Chapter 1933: Join forces again

The first thousand nine hundred and thirty-three chapters join forces again

Unwilling to lag behind, Long Jingtian screamed and rushed up, fighting two enemies who were not weaker than him at the same time. If he couldn't seize the opportunity, just wait for the fight.

"Old Wu, you guys can't harm me, my old life is in your hands, don't let me be killed a second time!" Long Jingtian said so, but he was not afraid of two powerful enemies. There was a loud dragon chant, showing that the deity went straight into the sky.

His strategy is very simple, drag the opponent to fly a kite, use a more flexible body to fight, do not seek to hurt the enemy, and wait for Wu Tian to solve the opponent.

Wu Tian greeted his opponent. The opponent he faced had the same mindset as Long Jingtian. He didn't want to defeat Wu Tian, ​​as long as he held Wu Tian. The three groups of battles over there would inevitably end first, and then concentrate on fighting Wu Tian. .

Wu Tian's name was not blown out. The monk who was just killed by the Qibao Linglong Tower had already proved Wu Tian's strength to them.

This is interesting. The five people are divided into two groups of fierce battles. One of the two sides uses a game of fighting. No one is willing to fight with all their strength. They want to drag the battle down.

"It seems that the outcome of this battle depends on the two of us. Let's compare and see who ends the battle first." The strong man holding a scimitar said to his companion: "Whoever kills the opponent first, waits for the end to divide the treasure. , Take one more piece, how about it!"

"Shameless!" The companion glared at him, "You are a good calculation. How long will it take to deal with the two ancient saints, it must be your side first!"

The strong man holding a machete smiled triumphantly and ran towards Yang Teng and the old sloppy.

The remaining strong man also walked towards the old man.

For the time being, the final victory of this battle really depends on these two groups. The old man is not as strong as his opponent, and Yang Teng and the old sloppy are even worse. It should be the two of them who were defeated first.

"After many years, I have been fighting together again, old sloppy, are you confident to solve this guy quickly?" Yang Teng asked the old sloppy with a smile.

"Remember, I owe me a favor!" The old sloppy said angrily, "I am a disaster. What does this matter have to do with me, but I was dragged into the water."

"What nonsense do you two have to say quickly, the old man will give you a little more time, and then you will end your dog life!" The strong man with a machete pressed step by step.

"I hate this guy very much!" The old sloppy looked at him sideways, and then said to Yang Teng, "I am responsible for the impact, you use the silver moon bow to cooperate with me, and then you zoom in to kill him, how about it."

The tone of contempt, completely did not put the opposite super power in the eyes. In the eyes of the old sloppy, although this power is strong, when he and Yang Teng were selected as opponents, it was already doomed to death.

Yang Teng looked to the other side, the battle over there was already unfolded, and nodded: "Also, end the battle as soon as possible, and then go over and solve those few."

Hearing the conversation between Yang Teng and the old sloppy, the strong man holding a machete was furious, and laughed in a hurry, "Okay! Very good! Are the monks of this era so arrogant! Two innocent ancient saints realm? Little monk, he is actually discussing **** the old man, are you sure this is not a joke!"

"Is it funny?" The old sloppy looked at each other pretendingly in surprise, "Aren't you just a quasi-emperor realm cultivation base, you are a great loser!"

"The first time we two killed the Emperor Zhun, when did that happen? How did I forget? At that time, it seemed that we had just advanced to the Great Realm of Void Refinement." The old sloppy asked Yang Teng.

Yang Teng shook his head, "There are too many quasi emperors killed, who will remember these little things, anyway, don't care about him, do it!"

"Good!" The old sloppy body suddenly straightened, changed his humble image, took off the Hades sword, and pointed the sword to the strong man holding a scimitar on the opposite side. "You are honored to die under the joint hands of me and Yang Teng. It's the most memorable thing in your life, but it's a pity that everything is over. I don't know what your background is, ashamed!"

Yang Teng and Old Sloppy have joined forces many times, and the tacit understanding between each other does not require much communication.

The moment the old sloppy took off the Hades sword, Yang Teng had a long bow and a small coffin in his hand.

"The arrogant and ignorant junior! The old man will smash you two into pieces!" How can a strong man with a machete tolerate such a great humiliation.

These two hateful things, who do you think you are?

"Kill!" The knife light flashed, and the scimitar cut through the void and cut to the old sloppy throat.

The strength of the strong who once competed for the position of the emperor is naturally extraordinary, and the speed of this knife is so fast that the old sloppy eyes can't keep up.

When the crisis came, the old sloppy ignored him, completely ignoring the light of the sword in front of him, and suddenly swung the sword in his hand.

"Pluto is coming!"

This is the old sloppy's support. Only when he summons the image of Hades, he has the confidence to fight against the powerful enemy.

Of course, it’s just that the image of Pluto is absolutely unable to fight against the quasi-emperor who is armed with a scimitar. It’s just a quasi-emperor image. How powerful is the combat effectiveness? If the deity of the Pluto is here, it can fight the opponent. The loser who fought for the position of the emperor, it was a pity that Hades had already fallen, leaving only this Hades sword.

"A quasi-emperor image just wants to fight against the old man, is that your confidence!" Seeing the old sloppy move, the strong man holding a machete suddenly felt amused.

"I have it here too!" Yang Teng immediately urged the power of the Silver Moon Bow to summon the image of the Silver Moon Zhundi.

"Zheng!" With the sound of the bowstring, Yinyue Zhundi shot an arrow from Zhang's bow, interfering with the strong man holding a machete to attack the old sloppy.

This shows how tacit cooperation between Yang Teng and the old sloppy is.

The scimitar had already fallen, and he was about to smash the image of Hades and then killed the old sloppy, but because of the silver moon quasi-emperor's image, the strong man holding the scimitar had to give up killing the old sloppy, otherwise he would be shot.

The old sloppy trusts Yang Teng absolutely. He believes that before hitting the knife, Yang Teng will inevitably come first and force the opposing strong man to give up the knife.

"Then solve you first!" The strong man holding a scimitar instantly changed the target of his attack. Compared with this old and sloppy, he felt that Yang Teng was even more hateful. The image of the quasi emperor with a bow and arrow must be solved first, otherwise it will always be disturbed. Let him not fully kill the old sloppy.

"Don't worry, I have also prepared a quasi emperor for you!" Yang Teng opened the small jade coffin and dripped blood into the quasi emperor's remains.

The images of the two quasi-emperors, the remains of a quasi-emperor, can't kill this strong man holding a scimitar, at least it can resist it.

Wu Tian and Long Jingtian dealt with their opponents, taking time to look at the battle on Yang Teng's side, and the two laughed at the same time.

"I really know how to play, I actually thought of such a way!" Wu Tian admired Yang Teng's imagination, and even faced a powerful enemy in such a way that was almost a joke.

Don't worry about Yang Teng for now.

Whether it is the image of the quasi emperor or the remains of the quasi emperor, it is vulnerable to a real quasi emperor.

However, Yang Teng and the old sloppy cooperated tacitly, combining long-range offensive attacks, and the attacks made really looked like that, making the strong man holding the machete unable to get close for a while.

There were waves of dragons from the clouds, Long Jingtian raised his body skills to the limit, and flew back and forth in the air with two powerful enemies, absolutely unwilling to stop and fight the enemy.

Wu Tian is pressing step by step, doing his best to pursue his opponent.

Only the old man's battle was a little strenuous.

The powerful enemy he was fighting seemed to look at him, and finally realized that the key to victory was him. He immediately increased his attack power and launched a stormy attack.

"Two bastards! Do you really think the old man can't crack this little trick!" The strong man holding a machete was furious, and he was actually blocked by two quasi-emperor images and the remains of the quasi-emperor in one fell swoop, a shame!

If the image of the great emperor blocked him, it would be excusable, the two quasi-emperor images are nothing.

In the rage, aura spread all over the body, the scimitar fell on a curtain of swords, and the strong man slammed into the image of the Hades.

Disregarding the influence of the Silver Moon Emperor Zhun and the attack on the remains of the Zhun Meng Zhun Emperor, the scimitar swept up, stretched out a knife from the knife curtain, and slashed horizontally towards the old sloppy waist.

"Yang Teng! Hurry up and zoom in, if this continues, I will be killed by him!" The old sloppy shouted loudly.

"Puff!" The Pluto image was blocked in front of the scimitar, and was chopped by the scimitar.

"Come again!" The old sloppy spit out a mouthful of blood, ignoring his own injuries, and immediately inspired the image of Pluto again.

The Pluto image was shattered, and the backlash damage to the old sloppy was very serious. The Pluto image aroused for the second time was obviously not as strong as the first.

The strong man holding a machete was grinning, a weaker quasi-emperor image was not a concern!

"Bang!" The remains of Zhun Meng Zhunhuang shot, and the fleshless skeleton fingers firmly grasped the back of the strong man with a machete.

As soon as the aura turned, the strong man holding a machete bounced away the remains of Zhun Meng Zhunhuang.

"Puff!" The five silver moon arrows pierced the sky and accurately hit the back of this strong man. It was the position where the fingers of the remains of Zhun Meng Zhunhuang had been grabbed.

Feeling the pain, the strong man holding a machete exerted force on his back, and the five silver moon arrows only pierced his back for half an inch, unable to go deeper.

Such an injury is not painful for a quasi-emperor strong.

It's like being bitten by a mosquito, and then it feels nothing.

Yang Teng's continuous shots played a somewhat disruptive role and provided a chance for the old sloppy.

The old sloppy took advantage of the situation to avoid the attack of the strong man with a machete, an indecent roll on the spot, avoiding a long way back.

"Bastard thing! The old man will kill you two!" The two ancient saints blocked the offensive and suffered a little bit of injury. How could he endure, the strong man holding a scimitar was so angry that he rushed towards Yang Teng again.

Huh? what's the situation?

Why is the power of this knife reduced so much?

The strong man holding a machete was perplexed. This knife carried his endless anger, why didn't it display the strongest power.

Yang Teng laughed wildly: "How do you feel? I feel powerless! I forgot to tell you that I am an alchemist!"

The five silver moon arrows were not inspired by the emperor of the silver moon, but by Yang Teng using the silver moon bow. The arrows were smeared with medicine by Yang Teng!