Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 2442

Seeing the two men fighting, Yang Teng frowned.

It is said that the horizontal is afraid of death. Both of them are desperate. There is no difference in strength. It depends on who has a harder life.

Yang Teng doesn't advocate this kind of playing method. It's just a big match, not to the extent of fighting between life and death. The two guys in the duel obviously regard big match as fighting between life and death.

"Happy!" Mingcheng laughs loudly, not caring about the scars on his body.

A wound ran through his rib, and several ribs were cut off. His internal abdominal organs had been exposed. It looked very scary.

The opponent was also hard. He hit Mingcheng with a sword and broke his arm with a blow from Mingcheng.

"Come again!" the opponent wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the fighting will on his face became more fanatical.

The two of them did not regard this as a big match. They met opponents with equal strength and did their best not to die. At this moment, they had a feeling of sympathizing with each other.

But this feeling will not let them drink and have fun and become friends who talk about everything. If they respect their opponents, they should use their own strength to defeat them!

"Poof!" every time the two men fight head-on, they will bring a flower of blood.

Bright blood blooms in the air, so gorgeous, but so cruel.

The battle between Mingcheng and his opponent lasted only half an hour. More and more scars on the two people led to the rapid loss of their physical strength and the rapid decline of their state.

It can be said that the tenacious fighting spirit of the two people supported their hearts.

"You admit defeat, I can spare you from death!" the opponent leaned on the ground with his sword, so that he could barely fall down, gasped and snored every time. It can be seen that his injury was very serious.

Mingcheng limped on one leg and vomited a mouthful of blood. "I should say that. Can you insist? I dare say, if I have another move, I will kill you!"

"I see you are also a man. It's not worth dying in the duel. Let's admit defeat!" to be fair, Mingcheng was also convinced by the opponent's fighting will and had a good impression on the opponent.

If he is off the court, he will become a good brother with the friar.

However, fighting is fighting. He will not let his opponent go because his opponent has a strong fighting will and has the same character as him.

"Well, it depends on whether you have this ability!" the opponent's sword pushed on the ground and his body soared again.

"Kill!" the explosion made an earth shaking cry. The sword bloomed countless sword flowers, wrapping Mingcheng's whole person in the light of Sen Han's sword.

"Come on!" Mingcheng's eyes burst out and rushed up against his opponent's sword.

"Poof!" the sword flowers dissipated, and a sword was inserted into Mingcheng's chest.

"You! Won! I admire you!" a smile appeared on the opponent's face and said this sentence hard, then a mouthful of dirty blood gushed out and fell straight down.

His chest collapsed, his internal organs were shattered, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Real death without regret, even death is smiling.

Mingcheng looked bitterly at his fallen opponent. He felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

"In this duel, Feilong Zong Mingcheng won!"

Hearing the referee's decision, Mingcheng fell down in the dark and completely lost consciousness.

Yang Teng flew into the duel field and picked up Mingcheng.

"Lord, will everything be all right tomorrow!" Qi Rui looked nervously.

Lu Fei also asked, "Lord, you have a way to save Mingcheng, right?"

They both felt that there was no vitality in Mingcheng's body. Mingcheng was dead!

In the cruel battle, the two monks died together. Mingcheng held on for a few more hours than his opponent and decided that he won the duel.

However, the price paid for such a victory is too cruel.

Yang Teng's face was very ugly. He quickly left the duel field with Mingcheng and returned to the flying dragon sect.

"Alert, don't allow anyone to disturb me!" Yang Teng put mingchengping on the ground.

The disciples immediately surrounded the city and protected Yang Teng and Mingcheng. They could not see the two people in the crowd from the outside.

Yang Teng really felt that Mingcheng's vitality was completely cut off, and Mingcheng was indeed dead.

A sword that pulls out Mingcheng's chest and seals the wound quickly.

Then take out a strange fruit from the ice emperor's ring, pinch it into an open mouth and put it in.

The body lost its vitality, and Mingcheng didn't respond. Yang Teng put a breath into Mingcheng's body, urged the fruit in his mouth into his belly, and then crushed the fruit under the guidance of divine consciousness, so that the juice of the fruit could enter Mingcheng's body.

Qi Rui and others gathered around Yang Teng. They didn't dare to breathe. They didn't know whether Mingcheng could live. What they felt was that Mingcheng had no vitality in his body, which was an absolute dead man.

But they all prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that Mingcheng could create miracles.

Lu Fei kept wiping the sweat on his face. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He was more nervous than the invincible strong.

"Mingcheng's body is alive!" Sha Baidong shouted in surprise!

He felt that in Mingcheng's body, there was an extremely weak vitality flowing slowly into Mingcheng's whole body.

Then, the weak vitality slowly increased.

Qi Rui's cultivation is a little poor, but they also feel the vitality in Mingcheng's body, which is slowly increasing!

It really works! Yang Teng breathed a sigh of relief, then took out several pills and stuffed them into Mingcheng's mouth.

Although Mingcheng regained his vitality, his injury is very serious. If he is not cured as soon as possible, the vitality in his body will still be lost quickly.

The effect of Zhishang pill is remarkable. Under the dual effect, Mingcheng's wound heals quickly and the vitality in the body is more and more vigorous.

After half an hour, Mingcheng gave a cry, and then opened his eyes.

"It's killing me!" Mingcheng shouted when he felt the pain all over his body.

"Mingcheng wakes up! Great!"

"I knew you couldn't die!"

The people of Feilong sect immediately shouted excitedly to celebrate Mingcheng's death and resurrection.

Mingcheng holds his palm on the ground, barely sits up, looks at the crowd in confusion, and then looks down at his chest.

He clearly remembered that his opponent's sword stabbed him in the chest. He felt the feeling that his heart was pierced and then crushed. He knew he would die.

Now seeing the patriarch and everyone, it is obvious that he is not dead!

"Suzerain, you saved me?" Mingcheng immediately responded. It must be the suzerain who can have such a magical means to bring him back from the dead.

Yang Teng said angrily, "you guy, didn't I say, don't pay such a huge price for promotion, it's not worth it!"

"If I didn't happen to have a different fruit, you would be dead!" Yang Teng was very angry.

Mingcheng quickly opened his mouth and thanked, "thank you, Lord. You are my reborn parents."

"Fuck off, I don't like your impulsive son so much!" Yang Teng sighed in his heart. If his sons were so excellent, he would wake up with a smile when he slept.

"Lord, did I just die? Then you saved me and let me have life again?" Mingcheng asked.

"That's enough! Your life belongs to my Lord, but it's a pity that I gave you a seven life fruit. It's a waste," Yang Teng scolded with a smile.

When he was sure that he would come back from the dead, Mingcheng suddenly said, "Lord, I respect the monk who fought with me just now. Do you think you can help him come back to life?"

The so-called heroes cherish each other.

At the end of the duel, Mingcheng is sure that he will come back from the dead. At this time, he also thinks of the opponent he killed.

Yang Teng shook his head slightly.

Mingcheng's face changed. "Lord, I'm willing to pay any price. He's a hero I respect. I don't want him to die under my hands! As long as Lord is willing to help him revive, I......"

Yang Teng raised his hand and interrupted Mingcheng. "It's not that I won't save him, not because he's not my Feilong sect disciple, but it's too late!"

"The fruit I give you is called seven life fruit. It is a natural treasure planted by a great emperor. Taking one can bring the quasi emperor friar back to life."

"But the seven life fruit is not omnipotent, but has timeliness. If the prospective emperor takes the seven life fruit immediately after his death, he can successfully revive no matter how hard he is hit."

"Once a certain period of time has passed, the seven life fruit will have no effect," Yang Teng said. "Otherwise, why don't I use the seven life fruit to revive Geng Wu."

In his heart, Yang Teng really didn't want to waste the seven life fruit on Mingcheng's opponent.

Now, if you swallow the seven life fruit for the friar, it may have an effect.

How precious is the fruit of seven lives? How can Yang Teng waste it on a monk he doesn't know.

As for Geng Wu, it was too late. When Yang Teng learned that Geng Wu had died and arrived at the duel field, taking seven life fruit could not save Geng Wu's life.

The seven life fruit was forcibly blackmailed by him in the hands of the extinction emperor. The extinction emperor had already died, and there was no such magical natural material and earth treasure in the world.

Mingcheng believed that if the seven life fruit could bring a prospective emperor back to life at any time, the patriarch would certainly not be stingy and would certainly save Geng Wu.

With a long sigh, "unfortunately, he is also a hero."

"You're a pity for others. If the patriarch didn't have such a magical treasure, both of your companions would be dead!" Qi Rui said disdainfully, "you still have the mind to pity others!"

Mingcheng shook his head reluctantly, "this is also an experience of life."

"Well, you're ready to adjust. Next, I have to prepare for the next round of competition. I'm going to prepare."

Yang Teng went to his duel field.

His opponent had been waiting outside for a long time, waiting for the end of the battle in the duel field to challenge Yang Teng.

It's their turn to appear on the stage. The opponent is full of war and looks at Yang Teng.

"Lord long, please give me some advice!"

Yang Teng smiled coldly: "it's good to say. It's impossible to give advice. Let's learn from each other."

The opponent was not the most vocal people, and Yang Teng didn't take the opponent seriously.

It seems to be stimulated by Yang Teng's contemptuous tone. A trace of anger flashed on the Friar's face, "Lord long, I know you are strong! But in this round, no one is weak. I hope Lord long can take the right attitude!"