Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 1325

The pressure became heavier and heavier. It was like walking in the mud. Every movement was very difficult, and both arms felt like they were going to be broken.

Yang Teng was surprised that the strength shown by Ping Qingyun was stronger than the opponents in the first round.

After blocking several knives in a row, Yang Teng did not reduce the pressure he felt, but he gradually adapted to this pressure.

Ping Qingyun roared one after another to enhance his momentum.

Yang Teng caught several knives in a row. Ping Qingyun was also shocked.

These are his most powerful moves. If he can't defeat Yang Teng, he really can't find other means to restrain Yang Teng.

No, you can't just give up!

Ping Qingyun knows that failure is a dead end. Only by defeating Yang Teng can he become famous and continue to live.

Instantly, stimulate all the aura in the body and instill it into the long knife.

"Hum!" the light soared, and the blade in front of the long knife grew three feet.

Yang Teng, who was in the attack circle, immediately felt that the pressure increased a bit.

He knows that this is Ping Qingyun's last killing move. As long as he carries this move again, Ping Qingyun has nothing to do and all his means are exhausted.

"Come on!" Yang Teng was full of war. When he met an opponent like ping Qingyun, his combat effectiveness was inspired. At this moment, he was more excited than ever.

Without any means, Yang Teng took the knife with his own ability.

"Boom!" there was a loud noise from the battlefield where they fought, like thunder falling from the clouds in nine days.

Countless pairs of eyes are watching the battle between the two. Such a wonderful duel is also very rare in the competitive battle.

The light scattered everywhere. A man staggered forward for a few steps, and then leaned on the ground with a long knife before he stood firm.

It can be seen that this war has caused some damage to him, and the Reiki consumption in his body is also extremely serious. It is difficult to say whether he can continue to participate in the next war.

Seeing the man clearly, the monks exclaimed.

"Awesome! In the face of such an attack, he can carry it. The little friar really has some skills!"

"Unexpectedly, the cultivation in Juyuan period is so powerful. It's hard for me to carry the knife just now." a monk exclaimed.

The person next to said disdainfully: "just you? Don't brag. I don't belittle you. If you have the ability, you can enter the challenge area and have a try!"

"Look down on me, don't you? I'll challenge you. We'll fight each other. Who's afraid of who!"

Well, these two actually disagree and want to do it.

No one paid any attention to them, and all eyes were fixed on the challenge area.

Yang Teng stood still, wiped away a trace of blood from the corners of his mouth and laughed: "happy! You can force me to such a situation. You're not unjust!"

What happened? Ping Qingyun is dead?

Not quite. Isn't Ping Qingyun standing opposite Yang Teng, holding a long knife and pointing at Yang Teng? Why do you say he's dead?

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spewed out far away, and Ping Qingyun's long knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the body fell down weakly.

"Ping Qingyun is dead! He was really killed by Yang Teng!"

The monks screamed one after another, and they didn't believe what they saw was true.

Yang Teng quickly took out a healing pill and julingdan and put them into his mouth.

He was seriously injured in the battle of peace Qingyun. Without treatment as soon as possible, he could not give full play to his strongest strength in the next battle.

The two pills worked quickly.

Yang Teng was not idle, and his long knife pointed to the direction of Ning Zhongtian and his party.

"Ning Zhongtian! Before I'm seriously injured and physically exhausted, send someone to kill me! Once I pass this round of selection, the rules of the next round are changed, it's difficult for your people to meet me. Then you should walk around the square naked for a week and let your people come in. It's still too late!"

Ning Zhongtian's lungs are going to be blown up. In his opinion, Ping Qingyun can definitely defeat Yang Teng and destroy the damn little monk.

But I didn't expect that under the crazy attack like ping Qingyun, Yang Teng actually survived. It was Ping Qingyun who died miserably in the end!

This little monk must not be allowed to continue to be arrogant.

Ning Zhongtian's face was as gloomy as water and looked at the two friars around him.

"Maoqi, Mosin! Which of you two entered the challenge area and killed that bastard for the city master!"

Ning Zhongtian can only count on these two people. Ping Qingyun, who ranks third under him, was killed by Yang Teng.

Maoqi and Mohsin, their combat effectiveness is above the level of green clouds.

Ning Zhongtian is very relieved of them. No matter who plays, he can easily defeat Yang Teng.

Although Yang Teng defeated Ping Qingyun, he won miserably in the end. Looking at his panting posture, it is not difficult to see that his aura consumption is serious. Ping Qingyun caused heavy damage to Yang Teng before he died.

Yang Teng is capable of doing things one day and how long he can persist!

Sending an ordinary monk into the challenge area can also kill Yang Teng.

For the sake of insurance, Ning Zhongtian is very careful. This time, he can't give Yang Teng any chance to kill him while he is ill!

Send these two most assured men into the challenge area. Ning Zhongtian is waiting to see his men win and return.

Mauch and Mersin looked at each other.

To be fair, both of them want to enter the challenge area.

What is the purpose of participating in the competitive war? It is nothing more than to become famous.

No friar wants to be unknown all his life. Who doesn't want to be famous in front of people with unlimited scenery.

Participating in the competitive war can certainly give them the chance to be famous.

But it is only an unattainable opportunity.

There are 2000 monks participating in the competitive war in one silver moon state, and the total number of monks participating in the competitive war in the whole silver moon mainland is six or seven thousand.

It's harder to stand out from so many people than to go to heaven.

Now, there is a more simple and direct opportunity in front of them. As long as they beat Yang Teng, they can become famous in one fell swoop.

If you can be more simply and directly famous, why fight with others and fight hard.

No surprise, they both want to enter the challenge area to fight Yang Teng.

Looking at each other, they said at the same time: "my Lord, my subordinates thought that adults would go to war and destroy this damn little friar!"

Ning Zhongtian nodded with satisfaction and said, "good! Since you both have the idea of sharing for the city master, go to Mohsin. The city master asks you to make a quick decision and don't procrastinate."

Mohsin was overjoyed and said to Ning Zhongtian, "my subordinates will live up to their mission!"

Mao Qi feels frustrated. His combat effectiveness is still above that of Mohsin, but he can't get the favor of the city Lord. The city Lord gave Mohsin such a good opportunity.

Is it unfair? There is no justice in this world. The words of the city Lord can determine the fate of many people.

Mao Qi could only step aside and watch Mohsin enter the challenge area with envious eyes.

Mosin is very proud. Today is his lucky day. He has a good chance to become famous!

Whether he could defeat Yang Teng was such a stupid question that Mohsin didn't even think about it.

If he can't even beat a little friar in Juyuan period who has suffered serious Reiki consumption and heavy damage to his body, what else can he do!

When he strode to Yang Teng, moxin looked disdainful, "Yang Teng! I'll give you two ways. If you know the truth and end yourself, you can leave a whole corpse. If you still fantasize about fighting with me, don't blame me for being rude!"

Yang Teng looked at the friar in surprise. He really couldn't figure out where the friar came from so strong self-confidence.

It seems that my reputation is not loud enough.

If you were in tianwu, you would not say that you have suffered some damage and your aura has been consumed.

Even when his life was in danger, a strong Saint did not dare to ignore Yang Teng.

Yang Teng sneered: "I don't see. Your confidence is strong enough!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't wait for me to kill you. You'll be torn to pieces!" cried moxin angrily.

into ten thousand pieces? Tough enough!

Yang Teng's face sank. "You don't know how to live or die. If you have any skills, just show them. I want to see if your ability is so powerful as nonsense!"

Off the court, Guan Zuo looked worried. He clearly saw that Yang Teng was badly hurt and his aura was seriously consumed.

In this state, can you beat this Mohsin.

The old slob on one side whispered, "adults don't have to worry about Yang Teng. The boy won't have an accident. He has those two kinds of pills. I saw him take the pills just now. It doesn't matter the injury or the consumed aura."

Guan Zuo secretly said, yes, how could he forget it.

Yang Teng is the alchemist who makes these two kinds of pills. As long as he is not a life-threatening injury, there will be no problem.

In the war zone, Mohsin's anger was completely ignited by Yang Teng's disdain. He had lost his mind.

Being despised by a little monk who was injured and in a very poor state, no one can feel it calmly.

"Young man! You're trying to die yourself. You can't blame me!" Mohsin burst out and blew out his fists at the same time.

He not only wants to defeat Yang Teng, but also does it neatly, so as not to be said that he has picked up a bargain and let everyone see his Mohist ability!

Yang Teng suddenly straightened up, clenched the Tianhuang sword with both hands, raised his hand and cut it off.

At this moment, moxin suddenly had an illusion that Yang Teng didn't seem to be hurt and his aura was extremely abundant.

But the idea was fleeting. He knew that Yang Teng could not recover to his peak so soon.

It must be bluffing to scare yourself.

This little monk has some skills. He can think of such tricks.

Moxin smiled grimly. How could he be frightened by Yang Teng's bluff!

The attack power of his two fists increased again. He wanted to blow Yang Teng's long knife with one fist and kill Yang Teng with the second fist.

This long knife looks very good. It will be regarded as the booty of this war.

In addition, Yang Teng seems to have a space magic weapon, which belongs to me!

While messing took action, he didn't forget these things.

Tragedies are often distracted by thinking too much.