Chapter 1931: Wu Tian

The first thousand and thirty-first chapters of Wu Tian in anger

A sword fell head-on, if it weren't for Wu Tian's response fast enough, Yang Teng would be in danger!

Wu Tian was furious. Who was so bold and dared to do something in front of him and Long Jingtian? Didn't this look down upon them, these two ancient powers!

"Boom!" The fist blasted out thousands of times in an instant.

There was a clash of Dangdang, and Wu Tian's fist was as hard as a magic weapon, protecting the space above his head while launching a counterattack.

"Good! Strong enough! Come again!" Wu Tian made strange calls.

The place where the fist and the sword light meet is bright red.

Yang Teng was shocked. Although Wu Tian didn't use any weapons, he just used his fists to fight, but the power of Wu Tian's double fists should not be underestimated. They were stronger than some quasi-imperial weapons. Double fist was hit hard in the confrontation with the opponent!

Withdrawing his fists, the skin was open and fleshy, and the scars were deeply visible, exposing Bai Sensen's finger bones. Yang Teng even saw the scars on Wu Tian's finger bones.

Wu Tian didn't care, with a bloodthirsty grin on his face: "Very good! I don't remember the last time I was injured. You can hurt me and be my opponent! Why not show up! "

Such an injury is nothing to Wu Tian, ​​unless the imperial weapon cuts both fists, otherwise as long as the consciousness moves, the injury of the fists will be repaired immediately.

"Wu Tian! The first warrior under the seat of the Emperor of Extinction, his fame spread throughout the universe, and he was admired by the monks in the world after a few generations, but he never thought that you Wu Tian has today! It is a sigh that a generation of strong men has been given an infatuation. It’s so disappointing that my little monk is a dog leg!"

Where the sword light appeared, the sound of sarcasm and ridicule came, and then a fuzzy figure appeared in the void.

"Humph!" Wu Tian snorted coldly, "I don't have the turn to make irresponsible remarks about what I do!"

Knowing his experience, it is natural to live in the age after him. For such a junior, Wu Tian has not paid attention to it.

Wu Tian has fought all his life, and I don't know how many powerful people of the same generation have lost under his hands.

Back then, in order to help the extinct emperor hit the emperor's throne more smoothly, Wu Tian launched a slaughter and beheaded countless quasi emperors who were fighting for the throne.

"Although you Wu Tian is strong, but you have not become an emperor after all, what is the difference with me! Take my sword!" The figure in the void suddenly rushed towards Wu Tian, ​​a sword light smashed through the world for hundreds of miles His sword light was as real as a giant sword, slashing towards Wu Tian's door.

"Good come!" Wu Tian shouted wildly, leaped up, his fists blasted out again, and two shock waves were blasted against the sword light.

Standing in the back, Yang Teng could see clearly that Wu Tian deserved to be a generation of powerhouses who had fought for the throne in the era of the extinction of the emperor, and Yang Teng was shocked by the violent force of his double fists.

If an ordinary quasi-emperor realm cultivator faced such an attack, he would be defeated by one move.

The opponent is not an ordinary person, the sword light has skyrocketed, and there is no need for more moves, just to compete with Wu Tian who is stronger!

"Boom!" Wu Tian bombarded the front of Jianguang with his fist, forming substantial ripples visible to the naked eye.

The sword light disappeared, and Wu Tian fell back to the ground.

This time, his fists were not injured, Yang Teng saw it really, and Wu Tian's fists each had a white mark.

wrong! Yang Teng was surprised that the opponent's sword was far stronger than before. Why did it hurt Wu Tian before, but this sword didn't have any power.

Judging from Wu Tian's fist strength, the two punches that Wu Tian blasted were stronger than before, but they shouldn't be as powerful as they could withstand a sword in the same realm.

Some monks specialize in the body and use the body as a weapon, such as the God of War family.

But no matter how to cultivate the body, the flesh and blood body wants to fight weapons and magic weapons.

If Wu Tian's double fists bombarded the sword of the opponent's sword, they could avoid injury and directly confront the blade. Yang Teng felt that no matter how strong Wu Tian's double fists were, it would not be possible to fight the sword, and it would inevitably be injured.

"Hahaha! Wu Tian, ​​you are nothing but this! What other means can be used, otherwise don't blame me for killing you with a sword!" The sword-holding monk stood in the void, looking down at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian's face was gloomy, he knew he was careless!

As a once peerless powerhouse, he was invincible and powerful in his contemporaries. Only the extinct Emperor Chengdi was stronger than him, which made Wu Tian very conceited.

He has always believed that his contemporaries are invincible, and there is no rival in any era.

Even those losers who are also fighting for the throne are not his opponents.

Today, this strong sword holder taught him a profound lesson.

not good! Wu Tian is injured!

Yang Teng was surprised to see that a trace of scarlet appeared at the corner of Wu Tian's mouth, then dripped off his chest, dyeing Wu Tian's clothes red.

In the next moment, Yang Teng was even more shocked, and Wu Tian broke his fists!

Every finger made a popping sound.

Endless sword energy exploded in Wu Tian's fists, and after a burst of crackling, from the wrists of Wu Tian's hands, a pair of fists burst into smash.

That sword-wielding monk hit Wu Tian with a single sword!

"Old Wu! It doesn't matter, do you need a few healing pills." Yang Teng communicated to Wu Tian through his spiritual knowledge.

Powerful people in this state are too conceited, and often tragedies occur because of the so-called face.

Yang Teng is not sure whether Wu Tian can accept the healing pill.

Hearing Yang Teng’s transmission, Wu Tian was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed: "The master is thoughtful, fighting against such a powerful enemy, he really has to adjust to the strongest state, otherwise the outcome is still unknown, I don’t want to die here. Under the sword of the guy!"

Reached out to Yang Teng to ask for a cure.

Yang Teng is very satisfied with Wu Tian's attitude, knows how to prioritize, and has not refused to heal the wound because of the so-called face.

Handed a bottle of healing pills to Wu Tian.

The strong man with the sword in the void did not stop Wu Tian, ​​"Well, kill Wu Tian who was severely injured, there is nothing to show off, but I have to see Wu Tian in the strongest state, he has some skill! "

Regardless of the efficacy of the medicine, Wu Tian opened the cork and swallowed a large amount of healing pills.

After a while, all the injuries on the abdomen and both fists were repaired, and Wu Tian put away the jade bottle in his hand, "This kind of pill, there must be a lot of the master, I'm welcome."

Yang Teng smiled and said nothing. Wu Tian's attitude indicated that he did not see him outside. This was Wu Tian that Yang Teng wanted to see.

"Come on! Let's fight again!" After adjusting his state, Wu Tian shouted at the sword-wielding monk in Void, "Since you want to see Lao Tzu's strongest strength, as you wish!"

"Where is the pagoda!"

"Om!" The space trembled, and the Qibao Linglong Tower hung above Wu Tian's head.

"Imperial weapon! You actually have an imperial weapon realm treasure!" The cultivator with the sword obviously did not expect this.

Under Wu Tian's urging, the Qibao Linglong Pagoda made a brilliant work.

"Fight!" Wu Tian raised his hand, and the Qibao Linglong Tower fell on his palm. Following Wu Tian's wave, a ray of light went straight to the monk holding the sword in the void.

"What about the imperial weapon! You are only in the realm of the quasi-emperor, how can you exert the power of the imperial weapon!" The sword monk waved his sword, the sword light in front of him was empty, and a sword formation was placed in the space between Wu Tian.

Although the sword-holding monk was not afraid of Wu Tian, ​​facing the attack of the imperial Qibao Linglong Tower, he changed his previous attack posture and turned to defense.

With the imperial weapon in hand, Wu Tian was confident, even in the face of the great emperor, he dared to compete!

"Boom!" The amount of violent blast from Qibao Linglong Tower fell on the sword formation, and the sky-shaking light burst, and the space burst with bright light.

Only a loud bang was heard, and the sky light quickly dissipated.

Wu Tian stood proudly holding the pagoda.

The body of the monk holding the sword rolled in the void for several weeks, the light of the sword disappeared, and the sword light that was hundreds of miles long was broken.

"Puff!" The cultivator holding the sword spit out a mouthful of blood after steadying his body.

The strong rebound force of this blow caused the inner abdomen to be shaken, just like Wu Tian just now.

"Come again!" Wu Tian urged the pagoda, and the Qibao Linglong pagoda became larger, extending hundreds of miles of light.

The situation changed instantly, and now it was Wu Tian's turn to bombard the opponent.

The light of the pagoda is like a sword light, dividing the void into black marks.

The cultivator with the sword swung his sword to resist from side to side. Every time he fended off the light of the Qibao Linglong Pagoda, his figure would retreat very far, and he needed to retreat to offset the strength of his body.

This is Wu Tian's true strength!

Yang Teng was sure that the sword-wielding monk no longer had the ability to counterattack, and under Wu Tian's suppression, he would soon lose.

"You are crazy! What about the arrogance just now, don't you still want to kill me, why don't you dare to attack!" After Wu Tian took the initiative, the pagoda continued to suppress the opponent's space and did not give the opponent a chance to display it.

Located in the center of a powerful attack, the sword monk was miserable.

The previous impression of Wu Tian was just a few rumors, and I didn't think Wu Tian was so powerful.

The sword hit Wu Tian just now, and it gave him endless confidence that he could easily kill Wu Tian.

Wu Tian, ​​who displayed his true strength, was so terrible. As a loser in the fight for the throne, the sword-holding monk was shocked to find that under Wu Tian's attack, he could only resist with his best efforts, and he did not dare to counterattack.

Under the prestigious reputation, Wu Tian is able to create a prestigious reputation, and he is naturally outstanding.

"This guy is dead." Long Jingtian didn't bother to watch the fierce battle between the two.

If it weren't for the sword-holding monk who suddenly used cold arrows to take the lead, how could it be Wu Tian's opponent.

With this kind of fighting power, Long Jingtian didn't bother to take it seriously, and let him make a move, and he could still suppress this sword-wielding monk.

The same loser who fights for the throne has high and low strength.

Long Jingtian and Wu Tian are obviously super-powerful generations. Facing opponents who are too weak, Long Jingtian really can't take much interest.

The cultivator holding the sword is in critical condition, the light of the sword is compressed in a very small space, and it will be defeated after a long time.

"You can go to death for arrogant things!" Wu Tian didn't even have any interest in asking the other party's origins, and the Qibao Linglong Tower suddenly threw it out.

The pagoda soared in the wind, covering the sky and covering the sun over the head of the monk holding the sword.

"Wu Tian! Don't be arrogant!" There was a roar from the depths of the void, and a ray of light broke through the void and hit the Qibao Linglong Tower.

Another powerful enemy came.