Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 1918

Light day, suddenly appeared a bright moon.

The four fighting there were stunned at the same time. Where did the moon come from?

Why do you feel a strong crisis in this bright moon? How can there be such a strong murderous spirit!

The old man suddenly reacted and Yang Teng cut with a knife!

The old man once saw Yang Teng wield this knife.

No one can define Yang Teng's sabre. It's in the ranks of sabre art. There's only one move. It's not Sabre art at all. There's no Sabre art. There's only one move.

Just like Yang Teng's void invincible fist, any kind of combat skills, which can be called martial arts, are complicated moves.

But this knife is more powerful than any knife skill.

The old man has seen countless kinds of war skills in his life, and he has seen countless knife skills.

He couldn't find out what kind of sabre was more powerful than Yang Teng's sabre.

Perhaps only the sword skill used by the great emperor can be stronger than one knife.

Looking at the ancient and modern times, there is only one move of sabre art. It is so powerful that it is unique.

The old man's heart suddenly filled with a strong sense of expectation. If Yang Teng could kill the quasi emperor strongman with a knife, no! As long as you hurt the other party, you can say that Yang Teng's Sabre skill is great. With this Sabre alone, Yang Teng can be included in the ranks of great masters and will have the ability to impact the throne of the great emperor in the future.

Long Jingtian felt more real. Yang Teng forced him to take the Dragon subduing pill. Long Jingtian had a heart to heart communication with Yang Teng.

Yang Teng showed this knife, and long Jingtian was completely stunned.

He was shocked to find that although he had competed with Emperor Zhou for the position of great emperor and his strength was also super, he really couldn't find out what kind of war skills he had that could be comparable to his master Yang Teng's knife.

What is more intuitive than long Jingtian is the gloomy monk.

The bright moon rose in front of him and his face was gloomy. The friar suddenly had a strong feeling of facing the great emperor.

This feeling was so strong that it was the strongest move he had ever seen in his life.

He has fought countless strong enemies in his life, but he has never felt like this. The monk with a gloomy face even thinks that his body will be torn apart after all the power of this move is released!

Back off! There is no other way but to avoid the edge of this knife.

There is a fierce battle here, and the situation on the other side of the big array is even more critical than here.

The power of the six strong men has risen to the peak of terror. Inspired by the large array, the attack power of these Tao has been compressed in a very small space by the powerful force.

Wu Tianzheng is located in the center of space, and the strength he bears is unimaginable.

Wu Tian's body is compressed and reduced by powerful forces, which is only half of the original normal body!

The bones in the body are closer under pressure, but they still can't bear such violent force and make a cracking sound.

The sweet smell surged from the chest to the throat.

Wu Tian knew that he had to fight, otherwise he would be crushed by the power gathered by the array without breaking the void.

He forced down his breath and swallowed the blood that was about to come out.

"Open it for me!" his palms danced and hit thousands of palms in an instant on the imperial seven treasures exquisite tower above his head.

"Hum!" the seven treasures exquisite pagoda shines brightly, and the blue light rises into the sky.

At the same time, Yang Teng on the other side also inspired the strongest power of one knife.

"Cut!"

"Boom!" the bright moon exploded, forming a small bright spot in the sky between them.

Needless to say, every little bright spot has an endless murderous spirit.

Yang Teng did not dare to have any reservation against the ancient strong in the realm of war. He put all his strength into this knife. Whether he could defeat his opponent depends on the power of this move.

i see! The monk on the opposite side looked gloomy. He was surprised that the power of the knife blasted by the little monk was not the moon, but the power generated after the moon burst.

Such strange Sabre art is unheard of.

The sullen monk smiled.

If it is a normal knife, the bright moon formed has such terrible power, he must do his best to deal with it.

But the little monk turned the gathered power into countless highlights, which greatly weakened the power of the attack.

The gloomy looking friar felt that the power of these small bright spots was very weak. If they fell on him, they would not bring him any harm.

"Young generation, you're dead!" the gloomy monk smiled grimly, raised his hand and clapped a palm. His aura focused on the robe sleeve, and the big robe sleeve hit the small bright spot in front of him.

The palm is grasping at Yang Teng's face door.

One move to smash the hateful little Friar's head.

He thought very well and did very well. I don't know how many small highlights were scattered by the big robe sleeve.

The palm also smoothly passes through the space channel played by the robe sleeve beat and grasps the Yang Teng face door.

Yang Teng stood still, cut back with a knife, stood in place, kept the posture of falling the knife, and watched the gloomy monk grab it with his big hand.

The monk with gloomy complexion was more proud. It turned out that the strength of the little monk was just like this. After a knife, he exhausted all his strength and had no strength to move again.

"Poof!" a small bright spot with a slight inconspicuous force fell on the gloomy monk, stabbed him and cut a wound.

This small wound is really not worth mentioning. It will be repaired automatically without deliberately running Reiki.

Looking gloomy, the friar was careless. He didn't stimulate his aura to protect his body, but put all his strength on his palm. Killing Yang Teng is the most important. It's better to scratch a little injury.

"Poof!" the second bright spot fell on him, but it still didn't arouse his vigilance.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!" as the rain fell, countless small bright spots instantly fell on the gloomy monk's body, one after another, superimposed together, I don't know how many.

No matter how weak the attack force is, once the number superimposed together is huge to an unimaginable extent, it will also cause quantitative change.

I don't know whether thousands or tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of millions of small bright spots hit the gloomy monk's body.

"Hoo!" the palm wind roared and the face was gloomy. The Friar's palm had come to Yang Teng. His open fingers carried endless anger. As long as he grasped Yang Teng's face, he would crush his head.

Half a foot! Three inches!

One inch!

It was pasted on Yang Teng's face. The face was gloomy. The skin of Friar's big hand was close to Yang Teng's face.

Yang Teng clearly felt that the great power transmitted by the opponent's palm penetrated into his head through his skin.

finished! Yang Teng was frustrated. He believed too much in the power of one knife. After all, he still failed to kill his opponent. It's not unjust to be beaten to death by his opponent!

Arrogance comes at a price.

Venus twinkled in front of him, and the violent force fell on his head, making Yang Teng almost unconscious.

Yang Teng exhausted all his strength with that knife just now. He couldn't avoid his opponent's grasp. He had to stand in place and wait for death.

Eh?

I didn't feel right. I didn't faint, and I didn't get slapped to death by the other party. The sullen monk's big hand stuck to his face, and then his strength disappeared completely.

"Poof!" there was a noise across the street.

"You! I! I hate you!" the gloomy monk opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. He trembled and couldn't express what he wanted to say at this time.

But his body was full of holes, and countless wounds were clicked by countless Xiaoliang.

One or two wounds don't matter, dozens or hundreds of wounds don't matter.

If there are hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of wounds.

Cut open his meridians, cut open every part of his body, blood gushed along the wound, and the whole person became a blood man.

Reiki also flows out of the body along the wound uncontrollably.

What's more, Xiaoliang in front clicked to break his body defense, and the small bright spots in the back superimposed their strength and went deeper into the body. Many Xiaoliang clicked to hurt his inner abdomen.

The effect of countless small highlights is that his internal abdominal organs are broken. At the moment, his internal abdomen is a blur of flesh and blood and can't find a good place.

"Poof!" another mouthful of blood gushed out, with broken meat of internal abdominal organs.

"Pa!" then there was a strange sound. The monk was dismembered with a gloomy face. All parts of his body were separated by small bright spots and turned into a pool of broken meat.

Only the big hand still clings to Yang Teng's face. With reluctance and endless resentment, it seems to want to scratch a layer of skin off Yang Teng's face.

"Pa!" Yang Teng raised his hand and knocked the hand off his face.

"I Pooh!" Pooh at the broken meat on the ground. "The strong in ancient times? Open your mouth and shut up to kill me! It really scared me to death. Why don't you say kill me! What!"

At the same time of scolding each other, put a pill in your mouth.

The situation is not stable, we must always maintain the best peak state.

"Poof!" I felt my nose sour, and two lines of blood flowed down my nostrils.

Operation cultivation stopped nosebleed. Yang Teng said with hatred, "I know you are unwilling to die, but we are even. You beat me to nosebleed before you die. You can rest in peace."

Not far away, the four men in the fierce battle were speechless at the same time.

A strong quasi emperor was killed in exchange for only two lines of nosebleed. Is it unjust to die.

Long Jingtian was overjoyed and didn't lose face to follow the master! If the master becomes the great emperor in the future, he will be the first emperor in all ages!

The old man was so determined that he could finally let go and don't need to worry about Yang Teng anymore.

The two strong men in the reign of emperor Xugu were endless shock and incomprehension.

Has the universe been so crazy after being suppressed for many times?

An ancient sage easily killed the strong in the quasi emperor realm, but he didn't see any ecstatic look of the ancient sage. It was more like disdain!

It seems that before the ancient sage did his best, his companions became a pool of broken meat.

But they didn't know that Yang Teng led more than 100 quasi emperors to fight against foreign invaders. Yang Teng had no fear of the quasi emperor for a long time. In his eyes, the quasi emperor was nothing great. If he should kill, he should teach a lesson.

Now, there are more than 20 quasi emperors who are star masters under him. The domain masters of those super regions are strong enough to take him as a guest.

It makes sense that mentality determines everything.

"Boom!" suddenly a terrible breath rushed into the sky, suddenly like the arrival of the great emperor. The powerful pressure that can't be faced makes everyone feel like a high mountain.

"Boom!" the void trembled, and the violent force turned into shock waves and spread around.

"Wu Tian! I've been badly hurt by you! I'm still trying my best to protect you!" Yang Teng screamed and ran away with all his strength.