Destiny is ashes

Chapter 645 Pressure
At the fortress gate, An Jing retracted his fist.

In front of him was a steel and cement corridor that was blasted and penetrated layer by layer by Kuruo Rong's blasting fist, leading straight to the core inner room.

"You guys go sweep up the other debris, and I'll take care of the big one."

An Jing gave instructions, and after Huo Qing and Nian Quan responded, they turned into shadows on the left and right and rushed into the inside of the fortress.

And he stepped forward.

The fortress's power supply system had been destroyed by a punch, and now the dim yellow light of the emergency power supply and the red alarm lights filled the interior of the fortress. Broken pipes were gushing water, and fires caused by short circuits were stirring up steam.

An Jing walked forward, his steps becoming heavier, and white and gold lines spread from his heart to his entire body.

He knew that the third in command of the Yekan Gang would not die so easily. He was at the foundation-building stage, and would at most be injured by his punch, but it would be a long time before he died.

"Why are you pretending to be dead?"

The heavy footsteps did not avoid the steel and rocks on the ground, crushing all the debris into dust. The invisible aura surrounded An Jing's body, and the steaming water mist and electric sparks could not get close to him at all.

Arriving at the door of the office, he asked calmly, "Do you think you can escape?"

Without replying, Meng Ang, who was originally embedded in the wall like a dead man, suddenly raised his head. Most of his skin and flesh had exploded, revealing his body that looked like a metal skeleton underneath the flesh and blood.

The immortal monk who was accumulating strength to fight back spoke, and the magic weapon sound collector forged from spiritual steel accumulated strength, and then, exploded!

boom!
Meng Ang, with blood all over his face, screamed, and the materialized sound waves exploded. The overlapping circular shock waves caused a strong wind, and all the glass in the entire fortress was shattered by the horrible roar. The corridor leading directly to the outside of the fortress that An Jing punched out became a jet outlet, and a terrifying sonic hurricane blew out from it, scraping off half a foot of mud on the ground.

Where An Jing was, a large cloud of dust suddenly rose up. It was the walls, cement and wood that were completely crushed into debris. The ground was also completely crushed, turning into a huge dust pit.

【Xianji·Tianlong Leiyin】

But the next moment, accompanied by a sudden gust of wind, all the smoke and dust were blown away, Meng Ang's pupils shrank, and he could only see a shadow.

He rolled to the side in a panic, and just a moment later, An Jing replaced him.

A hand blasted through the wall, and An Jing's body and clothes were covered with a layer of platinum-colored patterns, exuding an indestructible aura.

The 'Tianlong Leiyin' that was powerful enough to smash a row of chariots just now did not even change his hairstyle, and An Jing's burst of fist power completely penetrated the entire fortress, creating a transparent corridor from front to back.

Crash.

An Jing withdrew his hand, and the whole fortress was shaking slightly. The two punches had shaken its load-bearing structure. An Jing slowly withdrew his arm, and the shattered metal structures in the fortress shattered and decayed under the action of his spiritual power. The essence of the spiritual light in them sank into the platinum halo, strengthening the power of the young warrior.

He turned his head and looked calmly at Meng Ang, who was tumbling away in a panic but had already taken the opportunity to pick up his magical long sword.

"An Xuan!"

He shouted angrily, "You are courting death! My brothers will soon..."

An Jing didn't wait for the other party to finish his nonsense. He raised his finger and condensed the golden Yuan spiritual light that was gathering towards him into a small dot.

Then it bounces off.

The platinum light suddenly surged like a cannonball and flew towards Meng Ang, bringing with it a spiral of energy. The powerful force turned into a dazzling speed. The platinum light broke through the layers of smoke and steam, whistling sharply in the air, and attacked Meng Ang's forehead. With the power contained in this platinum bullet, even the steel plate of the battleship's outer armor would be pierced, and even a strong foundation-building person would definitely have his skull shattered.

But Meng Ang was not a fake who had taken drugs to build his foundation. He was a gang leader who rose to the top after experiencing thousands of gunfights and fights.

when!
A flash of knife light appeared, and at the most critical moment, Meng Ang was still able to gather his energy and chop the bullet with one knife!
Accompanied by a violent buzzing sound, the golden evil bullet that An Jing ejected suddenly exploded and turned into an ordinary golden evil again.

It turns out that Meng Ang has the rare 'wind spiritual root', a fusion of the wood and fire spiritual roots.

With a wave of the sword, the light turned into an arc, and the long sword in his hand turned into a rapidly vibrating phonon blade. The powerful wind element spiritual power was infused into it, and even the area around the long sword was shrouded in a hazy white mist, shaking everything in it.

"This is your mistake, little bastard!"

He tightly grasped his beloved weapon, held up his long sword and got ready. Even though his body had long been transformed into a metal skeleton, Meng Ang still felt himself sweating coldly - he was really almost killed instantly by An Jing's punch. If he was a flesh and blood body, he could only withstand two punches at most.

How far has this little monster's body been refined? It is really hard and strong, and the dragon elephant's strength is outrageous!
But it doesn't matter, the 'Buzhou Feng' in his hand is the latest phonon magic weapon developed by the company, which is specially designed to overcome all body refining techniques. Even the Taixutian ship-level armor can be easily cut off by it as long as the spiritual patterns are not activated!
Zheng!
Taking a step forward, the knife in Meng Ang's hand flashed. This was a fatal blow. Either the enemy would die or I would die. It was full of determination and madness of going forward without turning back!

This attack truly condensed Meng Ang's fighting spirit over the years. His violent will even condensed into a sharp sword intent, allowing him to break through the barrier that had stuck him for ten years!
"The knife is good."

The sword intent was like a waterfall, crashing down towards An Jing's head, as if it was going to chop him right in the middle.

Only in such a dangerous situation did he raise his hand.

Spread out five fingers.

close.

Just like that, he held the phonon knife that condensed powerful vibration energy and could disintegrate all material structures.

No! Not hold, but crush!

Under the astonished gaze of Meng Ang, the long sword in his hand had already begun to disintegrate before An Jing grasped it. Powerful golden evil permeated and turned into a nearly absolute domain. The magical power of "Destroying Weapons and Forging Souls" was activated, and any metal weapons with exquisite craftsmanship but insufficient status would all be turned into dust.

This is why the more powerful the cultivators are, the more they need powerful magic weapons and spiritual treasures, because as their strength increases, no matter how sophisticated the magic weapons are and how high the skills are, they are just tricks. The spiritual evil fluctuations emanating from their bodies are enough to smash all low-level creatures!

With a refined long sword, An Jing then transformed his fist into a palm and pushed it out horizontally. This seemingly harmless palm actually utilized the explosive force of Dan Jin. The dragon-elephant force that erupted at this instant slammed into Meng Ang's chest, filling the room with blood, flesh and blood turned into smoke, and metal turned into mud!

Meng Ang's skull-like head fell to the ground, half of his face still covered with flesh and blood, his expression was terrified and confused. He was not dead yet. An Jing's power did not spread, but only destroyed his body. His limbs and head fell to the ground like parts.

The spiritual message from the Immortal Monk allowed these broken limbs to sense his feelings, but they could not move.

"How could it be so fast? How could it be so fast..."

With only his head left, he was confused at first, and then he yelled madly: "Rusty Feather Platform is still in preparation and has not taken any action at all. Are there only three of you?!"

"Correct."

On both sides of the office, Nian Quan and Huo Qing walked slowly towards them carrying a string of bleeding heads. Some of these heads were still alive like Meng Ang, but most of them were dead.

Nianquan said softly, "Just the three of us."

(End of this chapter)