Chapter 1325: Pick up cheap Messin

Chapter 1325 Picking up cheap Mo Xin

The pressure is getting heavier, as if walking in the mud, every movement is extremely difficult, and both arms feel like they are breaking.

Yang Teng was surprised that the strength displayed by Ping Qingyun was stronger than the opponents he encountered in the first round.

After blocking several times in a row, the pressure Yang Teng felt did not relieve, but he adapted to the pressure little by little.

Ping Qingyun roared loudly one after another to increase her momentum.

After being caught by Yang Teng several times, Ping Qingyun was also extremely shocked.

This is his most powerful attack. If he can't defeat Yang Teng, he really can't find other ways to restrain Yang Teng.

No, you must not just give up like this!

Ping Qingyun knew that failure was a dead end, and only by defeating Yang Teng could he become famous and continue to live.

In an instant, all the spiritual energy in the body was stimulated and instilled into the long sword.

"Om!" The light skyrocketed, and the blade light in front of the long sword grew by three feet abruptly.

Yang Teng, who was in the attack circle, suddenly felt the pressure increased a bit.

He knew that this was Ping Qingyun's last killer move. As long as he could carry this move again, Ping Qingyun would have nothing to do, and all his methods would be exhausted.

"Good come!" Yang Teng was full of fighting spirit. When he encountered an opponent like Ping Qingyun, his fighting power was fully aroused. This moment was more exciting than ever.

Without resorting to any means, Yang Teng completely relied on his own ability to forcefully take the knife.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise on the battlefield where the two played against each other, like thunder falling from the sky of nine heavens.

Countless pairs of eyes are watching the battle between the two. Such a wonderful duel is extremely rare in a competitive battle.

The light dissipated, and a man staggered forward a few steps, and then slammed his long sword on the ground before he stood firm.

It can be seen that this battle has caused a certain amount of damage to him, and the consumption of aura in his body is also extremely serious. It is difficult to say whether he can continue to participate in the next battle.

Seeing this person clearly, the monks exclaimed.

"Awesome! In the face of such an attack, he can still handle it, this little cultivator is really capable!"

"Unexpectedly, the cultivation base of the Juyuan Period is so powerful. The knife just now took me very hard." A monk exclaimed.

The person next to him said disdainfully: "It's you? Stop bragging, it's not that I belittle you, you have the ability to enter the challenge zone and try it yourself!"

"Look down on me! I'll challenge you. Let's fight a game, who is afraid of whom!"

Well, these two actually didn't agree with each other and wanted to do it.

No one paid any attention to them, all eyes were on the challenge zone.

Yang Teng stood still, wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, and laughed up to the sky: "Happy! Can force me to such a situation, you are not wronged!"

what's the situation? Ping Qingyun is dead?

It's not quite like it. Didn't Ping Qingyun stand opposite Yang Teng, holding a long knife, pointing at Yang Teng, why did he say he was dead?

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted far away, and the long knife in Ping Qingyun's hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Then under everyone's gaze, his body fell limply.

"Ping Qingyun is dead! He was really killed by Yang Teng!"

The monks shouted in exclamation one after another, and they didn't believe that the scene they saw was true.

Yang Teng didn't care about these, quickly took out a wound healing pill and a gathering pill and put it into his mouth.

The battle of Heping Qingyun caused serious damage to his body. If he is not treated as soon as possible, he will not be able to exert his strongest strength in the next battle.

The two elixirs quickly showed their effects.

Yang Teng was not idle either, and the long knife in his hand pointed to the direction where Ning Zhongtian and his party were.

"Ning Zhongtian! Don't take advantage of my serious injury and physical exertion, so send someone in to kill me! Once I pass this round of selection, the rules of the next round will change, and it will be difficult for your people to meet me. At that time, you will have to walk around the square slowly, naked for a week, and let your people in. It’s still too late!"

Ning Zhongtian's lungs were about to explode with air. In his opinion, Ping Qingyun could definitely defeat Yang Teng and destroy this **** little monk.

Unexpectedly, under the violent attack like Ping Qingyun, Yang Teng actually survived, and Ping Qingyun died in the end!

Never let this little monk continue to be arrogant.

Ning Zhongtian's face was gloomy, looking at the two monks beside him.

"Mao Qi, Mo Xin! The two of you entered the challenge zone and killed that **** for the city lord!"

Ning Zhongtian could only count on these two people, and Ping Qingyun, who ranked third under him, was beheaded by Yang Teng.

Both Mao Qi and Mo Xin's combat effectiveness were above the average.

Ning Zhongtian was very assured of the two of them, no matter who played, he would definitely be able to easily defeat Yang Teng.

Although Yang Teng defeated Ping Qingyun, it was a tragic victory in the end. Looking at his panting posture, it is not difficult to see that his spiritual energy was consumed severely, and Ping Qingyun caused heavy damage to Yang Teng before his death.

Yang Teng has great talents, and how long can he persist!

Sending an ordinary monk into the challenge area can also kill Yang Teng.

To be on the safe side, Ning Zhongtian was very cautious, and this time he definitely couldn't give Yang Teng any chance to kill him while he was sick!

Sending these two most assured subordinates into the challenge zone, Ning Zhongtian waited to see his subordinates return home in victory.

Mao Qi and Mo Xin looked at each other.

In all fairness, both of them want to enter the challenge zone.

What is the purpose of participating in a competitive battle is nothing more than becoming famous.

No monk does not want to remain silent for a lifetime, who does not want to be prominent in front of people with boundless scenery.

Participating in a competitive battle, of course, can give them a chance to be famous.

But it is just an unattainable opportunity.

In the Silver Moon State, there are two thousand monks participating in the competitive battle, and the total number of monks participating in the competitive battle in the entire Silver Moon Continent is six to seven thousand.

To stand out among so many people is harder than reaching the sky.

Now, there is a simpler and more direct opportunity right in front of them, as long as they defeat Yang Teng, they can become famous in one fell swoop.

To be able to be more straightforward and famous, why fight with others?

Not surprisingly, both of them wanted to enter the challenge zone against Yang Teng.

Glancing at each other, the two spoke at the same time: "Sir, the subordinates thought that the adults would go to war and destroy this **** little monk!"

Ning Zhongtian nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! Since you both have the idea of ​​sharing with the lord of the city, then go to Moxin. The lord of the city requires you to make a quick fight and do not delay."

Mo Xin was overjoyed and handed over to Ning Zhongtian: "The subordinates are determined to fulfill their mission!"

Mao Qi felt very disappointed. His fighting power was still above Mo Xin, but he could not get the favor of the City Lord. The City Lord actually gave Mo Xin such a good opportunity.

Isn't it fair? There is no fairness in this world. A word from the city lord can determine the fate of many people.

Mao Qi could only step back and watch Mo Xin enter the challenge zone with envious eyes.

Mo Xin was very proud. Today is his lucky day. He has a good chance to become famous once!

Whether he could defeat Yang Teng, such a stupid question, Mo Xin didn't even think about it.

If he can't even beat a young monk in the Juyuan Period who has suffered a lot of spiritual energy consumption and suffered heavy physical damage, what else can he do!

Striding in front of Yang Teng, Mo Xin looked disdainful, "Yang Teng! I will give you two paths. If you are acquainted and cut yourself off, you can leave a whole body. If you still dream of being with me. Fight, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Yang Teng looked at this monk in amazement, he really couldn't figure out where this monk came from so strong and confident.

It seems that his reputation is not strong enough.

If this is in the Tianwu Continent, it is not because the body has suffered some damage, and the aura has been consumed.

Even when his life was dying, a powerful saint who came over did not dare to ignore Yang Teng so much.

Yang Teng sneered: "I really didn't see it, your confidence is strong enough!"

"Stop talking nonsense, don't wait for me to take action, you will definitely be broken into pieces!" Mo Xin shouted angrily.

Broken corpses? Ruthless enough!

Yang Teng's face sank, "Things that do not know life or death, even if you have any ability to show it, I want to see if your ability is so powerful with nonsense!"

Outside the court, Guan Zuo looked worried. He clearly saw that Yang Teng was severely injured and his body's spiritual energy was also consumed severely.

In this state, can he beat this Moxin?

The old sloppy on the side said softly: "The adults don't have to worry about Yang Teng, this kid won't have any accidents. He has those two kinds of pills on his body. I saw him take the pills just now. It doesn't matter whether the injury or the aura consumed. "

Guan Zuo secretly said in his heart, yes, why did he forget this matter.

Yang Teng is the alchemist who refines these two kinds of pills. As long as it is not a life-threatening injury, there will be no problems.

In the war zone, Mo Xin's anger was completely ignited by Yang Teng's disdainful attitude, and he had lost his mind.

Being so despised by a wounded and extremely poor little monk, no one can take it calmly.

"Junior! This is your own death. You can't blame me!" Mo Xin yelled, and both fists blasted out at the same time.

Not only must he defeat Yang Teng, but he must also do it cleanly, so as not to be said that he has picked up a bargain, so that everyone can see his Mo Xin's abilities!

Yang Teng suddenly straightened his waist, clasping the Tianhuang Sword in both hands, raising his hand and cutting it down.

At this moment, Mo Xin suddenly had an illusion, Yang Teng didn't seem to be hurt, and his aura was extremely abundant.

However, this thought was fleeting, and he knew that Yang Teng couldn't recover to his peak state so quickly.

It must be bluffing to scare yourself.

This little monk is a little capable, and he can think of such a trick.

Mo Xin grinned, how could he be frightened by Yang Teng's bluff!

The attack power of the double fists increased again, he would blow Yang Teng's long knife with one punch and kill Yang Teng with the second punch.

This long knife looks very good, so it's the trophy this time.

In addition, Yang Teng seems to have a magic weapon of space, and it belongs to me!

Mo Xin did not forget these things at the same time.

Tragedies are often distracted by thinking too much.