Chapter 393

"You think quite highly of me." Jiang Nan's eyes were golden, analyzing and evolving, understanding everything in an instant.

Both were Extreme Dao weapons, initially revived; it was impossible for one to get away, and one to be so strong that he couldn't even move.

It was just different directions of intent.

Once evolved, they were at the same level.

Jiang Nan had nothing else, just the Xing Xing Zi Mi of Travel, stepping to the extreme, his battle body boiling.

Time stagnated, and space also stopped.

The trance wasn't real enough.

He was resonating with extreme speed.

No matter what ten million spaces you have, he stepped out in one step.

Of course, that was the perception from the outside; in reality, it was countless fights, the collision of the origin of Dao.

A fully revived Extreme Dao weapon is comparable to half a Great Emperor's power; his realm was still far from enough, so he definitely wasn't a match.

But one that wasn't fully revived wanting to suppress him really wasn't enough.

Jiang Nan just stepped out, and the immortal sword's killing intent became even richer.

Far on the horizon, it seemed to be about to pierce through his body and mind.

Just at this time, another expert attacked, blocking his front and back paths.

Two real Saint experts.

Maybe they still wanted to take him down personally, so they didn't have to erupt the Extreme Dao weapon.

Such things were treasures to suppress the clan and couldn't be considered weapons, but seniors.

They wouldn't be triggered casually unless it was a major event.

A Saint from the Feathered Divine Dynasty, surrounded by immortal light, evolved chaos aura.

Like a Chaos God Demon, cold and ruthless.

One step down, heaven and earth resonated, stars echoed, and array patterns covered a million miles.

Sealing a million miles of void, condensing a million miles of killing intent; wind, clouds, thunder, all were killing intent.

This scene made countless people tremble.

This was the power of a Saint.

Everyone below a Saint is an ant—it really wasn't just talk.

Even an old-school Divine King, who could have one percent of this power?

The overbearing Feathered immortal light rolled over Jiang Nan's side magnificently.

The other Saint was a Primordial race, also like a God Demon, his figure exceptionally tall, and he evolved a thousand black arms, heaven and earth collapsed, and his figure was like lightning, like black thunder.

Every arm destroyed heaven and earth.

Jiang Nan held a war halberd; when they met on a narrow road, he stepped out with the Xing Xing Zi Mi of Travel and met them.

In an instant, he broke the boundless darkness, and only in the depths of the darkness was there chaos, with compact and absolute killing intent.

He killed his way to beyond the heavens and killed his way back; who knew how many times they killed back and forth.

Saint speed can reach the speed of light; this is the threshold for starting.

Neither was slow in the slightest.

The opponent's realm was higher, and Jiang Nan wasn't a Saint yet.

His divine power was far from enough; he was only in the Immortal Platform's First Secret Realm, and his battle body was infinitely close, not yet a Saint.

Even so, with days of stabilization, combat tempering, and comprehension progress, he was continuing to improve.

It wasn't that he couldn't fight.

But there were two of them, and there were two Extreme Dao weapons reviving outside.

He couldn't stay and fight a protracted war.

If the Extreme Dao weapon fully revived, let alone a Saint, even someone stronger would be left behind.

Jiang Nan erupted, his momentum like madness.

At this time, nothing else was useful; the clone didn't have the battle power of the main body, and if he split it out, it would be insta-killed.

A thread of difference is a thousand miles away.

Fighting Saint Method, invincible with me.

The two Saints also had the momentum of going up to heaven and down to earth, only I am supreme.

Reaching this point, they all had this invincible momentum.

If they didn't have this invincible fighting intent, they couldn't enter the Saint realm.

In this Desolate Ancient World, they were all fought out.

This was wanton and hearty, satisfying enough.

Before, facing those Divine Kings and Great Experts, it was all bullying; even Half-Saints, with some trump cards, could only cause him some trouble, and that was all.

Their speed couldn't keep up with him.

These Saints were not; they were very powerful, and he was still at a disadvantage.

Pressure is motivation.

Fighting Saint Method, fighting intent boiling, nothing could stop him, moving forward without hesitation.

Every move was a collapse; the world couldn't contain it, so they fought into the darkness, killed to beyond the heavens.

Heaven collapsed and earth cracked, an infinitely shattering dark battlefield.

Some saw auspicious energy hanging in the sky, golden lotuses spitting from the ground, various visions appearing.

This was a peak battle, impacted by the aftermath of the origin of Dao.

It shows the terror of the slaughter.

"Saints fighting, Feathered Divine Dynasty Saint, and Primordial race Saint... they aren't fighting each other; who is fighting them?"

"Why do I feel it's a bit like Jiang Nan?" someone said strangely.

But that was too ridiculous.

Not long ago, he killed a Half-Step Great Expert, which was ridiculous enough; later, he killed a Great Expert, and no one believed it.

Now they slowly believed this claim—fine, he fought someone who Cut the Dao.

While making people puzzled and hit, they also suspected it was an old geezer; it was too abnormal.

Now you tell me he's in a decisive battle with a Saint, and Extreme Dao Imperial Weapons were dispatched?

But they couldn't see too much.

It was just that there were too many people watching, and there were always people in different directions, or with different special abilities, who vaguely saw a small aspect.

They didn't even believe it themselves.

What happened to the young talent?

Competing with a Saint isn't called a young talent, okay?

No sooner said than done, the Saint attacked at the speed of light, a million strikes in an instant, faster than an ordinary person's reaction.

The battlefield, from shattering to dark chaos, was also in an instant.

Amidst the chaos, Jiang Nan killed his way out, covered in blood, his momentum flying.

There was the enemy's, and his own.

The two Saints behind also retreated.

The Feathered Saint's immortal light was chaotic, his weapon dim, he flipped out very far, and there were bloodstains on his body.

That thousand-armed God Demon had nearly a hundred of his mountain-like arms exploded, full of killing intent, and his evil aura was even stronger.

But for a time, he was also flipping backward.

Jiang Nan retreated even further, the Xing Xing Zi Mi of Travel borrowed momentum, whistling and transcending the speed of light, about to go far away.

At this time, the immortal sword hissed on one side, and the killing intent that pierced the firmament killed its way over.

On the other side was the Yin-Yang Ancient Mirror, wanting to stagnate and refine his figure.

Jiang Nan had long been prepared.

Even coming back here to intercept the Holy Land team, he had thought of this situation.

He didn't fear anything at all.

A large pile of Saint weapons, Great Saint weapons, and even Quasi-Imperial weapons obtained from the ruins before rose up.

His battle body was incomparably powerful, his blood energy was boundless, and he could control so many divine weapons and fierce weapons... ===== CHAPTER 394 =====