Impossible!

Seeing Yang Teng vomiting blood, most people doubted their eyes, Yang Teng couldn't have been defeated like this. %∷8%∷8%∷Read%∷Book,.≮.※o

There are also a few people who are secretly happy in their hearts, and they are very willing to see Yang Teng vomit blood.

The Saint King powerhouse looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Yang Teng, I heard that you have inherited the Heavenly Desolate Emperor's invincible Heavenly Desolation Thirteen Swords across the Great Universe, and some people say that your strongest move is not in these thirteen swords, but a sword technique called One Slash that you created yourself." ”

Yang Teng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there were no mood swings on his face.

"I don't think that's it, this is your strongest slash?

The Saint King powerhouse hooked his finger at Yang Teng, "Come again! I want to see what other means you have!"

"As you wish!" In the face of a powerhouse in such a realm, there was no need to talk too much nonsense, Yang Teng raised the Heavenly Desolate Sword in his hand again.

Monks who are familiar with Yang Teng's one-knife slash know that this is a one-knife slashing starting style.

The knife didn't work just now, and Yang Teng still has to perform a slash, can this work?

"Slash!" With a loud shout, Yang Teng dropped a knife again, as everyone thought, it was still a slash.

The bright moon appeared in front of the Saint King powerhouse again, and it was still so bright and dazzling.

It was completely impossible to see that Yang Teng was seriously injured, and there was no change in his power.

"Carving Insect Xiaojier!" The Saint King powerhouse was extremely disdainful, and his two fists blasted out at the same time, and countless fist shadows fell on the bright moon.

Like last time, there was no suspense, the bright moon had not yet burst, and the power of the slash was not shown at all, and it was blasted by the fists of the Saint King.

Yang Teng flew out again, slammed to the ground, struggled to stand up, and opened his mouth to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

It can be seen that he has been hit harder this time than last time.

In the crowd, Yang Xin was in a hurry, holding a large handful of various runes in his palm, as long as Yang Teng's life was in danger, Yang Xin would not hesitate to throw out all the runes to ensure that Yang Teng was safe and sound.

"Oh no!" Lei Mingyuan slapped his fist, he really couldn't figure out why Yang Teng was so stubborn, knowing that he couldn't threaten the other party with a single slash, but he still used the same trick twice, isn't this an act of taking the initiative to send him to death.

Zhongzhou Wang and others also couldn't understand why Yang Teng was so stupid.

But then again, although Yang Teng lost both moves, he still had the strength to fight, not to the extent of admitting defeat.

From this point of view, Yang Teng was obviously more powerful than many ancient saints who had been defeated by this Saint King powerhouse.

"Yang Teng, I can't understand you a little, knowing that such a move doesn't pose any threat to me, you actually use it a second time, don't you have any other means!" The Saint King powerhouse looked at Yang Teng again.

He felt that Yang Teng couldn't be so stupid, there must be some conspiracy in this.

"Poof!" Spit out the blood foam in his mouth, Yang Teng took out a wound healing pill and shook it at the Saint King powerhouse.

"See, this is the Healing Pill I refined with my own hands, as long as you can't kill me at once, this little injury is nothing, I'll exhaust you!" Stuffing the Healing Pill into his mouth, Yang Teng quickly absorbed the medicinal power of the Healing Pill, while not forgetting to continue to provoke his opponent.

"That's all you have to do, let you know today, your drug speed can't match my speed!"

Everyone felt that this Saint King powerhouse had said a nonsense.

Taking the Healing Pill requires the medicinal effect to work, and no matter how powerful the Healing Pill is, it is impossible to shoot faster than the monk.

"Then come again!Anyway, my healing pill is inexhaustible, I don't believe that the aura in your body will never be exhausted!" Yang Teng seemed to have made up his mind to consume it with the other party.

"As you wish! This punch won't kill you, see how long you can sustain yourself by taking drugs!" The Saint King was furious, Yang Teng dared to provoke in such a way, so let Yang Teng die under the Healing Pill!

"One slash!" Yang Teng raised the Heavenly Desolate Knife for the third time.

The Heavenly Martial Cultivators were stupid, what the hell was Yang Teng going to do, how could there be such a battle.

A bright moon rose in front of the Saint King powerhouse.

Without any hesitation, the Saint King powerhouse threw out his fist for the third time.

Puzzled, the Heavenly Martial Monks still paid close attention to the situation on the battlefield.

No one believed that Yang Teng was stupid, and Yang Teng must have his reasons for doing this.

"Boom!" the Saint King powerhouse slammed his fists on the bright moon.

According to the previous two times, Mingyue was shattered by him, and Yang Teng flew out backwards with serious injuries.

The Saint King powerhouse had already thought about it, he followed Fei and stepped forward, stepped on Yang Teng with one foot, and let Yang Teng struggle under his feet, looking at Yang Teng's helpless expression, and waited for Yang Teng to beg for mercy before letting go.

Gentle slope, many people can't bear to see Yang Teng injured for the third time, this time the Saint King powerhouse will definitely be more ruthless.

However, the situation on the battlefield was beyond everyone's expectations.

The bright moon did explode, but it was not because of the fist bombardment of the Saint King's powerhouse, but it turned into a bright spot in the sky.

"Lord Yang Xing's slash has been successful!" Lei Mingyuan shouted excitedly.

The bright spots in the sky were like stars dotting the night sky, trapping this Saint King powerhouse in the middle.

The Saint King powerhouse's heart trembled, he felt endless attacks in all directions around his body, every bright spot seemed to be not very powerful, but as long as there was the slightest negligence, he would be hit.

Just now, I was still fantasizing about stepping on Yang Teng's chest in the next step and humiliating him.

In the blink of an eye, we will face an endless crisis.

The Saint King powerhouse reacted extremely quickly, immediately changed his moves, and his fists continued one after another, blasting out thousands of punches in an instant.

The shadow of the fist in the sky is full of bright spots, and every collision makes a roaring sound.

The bright spots were shattered by a few, and the fist shadow of the Saint King powerhouse would also disappear.

"Let's see if you can catch me in a few moves!" Yang Teng laughed wildly, and the Heavenly Desolate Knife rose and fell.

Once again, with a slash, Mingyue successfully burst, and the previous highlights have not been completely dissolved by the Saint King powerhouse, and more highlights have joined it.

It's so hidden!

Lei Mingyuan secretly admired that Yang Teng must have deliberately hidden his true strength in the first two times, in order to paralyze the opponent and successfully cast the third sword.

The success of the third knife provided an opportunity to suppress the opponent later.

Just as Lei Mingyuan thought, Yang Teng used a slash in the first two times, but he didn't show his strongest strength.

The third knife is the one that truly fuses the power of the realm and the power of the avenue.

This knife is the strongest blow he has inspired since his debut, reaching unprecedented levels.

Before casting the third sword, Yang Teng himself didn't know what kind of power this knife could have after fusing the power of the realm and the power of the Great Dao.

Being able to suppress the Saint King powerhouse, Yang Teng was also somewhat surprised.

Without thinking too much about it, Yang Teng instantly slashed out ten knives.

That's the limit of what he's able to do now.

The power of the ten swords was superimposed, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color, and the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the power was unimaginable.

The faces of many ancient saint powerhouses changed drastically, they didn't dare to imagine what it would be like for Yang Teng's ten swords to superimpose the power on their bodies, I was afraid that their bodies would definitely be shattered, and finally turn into a cloud of blood mist.

"Very good! You really didn't disappoint me!" Surrounded by bright spots in the sky, there was a roar of the Saint King's powerhouse.

Whether they can kill this Saint King powerhouse or not, the Heavenly Martial Monks are extremely looking forward to it.

If such a furious attack can't defeat the other party, who else can Tianwu be this person's opponent!

Hearing the roar of the Saint King's powerhouse, Yang Teng secretly screamed that it was a pity.

This is his limit, even if he forcibly casts a slash again, it doesn't make any sense, the power is too weak.

"Boom!" exploded violently, and all the bright spots in the sky were extinguished.

It's over! Lei Mingyuan's body shook and he almost fell off his chair.

Such attacks have been cracked, and this person is invincible!

There was silence, a silence like death.

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the battlefield.

"He's! he's hurt!" shouted someone who trembled.

That Saint King powerhouse stood opposite Yang Teng, the clothes on his body were messy, and there were many damages, looking a little embarrassed.

If you look closely, you will find that the corners of the Saint King's strong mouth are interesting, subtle, and almost invisible.

It boiled, and all the Heavenly Martial Cultivators cheered.

Although Yang Teng failed to kill this Saint King powerhouse, he also caused some damage to the other party.

Even a trace of scarlet, which is almost invisible, means that the opponent's inner abdomen has been hit hard, and only then does a trace of blood flow.

What a glory it is to severely damage a Saint King powerhouse with the cultivation of the Semi-Saint Realm!

Yang Teng became a god in a battle, and quickly became the god of war in the hearts of all Heavenly Martial Monks, irreplaceable!

"Poof!" the Saint King powerhouse did not shy away from it, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"It is worthy of being a disciple of the Heavenly Desolate Emperor, it really can't be underestimated!" the Saint King powerhouse nodded slightly, "If I am cultivating in the same realm as you, there is absolutely no possibility of defeating you."