In the bright day and the sun suddenly appeared.

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

Why do you feel a strong crisis in this bright moon? How come you have such a strong murderous aura!

The old man suddenly reacted and Yang Teng used a slash!

The old man had seen Yang Teng use this sword.

No one can define Yang Teng as a sword. He is in the ranks of sword techniques, and only one move, but he cannot improve his sword technique at all. There is no sword technique, but only one move.

Just like Yang Teng's Invincible Fist, any combat skill that can be called a skill is complicated to change.

But this sword is more powerful than any sword technique.

The old man has seen countless combat skills in his life, and he has seen countless sword techniques.

He couldn't find any kind of sword technique that was more powerful than Yang Teng's sword.

Perhaps only the sword techniques used by the emperor will be stronger than one sword.

Looking at the past and present, there is only one sword technique. Such powerful sword technique is the only one.

The old man suddenly felt a strong sense of expectation. If Yang Teng could kill that quasi-emperor strong man with one sword, no! As long as he injured the opponent, it could be said that Yang Teng's sword technique was great. With this sword alone, Yang Teng could be included in the ranks of the Grand Master and would have the ability to attack the position of the Emperor in the future.

Long Jingtian's feelings were more real. Yang Teng forcibly took the Dragon Subduing Pill, and there was a heartfelt communication between Long Jingtian and Yang Teng.

When Yang Teng used this sword, Long Jingtian was completely shocked.

He was shocked to find that although he had competed with Emperor Zhou Tian for the position of Emperor and his strength was also very strong, he could not find out which combat skill he had to compare with his master Yang Teng's sword.

What is more intuitive than Long Jingtian is the monk who looks gloomy.

The bright moon rose in front of him, and the monk looked gloomy and suddenly felt a strong feeling of facing the emperor.

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

He has fought against countless powerful enemies in his life, but he has never felt this way. The monk with a gloomy face even felt that after all the power of this move was released, his body would be torn to pieces!

Retreat! There is no other way, you can only avoid the sharpness of this sword.

Fierce battles here are in full swing, and the situation on the other side of the formation is even more critical than here.

The superposition of the powers of the six powerful men has climbed to the peak of terror. With the excitement of the formation, the power of these attacks is compressed by powerful forces in an extremely small space.

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

The powerful force compressed Wu Tian’s body and became smaller, only half of the original normal body!

The bones in the body are tighter under pressure, but they still cannot withstand such violent force, making cracking sounds.

A sweet smell surged inside the chest and towards the throat.

Wu Tian knew that he had to take action, otherwise he would not have to break the void's power back, and he would be crushed by the power gathered by the formation.

He forced himself to breathe and swallowed the blood that was about to be spewed out.

"Let me open it!" The palms danced, and instantly hit thousands of palms, slapped the imperial weapon Seven Treasures Linglong Tower above the head.

"Buzz!" The seven treasures' exquisite tower shone brightly, and the green light soared into the sky.

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

"cut!"

"Boom!" The bright moon exploded, forming a small highlight in the sky between the two.

Needless to say, every little highlight is filled with endless murderous aura.

When fighting against ancient powerful men of such a realm, Yang Teng did not dare to have any reservations. He used all his strength within this sword. Whether he could defeat his opponent depends on the power of this move.

So that's it! The monk with a gloomy face on the opposite side was surprised. The sword that the young monk blasted out was not the bright moon, but the power generated after the bright moon exploded.

Such a strange sword technique is unheard of.

The monk smiled with a gloomy face.

If it was a normal knife and the bright moon formed was so terrifying and powerful, he would have to do his best to deal with it.

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

The monk with a gloomy face felt that the power of these small highlights was very weak and would not cause any harm to him when it fell on him.

"Junior, you're dead!" The monk with a gloomy face smiled grimly, raised his hand and slapped his palm, and the spiritual energy paid attention to the sleeve of the robe. The sleeve of the robe hit the small highlight in front of him.

His palm was grabbing Yang Teng's face.

Crack the head of this hateful little monk with one move.

He thought very well and did very well. He didn't know how many highlights he had.

The palm also smoothly passed through the space passage slapped out by the sleeve of the robe and grabbed Yang Teng’s face door.

Yang Teng remained motionless, and with one sword, he stood there, maintaining the position of falling sword, and watched the monk holding the big hand with a gloomy face.

The monk with a gloomy face was even more proud. It turned out that this young monk was just so powerful. He exhausted all his strength after one strike and had no power to make any moves.

"Puff!" A small highlight fell on the monk with a slightly inconspicuous force, piercing his body and cutting a wound.

This small wound is really not worth mentioning, and it will be automatically repaired without deliberately purging the spiritual energy.

The monk was careless and did not inspire spiritual energy to protect his body. Instead, he placed all his strength on his palm. Killing Yang Teng is the most important thing. It is better to scratch the itch than a small injury.

"Puff!" The second little highlight fell on him, but it still did not arouse his alert.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" As heavy rain fell, countless small highlights instantly fell on the body of the monk with gloomy faces, one after another, and added together, I don't know how many of them were.

No matter how weak the attack power is, once the number of superimposed together is so large that it is unimaginable, it will also cause quantitative change.

I don’t know if there are thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands, millions of small highlights, and the body of a monk with a gloomy face.

"Huh!" The palm wind roared, and the monk's face was gloomy, and the palm of the monk had already come to Yang Teng. His five fingers were spreading with endless anger. As long as he grabbed Yang Teng's face, he would crush his head.

Half a foot! Three inches!

One inch!

Applying to Yang Teng's face, the face was gloomy and the skin of the monk's big hands was already close to Yang Teng's facial skin.

Yang Teng clearly felt that the huge power transmitted from his opponent's big palm penetrated into his head through his skin.

It's over! Yang Teng was completely disappointed. He believed too much about the power of a knife, and he still couldn't kill his opponent in the end. It would be unfair to be slapped to death by his opponent's palm!

Arrogance will eventually cost you.

The stars flashed in front of him, and the violent force fell on his head, making Yang Teng almost unconscious.

The knife just now used up all Yang Teng's strength, and he could no longer avoid his opponent's grab, so he could only stand there and wait for death.

Huh?

I felt something was wrong, and I didn't fall into a coma, nor was I grabbed to death by the other party's palm. The monk's big hand was pressed on his face, and then the strength completely disappeared.

"Puff!" A sound came from the opposite side.

"You! I! I hate it!" The monk with gloomy face opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood, trembling so hard that he could not express what he was going to say at this time.

But he was covered in wounds and countless wounds were clicked out by countless Xiaoliang.

One or two wounds doesn’t matter, and dozens or hundreds of wounds doesn’t matter.

If there are more than 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands of wounds.

He cut open his meridians and every part of his body, and blood gushed along the wound, and the whole person turned into a bloody man.

The spiritual energy flowed out of the body without being controlled along the wound.

What's even more terrible is that Xiaoliang in front clicks shatter his body's defense, and the small bright spots behind it superimpose their strength, penetrate deeper into the deeper part of the body, and many Xiaoliang's clicks hurt his inner abdomen.

The effect of countless small highlights is that his inner abdominal organs are shattered, and his inner abdomen is already covered in blood and blood, and he can't find a good place.

"Puff!" Another mouthful of blood spurted out, with the minced meat of the inner abdominal organs.

"Bang!" Then there was a strange sound, the monk was dismembered, and all parts of his body were divided by small highlights, turning into a pool of minced meat.

Only the big hand was still holding Yang Teng's face tightly, with unwillingness and endless resentment, as if he was about to grab a layer of skin on Yang Teng's face.

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

"Bah!" He sniffed at the pile of minced meat on the ground, "Ancient times strong man? He opened his mouth and shut up and wanted to kill me! He was so scared that he didn't say he had killed me! What!"

While scolding the other party, he stuffed a spirit pill into his mouth.

The situation is not stable, and you must always maintain your best peak state.

"Puff!" I felt my nose sore, and two lines of blood flowed out through my nostrils.

After pursuing his cultivation, Yang Teng said angrily: "I know you are unwilling to die, but we are equal. Before you die, you beat me to bleeding from your nose, so you can rest in peace."

Not far away, the four people fighting fiercely were speechless at the same time.

A powerful quasi-emperor was killed, and all he received was two lines of nosebleed. Is it wrong to die?

Long Jingtian was ecstatic and he would not be embarrassed to follow this master! If the master becomes the emperor in the future, he will definitely be the first emperor in the ages!
To be continued...