As soon as the fight began, Murshin was thinking that he would win. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's good to have strong self-confidence, but if you overdo it, good things can turn into bad things.

Mursing has even thought twice about how to celebrate after his victory so that more people can remember him.

As long as he defeats Yang Teng, he will be able to become famous and become a celebrity in one fell swoop, and soon his great name will spread throughout Zhongyin Yuezhou with monks from all over the country.

When I think about it, I can't help but feel my blood boiling, and that feeling must be very amazing.

In his eyes, Yang Teng was a paper tiger, and he slapped it and easily slapped Yang Teng apart.

"Just let me expose your false face, and dare to pretend to be calm in front of me, you are wrong!" Mo Xin burst into a loud shout, the power of his fists increased, and he wanted to solve Yang Teng with one move.

Yang Teng was quite surprised, what was this Mo Xin thinking in his heart, using his flesh and blood fist against his Heavenly Desolate Knife?

Restricted by his cultivation, Yang Teng was unable to stimulate the strongest power of the Heavenly Desolate Sword, and when he was fighting against the powerhouse of the Refining Void Period, he was rarely able to cut off the opponent's weapon, if his cultivation could be improved to the Refining Void Period, even if Mo Xin used his weapon to fight him, he would not be able to compete with him.

And now, Mo Xin is bare-handed, he wants to resist the Heavenly Desolate Knife, isn't this looking for death!

Yang Teng's eyes were cold, and the light of the long knife in his hand skyrocketed.

"Slash!" a trick was unleashed.

Although it was not the strongest of the Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Desolation, it was enough to deal with Mo Xin's double fists.

The sword light fell against the shadow of the fist, and a muffled pop was heard, followed by a scream.

"Ahh

A great pain came down his arm, and Mursing couldn't believe that he was actually injured!

And it was the destruction of both hands and forearms.

Even with his cultivation at the Emperor Realm in the Refining Period, it would take decades of careful recuperation and taking various elixirs before he could hope to repair his two arms and hands.

However, now was not the time to think too much about this, Yang Teng destroyed Mo Xin's fists with a single sword, and took advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack.

The speed advantage was undoubtedly evident at this moment, and Yang Teng's body turned into an afterimage.

Mo Xin felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and before he could see Yang Teng's movements clearly, there was a cold feeling in his chest.

"Poof!" a bright wound appeared on Mursin's chest, and blood spurted from the wound.

Mursin tried to raise his hand to cover the wound and stop more blood from coming out.

He was conscious, but found that his hands were destroyed and he was unable to cover his wounds.

The knife wound pierced Mursin's body, and his hands were not destroyed, and he could not cover such a heavy blow.

His body shook a few times, and Mursh's body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground and never got up again.

Before he died, Mursin still had an incredible look on his face, his eyes were round, and he couldn't accept the fact that he had been killed.

There was silence outside the main square, and the monks stared blankly at Yang Teng and the dead Moxin.

It's too shocking, Mo Xin's strength is still above Ping Qingyun, but the battle process is faster, Yang Teng only used one knife to kill Mo Xin.

What the hell is going on!

Didn't Yang Teng fight fiercely with Qingyun for a long time, the spiritual energy in his body was seriously consumed, and he left serious injuries on his body, why did he still have such super combat power.

Only Guan Zuo and Lao Sloppy knew that Yang Teng had taken the Healing Pill and the Gathering Spirit Pill, and his state had recovered at this time, and if he wanted to use these two clicks to kill Yang Teng, it would be tantamount to sending him to death.

What was even more shocked was Ning Zhongtian's side, everyone was dumbfounded.

Among all the people under Ning Zhongtian who participated in the competitive battle trials, Mo Xin's strength ranked second, and he fell on the main square like this.

Moltke was secretly happy in his heart, the city lord actually arranged for Mo Xin to fight, but he didn't expect that he didn't bring great credit to Mo Xin, but lost Mo Xin's life.

If he had been sent to battle, nothing like this would have happened.

Now it's okay, what else does the city lord have to say, if you want to reverse the defeat and save face, you have to rely on yourself!

Mao Qi felt that the evil qi in his chest suddenly smoothed down, but he didn't take a step further to think about why Yang Teng was able to kill Mo Xin with one sword, was it just because Mo Xin was negligent and underestimated the result caused by Yang Teng.

Moltke seems to have made the same mistake, thinking that Yang Teng was just lucky, and Mo Xin was too self-righteous to lose at Yang Teng's hands.

The more he thought about it, the more Moltke looked forward to it, waiting for the city lord to summon him personally.

He must not take the initiative to stand up and let the city lord think of him, so that he can show his importance.

As he expected, the city lord Ning Zhongtian quickly woke up from the shock and scolded Mo Xin for not being successful enough and more than defeating.

Then he said to Moltke: "You go! No matter what method you use, you must kill that Yang Teng for me in this scene!"

From the next round onwards, it will not be such a free duel, but the rules of group battles, and then it will be difficult for his people to prevent Yang Teng from advancing, unless some special means are used to make a fuss about the group draw.

Ning Zhongtian felt that it was better not to do this as much as possible, once he aroused the disgust of the state lord, he would not be happy.

This is the third game of the second round for Yang Teng, and he must be stopped in this round.

Mao Qi was the only person Ning Zhongtian could trust, and if Mao Qi was not Yang Teng's opponent, the others would not have to think about it.

At the beginning, Ning Zhongtian was still thinking about preparing for the competitive battle, so that the strongest people could enter the final squad.

Now he can't take care of this, once Yang Teng successfully advances to the final list, Ning Zhongtian will be discredited, and Guan Zuo will definitely not let go of this opportunity to humiliate him.

Ning Zhongtian gave Mao Qi a death order, no matter what, he just wanted to see the result of Yang Teng being killed.

Moltke took the order and left, swearing that he would come out with Yang Teng's head.

It is not surprising that Mao Qi has such confidence, and Yang Teng has already fought two battles in front of him.

The first battle brought Yang Teng a heavy blow, and at the same time consumed a lot of his physical strength and aura.

Although it was easy to win the second battle, but with such a powerful move, Yang Teng must have been consumed again, and his physical strength at this time should be even worse.

Faced with a Gathering Monk in such a state, Moltke had no reason not to win.

Enter the challenge zone with confidence.

Everyone knew what happened between Yang Teng and Ning Zhongtian, so no one intervened, and they were all waiting for Yang Teng and Ning Zhongtian to face off.

Seeing that it was Moltke entering the challenge zone, the surrounding monks exclaimed.

"No, Ning Zhongtian is ruthless enough, Ping Qingyun and Mo Xin were both defeated by Yang Teng, and this time they actually sent Mao Qi!"

"Mao Qi is the strongest of Ning Zhongtian's subordinates, it seems that Ning Zhongtian is bound to win this time, and he must kill Yang Teng. ”

"Isn't this nonsense, Yang Teng humiliated Ning Zhongtian several times, and he is also the lord of a city, of course, he can't bear such humiliation, and it is inevitable to fight back. ”

The monks talked a lot, and no one was optimistic about Yang Teng this time.

On the one hand, Yang Teng's own injuries were too serious.

On the other hand, Mao Qi is the number one master under Ning Zhongtian, with this aura, and at the same time, he has been cultivating for many days, and he is in good condition, with such a gap, it is easy to judge who wins and who loses.

Hearing these discussions, Yang Teng didn't care, if the strength on paper could determine the final outcome of a battle, he didn't know how many times he had died.

"Yang Teng, you have injured my companion again and again, you can't be left today!" Mo Qi shouted, the momentum on his body suddenly burst out, and he strode towards Yang Teng.

Yang Teng looked at Mao Qi with disdain, "If you want to fight, you can fight, how can there be so much nonsense! Don't enter the challenge zone if you are afraid of death, since you challenge me, you must have the consciousness of being killed!"

From the momentum and coercion exuded by Mao Qi, Yang Teng immediately judged that this Mao Qi was stronger than Ping Qingyun and Mo Xin who had met earlier.

Very good! Yang Teng's heart is full of fighting intent, the stronger the opponent, the only way to stimulate his will to fight, will make him more excited.

"Come on, let me teach me the demeanor of Ning Zhongtian's number one master! Don't be as vulnerable as the two wastes in front of you, you have to fight for some energy, so that I can cheer up and deal with it." Yang Teng shouted defiantly.

There is no need for Yang Teng to deliberately provoke, Mao Qi is already full of fighting spirit.

Defeating Yang Teng will lead to fame.

In the last game, because of the partiality of the city lord Ning Zhongtian, Mo Xin entered the challenge zone to fight against Yang Teng, and Mao Qi was extremely dissatisfied in his heart, and now he can finally redeem this regret and kill Yang Teng with his own hands, and he has become famous in one fell swoop since then.

Such a mood lifted Moltke's spirits, and he had never been so full of fighting spirit as he was now.

Slowly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed at Yang Teng, "How do you want to die, just shoot!"

Yang Teng didn't talk nonsense, since Mao Qi asked him to strike first, then you're welcome.

Stepping on the ground with both feet and exerting force suddenly, his body was like an arrow off the string, and Moltke felt an afterimage pass in front of him, and then Yang Teng's long knife had already fallen.

Moltke was shocked and secretly screamed that it was not good!

He was careless, from beginning to end, he always thought that Yang Teng was just lucky, and he was able to defeat Ping Qingyun and Mo Xin because of the negligence of the two.

Now that I think about it, wasn't he negligent himself?

Moltke quickly gathered his mind, his sword flashed, and the long sword was horizontal in front of him.

"Crotch!" The swords collided, bursting out with dazzling sparks, and Mao Qi's reaction ability was still very strong, and he changed his moves in time to block Yang Teng's knife.

Yang Teng was not surprised, if this Mao Qi couldn't even block this knife, he didn't deserve to be called the number one master who helped him.

The first move was tentative, and Yang Teng did not do his best.

One move tested that Mao Qi's reflexes and adaptability were good, Yang Teng immediately changed his moves, and then slashed down with the second knife.

The Heavenly Desolate Knife slashed head-on, and the sword momentum carried an invincible momentum, and the violent force seemed to split this void in half.

Where the blade passed, a black crack could be seen, which was a sign of the shattering of space.

Moltke was shocked, how could Yang Teng's knife be so powerful!