Chapter 1918: Crazy results

The first thousand nine hundred and eighteen chapters are crazy results
In broad daylight, a bright moon suddenly appeared.
The four fiercely fighting over there were taken aback at the same time, where did the bright moon come from?
Why feel the strong crisis in this bright moon, how can there be such a strong murderous intent!
The old man suddenly reacted, Yang Teng slashed!
The old man had seen Yang Teng perform this knife.
No one can give Yang Teng the definition of a sword, and he is in the ranks of swordsmanship. There is only one move, and no swordsmanship can be mentioned at all. No swordsmanship has only one move.
Just like Yang Teng's Void Invincible Fist, any kind of combat skill, which can be called a skill, is a complex change of moves.
But this sword is stronger than any sword technique.
The old man has seen countless combat skills in his life, and he has seen countless sword skills.
He couldn't find any sword technique more powerful than Yang Teng's sword.
Perhaps only the swordsmanship used by the emperor would be stronger than the one-shot.
Looking at the past and present, there is only one sword technique, such a powerful sword technique, this is the only one.
A strong sense of expectation suddenly surged in the old man's heart. If Yang Teng could kill the quasi-emperor, no! As long as he injures the opponent, Yang Teng's sword skills can be said to be great. With just this stab, Yang Teng can be included in the ranks of masters, and he will surely have the ability to attack the emperor in the future.
Long Jingtian's feelings should be more real. When Yang Teng was forced to take the Dragon Pill, Long Jingtian and Yang Teng had a mental communication.
When Yang Teng used this sword, Long Jingtian was completely stunned.
He was horrified to discover that although he had competed with Emperor Zhou Tian for the position of the emperor, and his strength was also super strong, he really couldn't find any combat skill that he had that could rival the master Yang Teng's sword.
More intuitive than Long Jingtian was the monk with a gloomy expression.
The bright moon rose in front of him, and the monk with gloomy expression suddenly had a strong feeling of facing the emperor.
This feeling is so strong, it is the strongest move he has only seen in his life.
He has fought countless powerful enemies in his life, but he has never felt this way. The monk with a gloomy expression even felt that his body would be torn apart after the power of this move was released!
Retire! There is no other way but to avoid the sharp edge of this knife.
The fierce fighting here is raging, and the situation on the big formation is even more critical than here.
The power blasted by the six powerhouses has been superimposed and has climbed to the pinnacle of horror. Under the excitation of the large array, the power of these attacks is compressed by the powerful force into a very small space.
Wu Tianzheng is located in the very center of the space, and the force he endures is unimaginable.
The powerful force compressed Wu Tian's body to be smaller, only half of the original normal body!
The bones in the body became tighter under pressure, but still could not withstand such violent violence, making a crackling sound.
The sweet smell surged from his chest to his throat.
Wu Tian knew that he had to make a move, otherwise he would be crushed by the power of the large array without the power of the crushing void.
He forced a sigh of relief and swallowed the blood that was about to be sprayed.
"Give it to me!" The palms danced, and thousands of palms were shot instantly, slapped on the Emperor Qibao Linglong Pagoda above the head.
"Om!" The light of Qibao Linglong Tower was masterpiece, and the blue light rose into the sky.
At the same time, Yang Teng on the other side also stimulated the strongest power with a slash.
"cut!"
"Boom!" The bright moon burst open, forming a small bright spot in the sky between the two.
Needless to say, every little bright spot carries endless murderous aura.
Against such a realm of ancient times powerhouses, Yang Teng did not dare to have any reservations. He would use all his power within this sword. Whether he could defeat his opponent or not depends on the power of this move.
It turned out to be so! The monk with a gloomy expression on the opposite side was surprised. The blow made by this little monk was not the bright moon, but the power generated after the burst of the bright moon.
Such a weird sword technique is unheard of.
The gloomy monk smiled.
If it is a normal cut, the formed Mingyue has such a terrifying power, he must do his best to deal with it.
But this little monk actually scattered the gathered power into countless bright spots, which greatly weakened the power of the attack.
The monk with a gloomy complexion felt that the power of these small bright spots was very weak, and it would not cause him any harm if they fell on him.
"Junior, you are dead!" The gloomy monk smiled grimly, raised his hand and patted a palm, his spiritual energy focused on the robe sleeve, and the big robe sleeve hit the small bright spot in front of him.
The palm of the hand is grasping towards Yang Teng's door.
Scratch the head of this wicked little monk with one move.
He thought very well and did very well. The big robe sleeves scattered the small bright spots.
The palm of his hand also smoothly passed through the space channel punched out by the sleeves of the robe and grabbed Yang Teng's door.
Yang Teng stayed still, and after a slash, stood still, keeping the posture of dropping the sword, watching the gloomy monk grab it with his big hands.
The monk with a gloomy expression was even more proud. It turned out that this little monk was only as strong as this. After a single stab, he exhausted all his strength and no longer had the power to move.
"Puff!" A small bright spot landed on the gloomy monk with a slight inconspicuous power, pierced his body and made a wound.
This small wound is really not worth mentioning, it will be automatically repaired without deliberately running the aura.
The monk looked gloomy and careless, and did not inspire spiritual energy to protect his body, but put all his strength on his palm, killing Yang Teng is the most important thing, a little injury is better than tickling it.
"Puff!" The second small bright spot fell on him, still not alerting him.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!" As the heavy rain fell, countless small bright spots instantly fell on the body of the gloomy monk, one after another, superimposed on each other, I don't know how many.
No matter how weak the offensive power is, once the number is superimposed to an unimaginable level, it will also cause quantitative changes.
I don't know if there are thousands or tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of millions of small bright spots that hit the body of the gloomy monk.
"Huh!" The palm wind whispered, the palm of the gloomy monk had already come to Yang Teng, his open five fingers carrying endless anger, as long as he grasped at Yang Teng's front door, his head would be crushed.
Half a foot! Three inches!
One inch!
Sticking to Yang Teng's face, the gloomy monk's big hands are already next to Yang Teng's facial skin.
Yang Teng clearly felt that the huge power transmitted from the opponent's big palm penetrated his head through his skin.
That's it! Yang Teng was so desperate, he believed so much in the power of a slash, he still failed to kill his opponent, and it was not wrong to be slapped to death by his opponent!
Arrogance has a price after all.
The Venus flickered in front of him, and the amount of violence fell on his head, making Yang Teng almost unconscious.
The knife just now exhausted all Yang Teng's strength, and he could no longer avoid the opponent's grab, so he could only stand in place and wait for death.
Huh?
It didn't feel right, and he didn't pass out in a coma, nor was he caught by the palm of the opponent. The big hand of the gloomy monk stuck to his face like this, and his strength disappeared completely.
"Puff!" There was a noise from the other side.
"You! I! I hate it!" The gloomy monk opened his mouth and spouted a mouthful of blood, tremblingly unable to express what he wanted to say at this time.
However, his body was riddled with holes, and countless wounds were clicked by countless Xiaoliang.
One or two wounds does not matter, and dozens or hundreds of wounds do not matter.
If there are hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of wounds.
Cut open his meridians, cut every part of his body, blood spurted down the wound, and the whole person became a blood man.
The spiritual energy flowed uncontrollably along the wound to the body.
What's more terrible is that Xiao Liang in the front clicked to shatter his body defenses, and the small bright spots in the back were superimposed with power, and went deeper into the body. Many Xiao Liang clicked and injured his inner abdomen.
The effect caused by the countless small bright spots is that his internal abdominal organs are shattered. At this moment, his internal abdomen is already bloody, and there is no good place.
"Puff!" Another mouthful of blood spurted out, carrying the minced meat from the internal abdominal organs.
"Hey!" Then there was a strange sound, the gloomy monk was dismembered, and all parts of his body were separated by small bright spots, turning into a pool of minced meat.
Only the big hand still grabbed Yang Teng's face, with unwillingness and endless resentment, as if to grab a layer of skin on Yang Teng's face.
"Pop!" Yang Teng raised his hand and knocked the hand off his face.
"I'm pooh!" He took a bite of the broken meat on the ground, "An ancient strong man? Open your mouth and shut up to kill me! It scares me to death, why don't you kill me! What!"
At the same time scolding the other party, put the spirit pill into his mouth.
The situation is not stable, and the best peak state must be maintained at all times.
"Puff!" Feeling a sore nose, two lines of blood flowed out of the nostrils.
After running the repair to stop the nosebleed, Yang Teng said bitterly: "I know that you are unwilling to die, but we are even. You beat me to a nosebleed before you die, you can look down."
Not far away, the four fighting fiercely were speechless at the same time.
A quasi-emperor was killed, and only two lines of nosebleeds were obtained in exchange, and the death was not wronged.
Long Jingtian was ecstatic in his heart, not ashamed to follow this master! If the master becomes the emperor in the future, he will surely be the first emperor forever!
The old man was so determined that he could finally give it a go without worrying about Yang Teng anymore.
Those two strong men in the era of Emperor Xugu's rule were endlessly shocked and incomprehensible.
Has been suppressed for many times, has the universe been so crazy?
An ancient sage easily killed the quasi-emperor realm powerhouse, but he didn't see the ecstatic look of that ancient sage, and he seemed more disdainful!
It seemed that the ancient saint hadn't tried his best, and the companion became a pool of minced meat.
They didn't know that, leading more than one hundred Zhun emperors to fight foreign invaders, Yang Teng had no respect for the emperor. In his eyes, Zhun emperor was nothing great. Kill or kill, and the lesson would be unceremonious.
Nowadays, there are also more than 20 quasi emperors who are the star masters under his hands. The domain masters of those super large regions are strong enough, and he is not regarded as a guest.
Mentality decides everything, this is very reasonable.
"Boom!" Suddenly, a terrifying aura rushed into the sky, suddenly like an emperor descending, the kind of powerful pressure that could not be faced, made everyone's heart like a high mountain.
"Boom!" The void trembled, violently quantified into shock waves, spreading around.
"Wu Tian! I was hurt by you! I am still trying my best to protect you!" Yang Teng screamed, running the aura that had just gathered, and rushing to the distance with all his strength.