Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 1667

impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

Seeing Yang Teng spitting blood, most people doubt their eyes. Yang Teng can't be so defeated.

There are also a few people who are secretly happy. They are very willing to see Yang Teng spit blood.

The strong man of the holy king looked up at the sky and laughed wildly: "Yang Teng, I heard that you inherited the Tianhuang thirteen sabres, which are invincible in the universe. It is also said that your strongest move is not within these thirteen sabres, but your own move called one Sabre cutting."

Yang Teng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. There was no mood fluctuation on his face.

"I think it's just like that. Is this your strongest cut? It's disappointing to me!"

The strong man of the holy King hooked his finger at Yang Teng, "come again! I want to see what else you have!"

"As you wish!" in the face of such a strong man, there was no need to talk too much nonsense. Yang Teng raised his Tianhuang knife again.

Friars who are familiar with Yang Teng's cutting with one knife know that this is the starting position of one knife cutting.

Just now a knife didn't work. Yang Teng still wants to use a knife to cut. Is that ok?

"Cut!" a violent drink, Yang Teng again fell a knife, as everyone thought, still cut with one knife.

The bright moon appears again in front of the holy king and the strong, and it is still so bright and dazzling.

I can't see that Yang Teng is seriously injured and his power hasn't changed.

"A little skill!" the strong man of the holy king was extremely disdainful. His two fists blew out at the same time, and countless fist shadows fell on the bright moon.

Like last time, there was no suspense. Before the moon burst, the power of a knife cut was not shown at all, so it was blasted by the holy King's strong fist.

Yang Teng flew out again, fell to the ground, struggled to stand up, opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

It can be seen that he was hit harder this time than last time.

In the crowd, Yang Xin was worried and held a large number of various runes in his palm. As long as Yang Teng's life was in danger, Yang Xin would not hesitate to throw out all the runes to ensure that Yang Teng was safe and secure.

"No!" Lei Mingyuan beat his fist. He really couldn't figure out why Yang Teng was so stubborn. He knew that cutting with a knife could not threaten the other party, but he used the same move twice. Isn't this an act of taking the initiative to die.

Zhongzhou Wang and others also shouted and wondered why Yang Teng was so stupid.

But then again, although Yang Teng lost both moves, he still had the strength of a war, not to admit defeat.

From this point of view, Yang Teng is obviously more powerful than many ancient saints who were defeated by this holy king.

"Yang Teng, I can't understand you any more. I know that such moves pose no threat to me. You still use them for the second time. Don't you have any other means!" the Saint King looked at Yang Teng again.

He felt that Yang Teng could not be so stupid. There must be some conspiracy.

"Poof!" spit out the blood foam in his mouth. Yang Teng took out a healing pill and shook it at the Saint King and the strong.

"See, this is the healing pill I made by myself. As long as you can't kill me at once, this little injury is nothing. I'm tired to death!" put the healing pill into his mouth. Yang Teng quickly absorbed the power of the healing pill and didn't forget to continue to provoke his opponent.

"Waste! That's all you have. Let you know today that your speed of taking drugs can't match my speed!"

Everyone felt that the holy king had said a nonsense.

Taking Zhishang pill needs the effect of medicine. No matter how powerful it is, it can't be faster than a monk.

"Then come again! Anyway, my healing pills are inexhaustible. I don't believe your aura will never dry up!" Yang Teng seemed determined to spend it with the other party.

"As you wish! This punch won't kill you. It depends on how long you can support by taking drugs!" the strong Saint Wang was angry. Yang Teng dared to provoke in this way, so he let Yang Teng die under the healing pill!

"Cut with one knife!" Yang Teng raised the Tianhuang knife for the third time.

Friars tianwu are stupid. What is Yang Teng doing? There is no such battle.

A bright moon rises in front of the holy king and the strong.

Without any hesitation, the holy king and the strong burst out his fist for the third time.

Puzzled, tianwu friars still pay close attention to the situation of the battlefield.

No one believes that Yang Teng is stupid. Yang Teng must have his reason for doing so.

"Boom!" the strong man of the holy King banged his fists on the bright moon.

According to the situation of the previous two times, Mingyue was smashed by him, and Yang Teng was seriously injured and flew out upside down.

The holy king and the strong have already thought about it. He followed him and stepped on Yang Teng. He let Yang Teng struggle at his feet. He looked at Yang Teng's helpless expression and waited for Yang Teng to beg for mercy.

Gentle slope, many people can't bear to see Yang Teng injured for the third time. This time, the Saint King's strong shot will be more cruel.

However, the situation in the battlefield was beyond everyone's expectation.

The bright moon did explode, but it was not because of the fist bombardment of the powerful king, but turned into a bright spot in the sky.

"Yang Xingzhu's knife cut successfully!" Lei Mingyuan shouted out with an excited cry.

The bright spots in the sky are like stars dotted in the night sky, trapping the holy king and the strong in the middle.

No! The strong man of the holy King trembled. He felt endless attacks in all directions around his body. Each bright spot seemed to have little power, but as long as there was a little negligence, he would be hit.

Just now I was still dreaming of stepping on Yang Teng's chest and humiliating him.

In the twinkling of an eye, we will face endless crises.

The strong man of the holy King reacts very quickly and immediately changes his moves. He punches one after another and blows thousands of punches in an instant.

The shadow of the fist in the sky makes a roaring sound in every collision.

When several bright spots are smashed, the boxing shadow of the king and the strong will disappear.

"See if you can catch me!" Yang Teng laughed wildly, and the Tianhuang knife raised and fell.

Once again, the bright moon successfully burst. The bright spots in front have not been completely dissolved by the strong ones of the holy king, and more bright spots have joined them.

How deep it is!

Lei Mingyuan secretly admired that Yang Teng must have deliberately hidden his real strength twice in order to make his opponent careless and successfully use his third knife.

The success of the third Dao provides an opportunity for the back to suppress the opponent.

As Lei Ming thought, Yang Teng did not show his strongest strength by cutting with one knife twice before.

The third knife is the one that truly integrates the power of the field and the power of the road.

This is the strongest blow he has inspired since his debut, reaching an unprecedented situation.

Before using the third Dao, Yang Teng didn't know what kind of power this Dao could have after integrating the power of the field and the power of the road.

Yang Teng was more or less surprised to be able to suppress the holy king and the strong.

Without much thought, Yang Teng split ten knives in an instant.

This is the limit that he can cut with one knife now.

The power of the ten sabres is superimposed together. Suddenly, the world changes color and the mountains and rivers collapse. The power is unimaginable.

Many ancient sages and strong men changed their faces dramatically. They dare not imagine what the superposed power of Yang Teng's ten sabres fell on themselves. I'm afraid their bodies will be fragmented and finally become a blood mist.

"Very good! You really didn't disappoint me!" surrounded by bright spots in the sky, there came the roar of the strong man of the holy king.

Whether they can kill the holy king and the strong, tianwu friars are extremely looking forward to it.

If such a violent attack can't defeat the other party, who else can tianwu be his opponent!

Hearing the roar of the holy king and the strong, Yang Teng screamed a pity.

This is his limit. Even if he forcibly cuts again, it has no meaning and the power is too weak.

"Boom!" it exploded violently, and all the bright spots in the sky were extinguished.

finished! Lei Mingyuan almost fell off his chair.

Such attacks have been cracked. This person is invincible!

There was silence, dead silence.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at the battlefield.

"He! He's hurt!" I don't know who gave a trembling cry.

The Saint King and strong man stood opposite Yang Teng. His clothes were messy and damaged in many places.

If you look carefully, you will find interesting, subtle and almost invisible scarlet at the corners of the mouth of the holy king and the strong.

Boiling, all the martial monks cheered.

Although Yang Teng failed to kill the holy king, he also caused some damage to the other party.

Even a trace of almost invisible scarlet also means that the other party's inner abdomen was severely damaged before a trace of blood was shed.

How glorious it is to hit a holy king and strong man with the cultivation of the semi holy realm!

Yang Teng became the God of war in the first World War and quickly became the God of war in the hearts of all tianwu friars. There is no substitute!

"Poof!" the strong man of the holy King opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm worthy of being a disciple of the great emperor of heaven. I really can't underestimate it!" the strong man of the holy King nodded slightly. "If I have the same level of cultivation as you, I can't defeat you."

In this regard, friars tianwu said with a smile. Since Yang Teng became a Taoist priest, I haven't heard that any opponent in the same realm can defeat him.

"If you are in a low cultivation level, you can definitely cross multiple levels of challenges." the strong man of the holy king suddenly laughed wildly: "it's a pity that you and I are in a large cultivation level in the virtual period. In this level, my cultivation level is three levels higher than you. This is an insurmountable natural barrier gap, and you Yang Teng can't erase this gap! Accept your life!"

finished!

The tianwu friars' hearts sank, especially those who were in the great realm of cultivating emptiness, and they knew how difficult it was to cross the level challenge in this realm.

Yang Teng can easily defeat the sage and challenge the ancient sage, but he has absolutely no strength to challenge the sage king and the strong!

This is as irrefutable as the law of heaven and earth.

"Really! You have strong self-confidence." a sarcastic smile appeared on Yang Teng's cold face.

Yang Teng didn't continue to attack after ten times of one knife cuts in a row. Taking advantage of the other party's opportunity to crack the bright spots in the sky, he swallowed several julingdan.

The aura in his body was supplemented to a certain extent, and Yang Teng regained his combat effectiveness and became energetic again.

"It seems that you still don't know me enough!" Yang Teng suddenly put away the Tianhuang knife. "Don't think I have only one knife to cut, let you feel my boxing!"

Everything ahead is preparing for now.

Yang Teng knows that a knife can't kill each other. As long as he can hurt each other, he is the greatest success.