Seeing the Holy Son of Yunxiao furious and attacking him again, a sneer appeared on Wang Teng's lips.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void. Powerful forces were entangled like ties, but others could not see it.
It is an application of the Breathing Method of All Things.
He secretly used the breathing method of all things to gather the power from all directions on the battlefield. It was not just the residual power that erupted from the fierce battle between him and the Holy Son of Yunxiao, but the entire battlefield.
The struggle between Jianshan Ancestor, Qingfeng God Emperor, and Lingwu God Emperor, as well as the fighting among many followers, made the entire battlefield extremely powerful.
He made a fist seal with his hand and punched the Chaos Sword Light that was shooting out: "You are a small skill, come to the class to get an axe, kill it for me!"
Wang Teng shouted loudly, his fist seal was like a dragon, wrapped in boundless mighty power, and he punched the chaotic sword light with a fierce punch.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The fist seal collided with the sword light, and a bright light burst out between the two, but only for an instant, the fierce and fierce sword light shattered with a "click" and turned into crystal light spots all over the sky.
The fist seal was unstoppable, and he moved forward indomitably, condensing the remaining power of the sword light that shattered and scattered, and continued to kill forward, with a domineering aura of being the only one in the world.
Holy Son Yunxiao's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body was in a state of horror. Facing this unstoppable fist seal suppression, he felt cold all over his body, and a boundless sense of crisis surged in his heart, as if death was right in front of him.
"Impossible, how can your power be so strong?"
Holy Son Yunxiao roared, the powerful fist seal was already pressing in front of him, and it was too late to avoid it.
He could only bite the bullet and use his defensive powers to defend himself.
But Wang Teng's punch was fierce and domineering, suppressing everything with absolute power.
"Boom!"
There was a roar, as if the sky had been blown apart.
That terrifying fist mark hit the defensive magical power of Holy Son Yunxiao, instantly destroying it and destroying it.
The tyrannical power impacted on the Holy Son of Yunxiao. The Holy Son's robe on his body showed a strong defense, intertwined with thousands of stars, trying to block this power for him.
However, Wang Teng, who used the breathing method of all things and secretly mobilized the power from all directions to bless him, his power at this moment was so violent that he was like a real peerless god of war.
That powerful force exploded the Holy Son's robe, shattered the Purple Gold Holy Crown, and sent the Holy Son Yunxiao flying. Mottled cracks quickly appeared on his body, and there was a golden light.
"boom!"
Wang Teng stopped talking nonsense to Saint Son of Yunxiao. He stepped out with a single step, as if teleporting, and instantly caught up with Saint Son of Yunxiao. He held a golden fist in his right hand and punched him under the horrified look of Saint Son of Yunxiao.
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"Stop...stop!"
The Holy Son of Yunxiao screamed, his hair was disheveled, the Holy Son's robes were torn to pieces, and his hair crown was shattered. He looked extremely embarrassed at this moment, and his previous glorious and divine image collapsed to the ground.
The arrogance and arrogance before that will never come back, which is extremely ridiculous.
"puff!"
However, Wang Teng didn't talk nonsense with him at all. He punched down the fist mark in his hand cleanly. Without any hesitation, he punched him on the spot, smashing the mottled body of the Holy Son of Yunxiao into pieces.
Completely exploded.
"Oh, what Holy Son Yunxiao just said was so loud that it scared me and accidentally shattered His Royal Highness's body."
Wang Teng reached out and picked up the soul of the Holy Son of Yunxiao who was trying to escape, held it in his hand, lowered his head and sneered.
After hearing Wang Teng’s words, Holy Son Yunxiao’s
Yuan Shen was shocked and angry, but at this moment, the fear in his heart was greater than the anger.
Because, at this moment, his life and death no longer depended on himself, but on Wang Teng.
His soul was manipulated by Wang Teng, how could he dare to provoke Wang Teng?
"Qin Changsheng, what happened here is my fault. If you let me go, how about I owe you a favor?"
The Yunxiao Holy Son's soul said to Wang Teng, already submissive.
"The Holy Son of Yunxiao is so noble and aloof. He doesn't even want to look at me. He wants to kill me with a snap of his fingers. How dare I ask for your favor? Your words really scare me. I'm a coward.
, once you feel scared, you can’t help but shake your hands, like this..."
Wang Teng sneered and pinched his fingers together as he spoke.
"don't want!"
The Holy Son of Yunxiao let out a heart-rending scream.
"puff!"
However, the next moment, the screams of Holy Son Yunxiao stopped abruptly, and his soul was annihilated by Wang Teng on the spot. He did not talk too much nonsense with the opponent and killed him first as a respect.
After killing the Holy Son of Yunxiao, Wang Teng restrained his magical powers.
The followers of the Holy Son of Heaven and Moon not far away were all frightened and frightened when they saw this scene.
Everyone's eyes were full of horror. They did not expect that Holy Son Yunxiao would be killed by Wang Teng so lightly and calmly, and was almost crushed.
"Too...too powerful. Qin Changsheng is just a new saint son in the contemporary era. How could he be so powerful that he even surpassed his rank and killed the saint son Yunxiao!"
At this moment, everyone was shocked.
Because the scene before them was really beyond their expectations.
"Boom!"
In the sky, high in the sky, the ancestor of Jianshan fought against the Emperor Lingwu. The fight was so violent that the earth collapsed. In the end, the ancestor of Jianshan defeated Lingwu with one sword.
The Martial God Emperor flew away and suppressed it firmly.
Although both of them are at the peak of the God Emperor, the ancestor of Jianshan is not an ordinary peak God Emperor, but an ancestor-level existence!
The strength is unfathomable.
The two fought fiercely for a long time, and finally the ancestor of Jianshan showed his absolute strength, making the Lingwu God Emperor more and more difficult to resist, and retreated in succession.
On the other side, the Qingfeng God Emperor also successively defeated the half-step God Emperors under the Holy Son of Yunxiao who besieged him.
In addition, the Lishan Sword Master and others also had the upper hand. In a matter of moments, the Holy Son of Yunxiao had suffered heavy casualties.
After killing the Holy Son of Yunxiao, Wang Teng did not let this war continue any longer.
Because in his opinion, these people under the command of Holy Son Yunxiao will all become his people. The more people die now, the fewer people he will suffer later.
"stop!"
"Holy Son Yunxiao has been executed. If you still persist in resisting, I will go on a killing spree!"
Wang Teng stood in the center of the battlefield, exuding an invisible majesty and aura, oppressing all parties and intimidating everyone.
After hearing Wang Teng's words, the followers of Holy Son Yunxiao looked back, and their expressions suddenly changed. They saw a blood mist rolling around Wang Teng, and the figure of Holy Son Yunxiao had disappeared.
The fighting gradually calmed down.
The objects they followed have fallen, and they no longer have the faith to continue fighting.
Only the Lingwu God Emperor was still fighting fiercely with the Jianshan Ancestor, seemingly unwilling to do so.
"I said stop, can't you hear me? Do you think that since you are the peak God Emperor, this Holy Son cannot kill you?"
Seeing that the Lingwu God Emperor still refused to give up, Wang Teng directed his flat gaze at the Lingwu God Emperor, but his calm tone revealed a breathtaking aura and majesty that made people terrified.