Not to mention the other assassins, even the leader of the Blood-clothed Sect was stunned at this moment. He stared blankly at the 200,000 troops crowded into the void in front of him, feeling like his head was a little short-circuited.
Seeing that all the assassins from all directions stopped and did not dare to rush forward, Wang Teng sneered, stared at the blood-clothed sect master, and said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Did you just say that you want to kill us?"
Then, before the blood-clothed sect leader could respond, Wang Teng waved his hand: "Suppress them all!"
He ordered the assassins of the Blood-clothed Sect to be suppressed rather than killed, because he planned to subdue all the assassins of the Blood-clothed Sect and convert them all.
The army of 200,000 strong men showed no hesitation in Wang Teng's orders.
Suddenly, rays of divine rainbow shot out, suppressing the more than 10,000 assassins of the Blood Clothes Sect.
The more than 10,000 assassins of the Blood Clothes Sect have now lost the effect of their concealment methods, and are restricted in their movements by the dark swamp of the impermanent night. Coupled with the oppressive force of the 200,000 strong army, they have little power to resist.
In an instant, they were suppressed one after another, unable to move.
The leader of the Blood-clothed Sect was also suppressed by the strong men from Wang Teng's two hundred thousand army. However, the leader of the Blood-clothed Sect was a powerful man of the Imperial Path, and his cultivation level had already reached Rank 4.
The realm is even higher than the cultivation level of Emperor Ling Xiao and others.
"Get out of my way!"
The blood-clothed sect leader roared angrily, swung his killing sword, and with one strike crushed the magical powers that were attacking him, and chopped off numerous ancient treasures.
He was full of aura, and his stern eyes fell on Wang Teng: "I didn't expect you to have such a powerful force in your hands. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant and break into the small world of my Blood Clothes Sect. But do you think you really
Are you convinced of me?"
As he finished speaking, his figure flickered, turning into a bloody light and shadow, and actually passed through the army of powerful men, heading towards Wang Teng to kill him.
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br> As the saying goes, to catch the thief first, catch the king.
Even if he is a rank-4 emperor, it is impossible for him to defeat such an army of powerful men.
"Tsk!"
However, Emperor Lingxiao stood directly in front of Wang Teng, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the World-Destroying Thunder Punishment Spear appeared in his hand. When he was about to step forward, he was stopped by Wang Teng: "Step back and let me do it."
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Upon hearing this, Emperor Ling Xiao stopped and retreated silently.
Wang Teng noticed the figure of the blood-clothed sect master who was still moving freely in the dark swamp of the impermanent night. He stepped forward, wanting to test the depth of the blood-clothed sect master, and also wanted to see.
After this trip to the Sword God Valley, how has my strength reached?
The light in Wang Teng's body flashed, directly merging the true dragon clone and the Taotie clone. The breathing method of all things was silently running. He took one step and his body disappeared directly.
"Boom!"
In the void ahead, a terrifying force suddenly erupted.
The crystal fist seal collided with the blood-clothed sect master's killing sword, and the burst of power immediately shattered the void.
"What? You are only a late-stage quasi-emperor, how can you have such majestic and powerful power?"
The blood-clothed sect leader was suddenly startled. The killing sword in his hand trembled violently. A strong and domineering force was transmitted along the killing sword to his hand, making his arms tremble and his body was shocked on the spot.
Gotta go backwards.
He looked incredulous, unable to believe that Wang Teng was so powerful.
From Wang Teng's action at this moment, he had already felt Wang Teng's cultivation level, which was in the late quasi-emperor stage.
The quasi-emperor's later cultivation was actually able to explode with power that was not inferior to his own. What kind of monster and freak is this?
"Does the Fourth-Rank Great Emperor only have this little strength? Assassins are really assassins, and their strength in frontal combat is too weak."
Wang Teng raised his eyebrows, and then he stopped talking nonsense. His body flashed and he struck continuously. A series of powerful fist techniques and palm techniques were used together, like a violent storm, incessantly, suppressing the blood-clothed sect master and making him fall back again and again.
"boom!"
Wang Teng punched out an ancient divine dragon fist, and the domineering attribute of the dragon power of the true dragon clone became extremely violent, sending the master of the Blood-clothed Sect flying away with a punch.
Even though the blood-clothed sect leader resisted with his killing sword, he was still so shocked that he coughed up blood on the spot and flew backwards.
Wang Teng took a step forward and pressed forward, not giving him a chance to breathe and suppressing him completely.
However, just when he caught up with the blood-clothed sect master, his keen sense suddenly noticed the flash of light in the blood-clothed sect master's eyes.
Fraud?
Wang Teng's eyes flashed, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
His palms are crystal clear, his fists are blazing with Dharma light, and his arms are surrounded by the rules and order of the Immortal Way, the Avenue of Divine Fire and the Avenue of Divine Thunder. He is like a god of war, extremely domineering.
But in fact, Wang Teng's most powerful method is swordsmanship.
His immortal sword body was completed, and he condensed the will of the sword, controlled the immortal sword, and the sword dance of Lingxiao.
These things are extremely terrifying additions to his swordsmanship strength.
However, the strength displayed by the blood-clothed sect leader in front of him is not yet qualified for him to draw his sword.
"Boom!"
The crystal fist shattered the void and hit the blood-clothed sect master fiercely.
>At this time, Wang Teng and the blood-clothed sect master were already far away from the 200,000-strong army.
Just when Wang Teng's punch came to kill, the blood-clothed sect leader flew away with a hook at the corner of his mouth, and his flying body disappeared strangely the moment Wang Teng's punch landed.
Immediately afterwards, the slender killing sword flashed out from behind him and stabbed towards the back of Wang Teng's head like lightning.
"Phantom backstab!"
The blood-clothed sect master's deep and hoarse voice sounded. The moment Wang Teng's punch missed, the killing sword quickly stabbed Wang Teng in the back of the head.
Wang Teng's punch missed, and he immediately felt a chill in the back of his head, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.
The blood-clothed sect master's killing sword was only three inches away from the back of Wang Teng's head. This sword could not be avoided at all. This sword could be said to be a decisive blow.
It's impossible to hide.
"Do you really think that all assassins are not good at frontal combat?"
The sarcastic words of the blood-clothed sect master rang out.
After he felt that Wang Teng's power was not inferior to him, he immediately showed his weakness to the enemy and deliberately acted like he was not good at frontal combat. Facing Wang Teng's fierce and domineering offensive, he was in a hurry and found it difficult to parry.
He was forced to retreat steadily just to create a chance for himself to win.
"A truly powerful assassin can create a perfect assassination condition for himself under any circumstances..."
The blood-clothed sect master sneered.
However, before he finished speaking, the blood-clothed sect master's pupils suddenly shrank the next moment.
Between the electric flashes and flints that were stabbing the back of Wang Teng's head with the killing sword in his hand, an extremely powerful force suddenly condensed on the back of Wang Teng's head. It was highly condensed and compressed, and turned into a crystallized shield of power that seemed to be materialized.
