Chapter 641 Three Styles of Time
Three gorgeous five-color light wheels, from small to large, from inside to outside, are intertwined and circled behind Chen Jing like gears.
The divine light shines brightly in all directions.
Different from what was shown before, after creating the five-color light wheel technique, and then passing through the legendary realm comprehension rewarded by the eighth level, Chen Jing no longer positioned the function of this technique only on offense and defense.
He also incorporated his own understanding of Tao into it.
Just as Zhulongwang’s understanding of martial arts all his life was concentrated in his black and white pupils.
Chen Jing also integrated his martial arts into the five-color halo.
Eventually, the form that can be said to be at its peak was formed.
The triple light wheel represents Chen Jing's perfect display of his current martial arts and the perfection of every level of the legend.
According to his setting, when the five-color light wheel behind him reaches the ninth level, it means that he has reached the state of great perfection in the path of legendary martial arts.
It is also his strongest state as a legend.
At this time, behind Chen Jing, the fourth five-color light wheel was faintly visible outside the three light wheels.
But in the end it was overwhelmed and dissipated.
After all, he had just broken through the fourth ladder of legend. Even with the help of the eighth level reward, his understanding of this realm was still not that deep in a short period of time.
If he were in the outside world and had enough time, he would be able to spend some time condensing it.
But now, King Zhulong will not give him a chance.
But enough is enough.
Feeling that the power at this moment was much stronger than before, Chen Jing held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed with a sharp step:
"kill!"
The five elements and light and darkness collide again.
In terms of penetration and killing, the latter is more thorough than the former.
In terms of persistence and difficulty, the former is undoubtedly more prominent.
At this time, the arena, under the intense fighting between Chen Jing and Zhulong King, had completely transformed into a sea of half colorful and half black and white.
The blood of legend continues to be shed.
However, compared to the monotonous colorful shiny blood before, now there is a lot more black and white blood.
Although it has the power of brilliance to constantly repair injuries, if you look closely, you will find that there are faintly colorful lights oozing out of the body of the Candle Dragon King.
That was a hidden danger left behind after he was injured and didn't have time to completely repair it.
At this time, the situation of King Zhulong was getting worse and worse.
Although Chen Jing in front of him was more seriously injured than him, due to the consumption of truth, he was probably the one who couldn't afford it first.
No longer hesitating, this time he no longer feinted with a shot, his eyes immediately gushed out with the power of time.
However, when Chen Jing saw this scene, he did not retreat as hastily as before, but uncharacteristically looked directly at the Zhulong King with his eyes.
This is what you’ve been waiting for!
Chen Jing's black pupils were surrounded by five colored light spots that suddenly brightened at this moment, and then blended together and rotated like a big windmill.
Eye Technique - Five Elements Reincarnation!
In an instant, the Zhulong King, who was about to exert his power of time, felt a strong pulling force extending from the depths of Chen Jing's pupils. It looked like he was sinking forever and could not extricate himself.
Hum~
Chen Jing groaned, and two lines of blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes.
This is the result of a duel with the Zhulong King's pupil technique.
In this regard, the latter is obviously better than him.
The reason why he was like this now was just that he was caught off guard.
Just when the slightly scattered black and white eyes of Zhulong King were about to regroup in an instant, Chen Jing ignored the fact that more and more blood was flowing out of his eyes, and he suddenly increased his strength and shouted:
"Shang Qingmei!"
Shang Qingmei lived up to Chen Jing's trust.
As soon as the sound started, a bit of platinum cold light had already arrived.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
Incomparably strong sonic booms continue to explode from wherever it goes.
Shang Qingmei, who exuded a dazzling platinum edge, merged with his human spear, and like a meteor, with unimaginable destructive power and speed, he instantly passed through Chen Jing and penetrated towards the Zhulong King with great fierceness.
Boom!
Waves of air burst into the sky.
Regardless of her blurred eyes, Chen Jing was about to look forward, when suddenly a roar like a mythical giant sounded from the dazzling white light ahead.
There was another huge noise, and soon a figure flew backwards from far to near.
Chen Jing immediately stepped forward to hug him, and finally took several steps back to stop him completely.
I saw that Shang Qingmei's right hand was almost completely broken by the Zhulong King's furious blow, but even so, he still held the spear in his hand tightly.
"Be careful, it's not over yet!"
Shang Qingmei spat out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, and while speaking quickly, he took the spear with his left hand and continued to fight while suppressing the injury.
Hearing this, Chen Jing did not dare to be careless.
He also felt that the suddenly threatening momentum in front of him was approaching little by little.
At this moment, the thick dust seemed to be wiped away by a pair of invisible hands.
I saw the Zhulong King standing inside, with a big hole in his chest, and his heart beating faintly at the edge. His black and white eyes full of the breath of time, with the power of a god and a demon, glanced at Chen Jing and the two.
"You guys are really good."
Zhulong King did not feel angry or complaining when he said this.
But it really means literally.
Although he was almost defeated by two juniors, if he were another strong senior, he would inevitably feel resentful and unhappy.
But he won't.
Other people's evaluations of Zhulong King range from indifferent to ruthless to domineering. They all have different opinions.
But there is one thing they all agree on, and that is pride.
It was precisely because of his pride that he never backed down to compete with his long-time rival Shang Qianqiu under pressure.
It is precisely because of his pride that he will never say anything against his will.
The fact that Chen Jing and Chen Jing were able to push him to this level is definitely a reflection of the opponent's strength.
He won't deny it, nor does he want to deny it.
Even if there are complaints, they are only about one's own performance.
If he had not quite agreed with whether Chen Jing and Chen Jing were qualified to go to the next level.
So now, he no longer questions it.
Of course, the prerequisite for this is that these two people can take his final blow.
"The last move, if you can take it, you are the winner. If you can't, just raise your hands in advance."
The Zhulong King, who cherished talents, warned before taking action.
Three styles of time.
Past, present, future.
As the three most powerful combat skills that Zhulong King has been famous for a long time, it is definitely famous in the circle of legendary warriors.
The power of time is already powerful, and the three major styles condensed within it are even more terrifying.
I don’t know how many strong men died under it.
The most recent among them is undoubtedly the legendary Eighth Ladder Master Mengchen.
When the last straw was pressed for the latter, it was the Zhulong King who performed the first form of Passing of Time.
It's not that he doesn't want to display a stronger present and future.
It's just that the peak power of the eighth level allowed him to barely perform the first move at most.
It was this first move that completely reduced Meng Chin's strength, allowing Chen Jing and Shang Qingmei to easily kill him.
Chapter completed!