Ya Yang was holding a long sword like a huge shield, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He had not experienced an opponent of the same level for a long time. As his status increased, there were fewer fights among the undead. After all, although the undead
There are many people, but there are very few people who can be promoted to emperors.
It seems that this is the case for every race. There are too many living beings, but there are very few strong people who can reach the peak and see the mountains. This is especially true on this path of cultivation.
Among the undead, when emperors compete with each other, according to regulations, they cannot kill each other, or even maim each other. This makes the emperors' competition uninteresting, and Yamarting is inherently warlike.
People like this have absolutely no interest in such a competition and can only focus on foreign creatures.
Looking at Tongtian in front of him, Ya Yang walked towards the opponent quickly. Just before reaching the opponent's battle circle, he stretched out his hand and waved. The long knife in his hand suddenly turned into a stream of light, and an extremely cold air rushed straight to Tongtian.
Seeing this, Tongtian also waved the long sword in his hand, and a ray of light was like the sun. After it collided with it, the two rays of energy suddenly turned into nothingness.
In the first collision, neither of them used their full strength. The result of the test was that their strength was about the same, almost the same, but Tongtian knew that they could not be hostile to each other.
But even if he is defeated, Tongtian is sure to escape and ascend to heaven. It is really not good enough for the opponent to keep his life. And as long as the undead saint does not help the opponent, Tongtian has a good chance of defeating him, or even
It was to kill the opponent.
The sword is like the scorching sun, and the knife is like ice. The two fight in this narrow space, just like meeting their opponents in chess, launching a battle of life and death. Whether it is Kahn standing on the stage or Feng Hou standing under the city,
He was secretly watching the two of them.
Only the soldiers fighting on both sides had no concern for the life-and-death battle between the two, because they did not dare to be distracted in the slightest. And both sides, whether they were enemies or friends, were secretly surrounding the fighting range of the two, fearing that they would be harmed.
Yangchi, I don’t know whether I will live or die by then.
The collision between the two sides was not exciting. As the saying goes, outsiders watch the fun, and insiders watch the door. The same is true for the competition between the two. The light was flying everywhere, the swords were like dragons, but they saw it in vain, and they couldn't tell the depth of it at all.
, even in their eyes, the fight between the two is like children playing. Although it is very exciting, why can't they understand it?
The long sword in Tongtian's hand went straight to the opponent's face, and the long knife in the opponent's hand was horizontal, protecting it like a shield. After Tongtian retracted the sword in his hand, the opponent's long knife like a shield suddenly disappeared.
He went straight to Tongtian's neck and swept it, as if he wanted to chop off the opponent's head, but Tongtian moved sideways to the left, and the heavy long knife swept away again.
At the moment, Tongtian saw that the long knife in the opponent's hand was extremely sharp and a rare artifact, but because it was too heavy, it seemed that the opponent could not control it so freely. And it was precisely because of this that Tongtian was able to deal with it easily.
, but even if Tongtian has a way to deal with it, it will still be difficult to break through the opponent's defense.
The long knife in the opponent's hand is like a huge shield. It has super strong defense and can be broken through with extraordinary human strength. I don't know where this guy found such a weird long knife.
Isn't he afraid of being exhausted?
Just when Tongtian became more and more impatient, the smile at the corner of Ya Yang's mouth became thicker and thicker. Everything was under his calculation. This guy seemed to be rough and big, but he had a delicate mind. Defensively, he was indeed alive. Among the clan, he is known for his defense, but those who are familiar with him know that his attacks are sharper and incomparable to ordinary people.
During the fight, Ya Yang had already seen through Tongtian's sharp attack, but comparing the two, he found that the other's attack was completely useless, and his defense was incomparable, so there was no need for any testing.
In an instant, Ya Yang stretched out his hand and stood the long knife in his hand. Like a tank, his whole body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Tongtian. Tongtian frowned and said in his heart: It's bad. You underestimated the enemy. This guy is so cunning.
I thought that the opponent was good at defense and would never be that fast. I didn't expect that the opponent was so fast at such a close distance. With the opponent exerting all his strength, it was obviously too late for Tongtian to avoid the impact.
'boom'
For a moment, before Tongtian could react, he felt a sharp pain all over his internal organs. It was as if his whole body had hit an iron wall and was violently sent flying backwards.
There were continuous wailing sounds behind him, and it was obvious that countless disciples had suffered considerable losses because of him, and the other party held a long knife that turned into a stream of light and pointed directly at his face, obviously intending to crush his eyebrows. The godhead made Tongtian feel extremely helpless.
Whether it was because of the disciples behind him or the current predicament, Tongtian could only crush a piece of jade pendant in his hand. It was originally used to guard against the immortal saint, but now he could only use it in advance, thinking that as long as the saint did not take action , he had the opportunity to kill the opponent, but he didn't know that the opponent pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger, and almost killed him.
Ya Yang looked at Tongtian who had disappeared in mid-air, and his eyes instantly fell below the city. He saw the leader looking at Tongtian on the ground in horror. He also used the power of Taoism to look in his direction defensively.
The opponent's strength was actually similar to that of Saint Kahn, and he was no match for him. He didn't expect that the duck in his mouth flew away like this, which made Ya Yang feel very unwilling.
But there was nothing he could do about the Holy Lord on the other side. After thinking for a while, Ya Yang finally stopped and waved the long sword in his hand fiercely. In an instant, a large area of the Nine Halls of Gods was wiped out under the light of his sword. The originally occupied area was destroyed. The advantage was completely lost under Ya Yang's attack, and the morale of the Jiutang disciples was greatly reduced for a while, which made Feng Hou frown and raise his feet to go into battle himself.
"Cough, cough, cough, Feng Hou, don't be so reckless, let's call it a truce?"
After coughing a few times and swallowing the magic elixir handed over by Feng Hou, Tongtian barely managed to calm down the wounds in his internal organs. This time, he suffered a loss. It lasted only ten days and a half, and he was afraid that he would not be able to recover from this injury. Already.
"Well, are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter, I need to rest for a while. That is the altar. Although I have not seen its origin, it is definitely powered by the flesh and blood of our gods, absorbing its essence and supplying it to the undead. Feng Hou, until we understand it Before, I hoped that we could stop this fight, because the altar gave me such a weird feeling."
"Altar? This? Pass the order and withdraw the troops today."
After hearing what Tongtian said and taking a look at the city head, Feng Hou hesitated for a moment and directly ordered a ceasefire without any hesitation.
Indeed, as Tongtian said, if the opponent relies on the flesh and blood of Jiutang gods to continuously produce undead puppets, although relying on our own strength, we may be able to defeat the opponent, but it will also be a disastrous defeat. At present, the army of fire flow has not arrived, and our side has not yet arrived.
With only more than three million people, it was difficult to break through the opponent's defense line, so Feng Hou immediately withdrew his troops after weighing the pros and cons.
Otherwise, with his temper, he would just go into battle and kill him. Fortunately, Tongtian had a good relationship with him, and Tongtian took the risk to fight, and almost didn't lose his life at the top of the city. For Tongtian's words, Feng Hou didn't have the slightest intention.
