. Finally, with a roar, his power surged once more!

"Ding ding ding!"2

In the blink of an eye, the constantly swaying sharp sword instantly disintegrated, turning into fragments!

"AHH!"

Violent energy struck their bodies, and the third generation slaves raised their heads and screamed miserably. The clothes on their bodies were instantly torn apart, revealing their shriveled bodies, and even began to disintegrate!

"Bam!"

Seeing the third generation slave's skin being torn apart to reveal the blood-red flesh, the person in the painting immediately retracted his hand. If she continued to attack, she would disappear.

bang bang bang *

The third generation servant flew out and continuously knocked over the things in the room. Finally, he crashed into a wall and stopped, falling onto the ground. Blood flowed out of his mouth continuously as his chest rose and fell slowly, hanging on to his last breath.

"Are you okay?" Mo Feng was concerned about the person in the drawing, the person in the drawing had a weak expression, and a cold light flashed past his eyes as he looked at the servants of the third generation.

"Damn thing."

"Quickly kill him!" But as long as she could swallow the soul of a third generation slave, she would be able to recover it in an instant. It could even increase her strength by a lot, if only she could kill him first.

Mo Feng nodded his head and rushed towards the third generation of servants with his axe.

"Splitting Mountain!" Waving the battle axe at the third generation slave, the third generation slave's body instantly froze. Even though he was heavily injured, he still endured the powerful pressure. This made him bleed out of his mouth again, and he no longer had the strength to fight back.

"Boom!"

However, in this final moment, from who knew where the strength of these servants came from, they instantly broke through Mo Feng's heavy pressure, turned their hands, took out a pellet and swallowed it, their bodies rolling towards the side.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Mo Feng roared, and quickly chased after it. Could it be that the cooked duck could actually be allowed to fly away?!

boom rumble rumble *

The three generations of servants swiftly rushed towards an iron wall. A door suddenly opened on the tightly sewn iron wall, and the three generations of servants rushed into the iron gate and instantly closed it.

"Bam!"

Mo Feng chased after him and hacked into the iron door, and after a loud noise, all that was left was a shallow imprint.

"Damn it!"

Mo Feng looked at the iron wall with a face full of hostility.

"He actually ran away." The person in the painting flew over with a gloomy face. She had expended so much effort, but she was still able to make it run. This was simply detestable.

"Kid, a medicinal pellet like yours is not as effective as a soul from a single Star Condensation Realm." The man in the painting said as he looked at the steel wall. Mo Feng did not utter a word. He naturally knew that the person in the painting had expended even more energy than last time, and in order to recover her strength, the pills from last time were simply insufficient, furthermore, the power of his will was extremely resistant to pills, which meant that the second effect of the pill would be weakened after he recovered his consciousness and soul. If he used it multiple times, it would not even have any effect at all.

Thinking about it, Mo Feng couldn't help but exclaim about how abnormal the jade plate was. The past few times he had lost his soul, he had been able to perfectly repair it, to say nothing about resistance to the medicine.

"Brat, how about you give me a portion of your soul force. Once I increase my strength, I will be able to blast this iron wall open and pull him out." The person in the painting turned to look at Mo Feng, a strange light flashing past his eyes, and could not help but flash past his eyes with greed.

Mo Feng's soul force was extraordinarily strong, and to be able to forcefully break through the restrictions of the third heaven and challenge the majesty of the heavens, this soul force was not something that could be compared with Starchild's Realm that could be used to communicate for the third heaven.

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