Wang Teng's face was tense, and an overwhelming pressure came over him, making his clothes rustle, his black hair flying wildly, and even the ground not far away from his feet was crackling, and huge lines continued to spread.
crack.
With his fists in his sleeves, he clenched them slightly. Wang Teng's mouth curled up with a cold arc. With a thought, he took out the Dragon Falling Ancient Sword from his ring bag and held it in his palm.
"Kill!" With a loud shout, Wang Teng's black hair flew away in the wind. Wang Teng's arm shook, and with a buzzing sound, the Dragon Falling Ancient Sword trembled violently. A substantial sword energy immediately emerged and cut through.
The Falling Dragon Ancient Sword is very special. After any energy is injected into it, it disappears without a trace like a stone sinking into the sea. Under normal circumstances, when Wang Teng uses this sword, no sword energy is formed at all. The current sword energy is very
It's so small. It's this tiny knife energy that makes many people nearby feel their scalps numb and the hairs on their bodies stand up slightly as soon as it appears!
"Is this the intention of the sword?" Duan Muling's pretty face in the crowd was immediately stunned. She couldn't help covering her red lips with her delicate hands, and a hint of astonishment appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Sword Intention... This can only be understood by a very small number of almost incompetent master-level masters. Wang Teng is so young, how can he even use Sword Intent?
Duanmuling was a little confused, the opponent had too many trump cards!
Looking at the field, under thousands of eyes, Duanmuling looked as domineering as a god after displaying his sword intention. Duanmuling's eyes were a little blurred. As if suddenly, he saw a genius with terrifying potential, rising slowly on the north peak...
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Over the years, Beifeng has been severely suppressed by the other three peaks. Now that Wang Teng is here, the day when Beifeng will rise may not be too far away...
Duanmu Ling did not doubt Wang Teng's potential. After all, judging from the opponent's bone age, he was just a boy less than twenty years old... Now that he thinks about it, this talent... is probably even better than that of Lingling.
Yes.
The plump breasts rose and fell slightly. After a long time, Duanmu Ling came back to her senses again. In the eyes of the young man looking at him, there was a hint of expectation and hope...
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After Wang Teng displayed his sword intention, not only Duan Muling but also some people with extraordinary eyesight nearby could see it at a glance, so there was an uproar immediately.
"The intention of the sword?" Lu Ziyang saw the tiny light of the sword changing color slightly as it kept getting closer. The intention of the sword was in the dark, communicating with the way of heaven, and could turn decay into a magical and terrifying realm. Wang Teng's
Wow, it's so surprising.
Now he finally understands why this kid can match his level even though he has not yet reached the level of Grandmaster! After understanding the meaning of the sword, he does have the capital to challenge beyond the level.
"Boom!"
In the end, the two sword lights finally collided fiercely in the air. Under normal circumstances, even if Wang Teng used the "Destroying Word Jue" in the Destruction Blade Intent, it would be difficult to defeat a character like Lu Ziyang, but now he
After the special meridians in both arms were opened, the strength was greatly increased, and the power of the sword was doubled. Therefore, at the moment of impact, Wang Teng's sword light was as devastating as cutting through the three-color steel sword.
Gas, and finally a violent repulsion, like a mountain bearing down on top, violently charged towards Lu Ziyang.
As the impact got closer and closer, the hairs all over Lu Ziyang's body immediately stood up, and a cold sweat of fear broke out on his forehead.
He had no doubt that if he were hit by this blow, even with his strength, he would definitely end up seriously injured.
Lu Ziyang is worthy of being ranked third in the Beifeng Disciple List. He only panicked for a moment, and then regained his composure. At the moment, his hands were placed across his chest, and the handprints were constantly changing back and forth, with layers of body-protecting light visible to the naked eye.
The mask also immediately appeared on his body surface.
After a few breaths, light flowed around Lu Ziyang's body, like a big bell, protecting him, giving him a sense of invulnerability.
This body-protecting shield is a collection of profound martial arts, ranking at the pinnacle of the fourth level. It is also Lu Ziyang's trump card!
Wang Teng raised his brows, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly in a cold arc, stepped on the void with his toes, and rushed forward again.
The Dragon Falling Ancient Sword turned around, used the "Broken Word Technique", and hit the body protective shield hard again.
boom!
A huge trembling sound made the void tremble. Although Lu Ziyang's body shield blocked most of the impact, a large part still penetrated in, causing his blood to boil and his body to shake wildly.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Your tortoise shell can't save you." Wang Teng's eyes were extremely cold. If the other party dared to capture him, he had violated his taboo.
Dang, Dang, Dang! At that moment, Wang Teng exerted his strength in his arms and rotated the Dragon Falling Ancient Sword, just like the waves crashing on the shore. He continuously used the Po Zi Jue to attack Lu Ziyang's Gangshi.
You have to know Wang Teng's current arm strength. If his arms are shaken, they may weigh millions of kilograms, which is enough to destroy even a mountain.
Under the stunned gaze, Lu Ziyang, who was ranked third in the dignified Beifeng Disciple List, could be seen, under the protective shield, his body was like a small boat under the violent storm, constantly swaying.
Lu Ziyang was shocked and angry in his heart, and his injuries became more and more serious due to the shock. Especially the young man outside the mask ignored his roaring warnings...
"Crack!"
Just when Lu Ziyang's chest was about to explode with anger, suddenly when the young man put a big knife on the light shield, the light shield shook for a while, and a slight clicking sound was suddenly heard.
The originally indestructible light shield actually cracked with a shocking crack.
Glancing at Lu Ziyang, whose face was slightly pale behind the goggles, Wang Teng smiled coldly, then held the sword tightly and chopped it off again without ceremony.
Finally, the protective shield shattered in response, and substantial fragments continued to fly around, shattering some huge rocks one after another, and filling the sky with smoke.
ah.
When the smoke dispersed, Lu Ziyang was like a dead dog. He was so shaken that he flew twenty or thirty meters away and hit the ground hard, creating a large crater four to five meters deep.
Lying in the deep pit, Lu Ziyang's hair was disheveled. Perhaps because he was too seriously injured from the shock, his whole body was covered with blood. In some places, the white bones and debris were exposed. He was coughing blood from the corner of his mouth and his chest was heaving violently.
, and coughed from time to time. How can such a miserable scene have any connection with the previous image of the third-ranked genius in the Beifeng Disciple Gang who was so impressive and high-spirited?
Wang Teng won.
Everyone was dumbfounded. This little handyman was so terrifying. He had an unparalleled body and looked like a tyrannosaurus.
