Chapter 1777 Who Is Plotting Against Whom?

Yan Zun slowly tightened his free palm.

His peach blossom eyes, which were usually calm and calm, were filled with chill at this moment, and he looked at the man in black robe coldly: "You are dreaming!!"

As if he had expected Yan Zun's answer like this, the man in black robe shrugged helplessly and said as if sighing: "Then there is no other way. I can only come and get it myself."

"Then defeat me first!"

Yan Zun's handsome face was covered with a layer of frost.

Before he could finish his words, the two figures had already disappeared from the spot.

Following the powerful collision, the two figures suddenly collided into one place. When they separated again, they had already appeared in the void of the universe in the far distance.

Without relying on mechas or any flying tools, they just stepped onto the void naturally.

Yan Zun took action in anger, leaving no room for error.

Violent and ferocious power exploded around them, with a rumbling sound that even seemed to blow open the space.

As the two waved their sleeves and brushed their clothes, the asteroid closest to them was directly cut off by the powerful aftermath of the power, with most of the planet cut off, leaving only one third.

The man in black robe snorted coldly.

He suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the incomplete planet hit Yan Zun like a ball.

But halfway through, it exploded from the center and turned into meteorite fragments.

In the Marshal's Mansion, the terrifying fight between the two people was watched from a distance.

Song Lingfeng's lips trembled, and her jaw almost dropped in shock.

"...three, three three three..."

He stuttered and repeated this word, but it took him a long time to say a complete sentence.

Yan Rong's eyes were fixed on the devastating battle in the universe, and his voice trembled slightly: "Three S-level mental power..."

He paused for a moment and continued with some difficulty: "Or, it's...Emperor level."

In the empire, there has never been an emperor-level three-level 3s.

Two of them suddenly appeared in front of them.

Song Lingfeng's eyes widened and she tried her best to see clearly, but she couldn't tell who had the upper hand.

He frowned. : "If the young master loses this battle..."

Judging from the painting style of the man in black robe just now, I am afraid that their marshal will be in trouble.

Yan Rong nodded solemnly.

He glanced around at the stern-faced Yunxiao Fleet soldiers. Chongsong Lingfeng winked.

Song Lingfeng understood this and raised his legs to step back.

"it's useless."

Qin Zong stopped his movements.

"When the power reaches this level, it will naturally form a magnetic field around the body. Unless your attacks can reach the same magnitude as these two people, you will not be able to penetrate the magnetic field at all."

"But it's all in vain."

Song Lingfeng paused and immediately turned to look at Qin Zong.

Qin Zong's eyes were indifferent. But there was an aura of pressure that was irresistible: "All you can do now is wait here."

"I bet Yan Zun can win this one."

After Qin Zong said this, his stern eyes turned to Yan Zun and the man in black robe again.

What he didn't tell Song Lingfeng was that judging from the current situation, Yan Zun was already at a disadvantage and had no power to defeat the man in black robe.

If it was Yan Zun, he only designed that little thing.

All of them will die here today.

As Qin Zong expected, Yan Zun's offensive became weaker and weaker, and he was almost beaten by the men in black robes.

Even Song Lingfeng and Yan Rong could see their disadvantage.