The pressure became heavier, as if walking in the mud, every movement was extremely difficult, and both arms felt like they were about to break.

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

After blocking several consecutive blows, the pressure felt by Yang Teng did not reduce, but he adapted to this pressure bit by bit.

Ping Qingyun roared one after another, thereby enhancing his momentum.

Ping Qingyun was also extremely shocked when he was caught by Yang Teng after several consecutive stabs.

These are his strongest attacking moves. If he cannot defeat Yang Teng, he will really not be able to find other ways to restrain Yang Teng.

No, you must not give up like that!

Ping Qingyun knew that the end of failure was a dead end. Only by defeating Yang Teng could he become famous and continue to live.

In an instant, all the spiritual energy in the body was stimulated and instilled into the long sword.

"Buzz!" The light surged, and the light in front of the long sword increased three feet.

Yang Teng, who was located in the attack circle, suddenly felt that the pressure increased a little.

He knew that this was Ping Qingyun's last killing move. As long as he carried this move, Ping Qingyun had no choice but to use all his tricks.

"Good come!" Yang Teng was full of fighting spirit. When he met an opponent like Ping Qingyun, his combat power was fully stimulated, and he was more excited than ever at this moment.

Without any means, Yang Teng took the sword with his own ability and took it tough.

"Boom!" A loud noise came from the battlefield where the two of them fought, like the thunder falling from the sky in the sky.

Countless pairs of eyes are paying attention to the battle between the two. Such a wonderful showdown is extremely rare in competitive battles.

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

It can be seen that this battle caused some damage to him, and the consumption of spiritual energy in his body was extremely serious. It is still hard to say whether he could continue to participate in the next battle.

Seeing this person clearly, the monks exclaimed.

"Awesome! He can still withstand such an attack. This little monk is indeed a little capable!"

"I didn't expect that the cultivation level of the Juyuan stage is so powerful. It was very difficult for me to withstand the knife just now." A monk exclaimed.

The person next to him said disdainfully: "You are the only one? Stop bragging, it's not that I belittle you. If you have the ability, you can enter the challenge zone and try to play!"

"Look at me, right! I will challenge you. Let's fight together, who is afraid of whom!"

OK, these two people are in a disagreement and want to take action.

No one paid attention to the two of them, all eyes were staring at the challenge area.

Yang Teng stood firmly, wiped off a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed to the sky: "Happy! If you can force me to such a situation, you will die without any worries!"

What's the situation? Ping Qingyun is dead?

It doesn't look very similar. Didn't Ping Qingyun stand opposite Yang Teng, holding a long knife and pointing at Yang Teng? Why did he say he is dead?

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from a distance, and Ping Qingyun's long knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

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

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

The monks burst into screams one after another, and they didn't believe that the scene they saw was true.

Yang Teng ignored these things and quickly took out a pill of wound healing pill and spirit gathering pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

The battle of Peace Qingyun caused serious damage to him and he was not treated as soon as possible. In the subsequent battle, he was unable to exert his strongest strength.

Two pills quickly exert their efficacy.

Yang Teng was not idle either, and pointed the long sword in his hand at the location where Ning Zhongtian and his group were.

"Ning Zhongtian! You're not going to take advantage of my serious injury and exhaustion. Send someone in to kill me quickly! Once I pass this round of selection, the rules for the next round will be changed. It will be difficult for your people to meet me. At that time, you have to walk around the square barely for a week and let your people come in. It's still time!"

Ning Zhongtian's lungs were about to be blown up. In his opinion, Ping Qingyun could definitely defeat Yang Teng and destroy this damn little cultivator.

However, he didn't expect that under Ping Qingyun's fierce attack, Yang Teng actually survived, and Ping Qingyun died in the end!

We must never let this little monk continue to be arrogant.

Ning Zhongtian's face was gloomy and he looked at the two monks around him.

"Molty Qi, Mo Xin! Whoever of you two entered the challenge zone will kill that bastard for this city lord!"

Ning Zhongtian could only count on these two people. Ping Qingyun, the third-ranked subordinate, was killed by Yang Teng.

Moltke and Mo Xin both have the combat power above Ping Qingyun.

Ning Zhongtian was very relieved of the two of them. No matter who went to fight, he would definitely be able to easily defeat Yang Teng.

Although Yang Teng defeated Ping Qingyun, he was also in the end. Looking at his breathless posture, it is not difficult to see that his spiritual energy is consumed severely. Ping Qingyun caused severe damage to Yang Teng before his death.

Yang Teng has great skills, how long can he last!

Send an ordinary monk into the challenge zone and you can also kill Yang Teng.

To be on the safe side, Ning Zhongtian was very cautious. This time, he must not give Yang Teng any chance, and he will take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Send these two most reassuring subordinates into the challenge zone, and Ning Zhongtian is waiting to see his subordinates return victoriously.

Moltke and Mo Xin looked at each other.

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

What is the purpose of participating in the competitive battle? It is nothing more than becoming famous and successful.

No monk wants to be unknown for a lifetime, and who doesn’t want to be prominent in front of a glorious person?

Participating in competitive battles can certainly give them the opportunity to become famous.

But it's just an out-of-reach opportunity.

In one Bank of China Yuezhou, there are two thousand monks participating in the competitive battle. The total number of monks participating in the competitive battle in the entire Silver Moon Continent is 6,700.

It is harder to stand out among so many people than to reach the sky.

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

It can be more simple and direct, so why do you have to fight with others and fight hard?

Without surprise, both of them wanted to enter the challenge zone to fight against Yang Teng.

After looking at each other, the two of them spoke at the same time: "Sir, I thought I would go to fight and destroy this damn little monk!"

Ning Zhongtian nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good! Since you both have the idea of ​​sharing the responsibility for this city lord, then go Mo Xin. This city lord requires you to fight quickly and do not delay."

Mo Xin was overjoyed and bowed to Ning Zhongtian and said, "I will be determined to be my mission!"

Mao Qi felt very disappointed. His combat power was even higher than Mo Xin, but he could not get the favor of the city lord. With such a good opportunity, the city lord actually gave Mo Xin.

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

Moltke could only retreat aside and watch Mo Xin enter the challenge area with envious eyes.

Mo Xin was extremely proud. Today was his lucky day. A good opportunity for him to become famous once he was born!

Mo Xin didn't even think about whether he could defeat Yang Teng.

If he could not even beat a young cultivator in Juyuan stage who consumed severely and suffered severe physical damage, what else could he do!

He strode to Yang Teng, Mo Xin looked disdainful, "Yang Teng! I'll give you two ways. If you know each other and break yourself up, you can still leave a whole body. If you still fantasize about fighting with me, don't blame me for being rude!"

Yang Teng looked at the monk in surprise. He really couldn't figure out where this monk got such strong confidence.

It seems that my reputation is not very good enough.

If this were in the Tianwu Continent, it would be that it had suffered some damage to the body and its spiritual energy would be consumed.

Even when his life was in danger, a saint-level strong man came over and did not dare to ignore Yang Teng so much.

Yang Teng sneered: "I really didn't see that you have strong confidence!"

"Stop talking nonsense, don't wait for me to take action, you will be smashed into pieces!" Mo Xin shouted angrily.

Thousands of corpses? It's cruel enough!

Yang Teng's face darkened, "If you don't know what you have, just use your ability. I want to see if your ability is so powerful as nonsense!"

Off the field, Guan Zuo looked worried. He clearly saw that Yang Teng was severely injured and his spiritual energy was consumed severely.

Can you beat Mo Xin in this state?

The old sloppy next to him whispered: "Sir, don't worry about Yang Teng, this kid will not be surprised. He has those two kinds of pills on him. I saw him taking pills just now, and it doesn't matter whether he is injured or consumed spiritual energy."

Guan Zuo thought to himself, yes, why did he forget about this?

Yang Teng is an alchemist who refines these two kinds of elixirs. As long as it is not a serious injury that endangers life, there will be no problem.

In the war zone, Mo Xin's anger was completely ignited by Yang Teng's disdainful attitude, and he had lost his mind.

No one can accept it calmly by being so despised by a young monk who was injured and in extremely poor condition.

"Junior! You are seeking death by yourself, I can't blame me!" Mo Xin shouted and his fists were blown out at the same time.

Not only did he have to defeat Yang Teng, but he also had to do it neatly, so that people would not be told that he had picked up a bargain and let everyone see his Mo Xin's ability!
To be continued...