The pressure became heavier and heavier, as if walking in the mire, every movement was extremely difficult, and both arms felt like they were going to break. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Teng was surprised in his heart, the strength shown by this Ping Qingyun was stronger than the opponents he had encountered in the first round before.

After blocking a few knives in a row, the pressure Yang Teng felt on his body did not decrease, but he adapted to this pressure little by little.

Ping Qingyun roared one after another, using this to increase his momentum.

A few knives were caught by Yang Teng, and Ping Qingyun was also extremely shocked in his heart.

These were his strongest attack moves, and if he couldn't defeat Yang Teng, he really couldn't find any other way to restrain Yang Teng.

No, you can't just give up!

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 aura in the body is stimulated and instilled into the long knife.

"Hum!" the light skyrocketed, and the blade in front of the long knife suddenly grew three feet.

Yang Teng, who was in the attack circle, suddenly felt that the pressure had increased a few points.

He knew that this was Ping Qingyun's last killing move, as long as he carried this move again, Ping Qingyun had nothing to do, and all the means were exhausted.

"It's a good time!" Yang Teng was full of fighting spirit, when he met an opponent like Ping Qingyun, his combat power was fully stimulated, and this moment was more exciting than ever.

Without the help of any means, Yang Teng completely relied on his own ability to take the knife strongly.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang from the battlefield where the two were fighting, like thunder falling from the clouds in the nine heavens.

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

The light dispersed, and a man staggered forward a few steps, and then the long knife was on the ground before he stood firmly.

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

Seeing this man clearly, the monks exclaimed.

"Amazing! In the face of such an attack, he can still bear it, this little monk really has some ability!"

"I didn't expect that the cultivation of the Juyuan Period was so strong in combat. It was very difficult for me to carry the knife just now. One of the monks exclaimed.

The person next to him said disdainfully: "Just you, don't brag, it's not that I belittle you, you have the ability to enter the challenge area and try it yourself!"

"Look down on me, I'll challenge you, let's fight the two of us, who is afraid of whom!"

Well, these two actually don't agree to do anything.

No one paid attention to the two of them, all eyes on the challenge zone.

Yang Teng stood firmly, wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly: "Happy! You can force me to such a situation, you are not unjust!"

What is the situation? Ping Qingyun is dead?

It's not like it, isn't Ping Qingyun standing opposite Yang Teng, holding a long knife, pointing at Yang Teng, why do you say that he is dead?

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from afar, 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 exclamations of the monks came and went, and they did not believe that what they had seen was real.

Yang Teng didn't care about this, and quickly took out a Healing Pill and a Gathering Spirit Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the battle of Peace Qingyun, he was seriously injured, and if he was not treated as soon as possible, he would not be able to exert his strongest strength in the next battle.

The two pills quickly took effect.

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

"Ning Zhongtian, don't take advantage of my serious injuries and serious physical exertion, quickly send someone in to kill me! Once I pass this round of selection, the rules of the next round will be changed, and it will be difficult for your people to meet me, and then you will have to walk around the square naked for a week, let your people come in, it's still too late!"

Ning Zhongtian's lungs were about to be blown up, in his opinion, Ping Qingyun could definitely defeat Yang Teng and destroy this damn little monk.

Unexpectedly, under the fierce attack of Ping Qingyun, Yang Teng actually survived, and it was Ping Qingyun who died tragically in the end!

The little friar must not be allowed to continue to be arrogant.

Ning Zhongtian's face was gloomy as water, and he looked at the two monks around him.

"Moltke, Mosing, which of you two enters the challenge zone and kills that bastard for the city lord!"

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

Moltke and Mursing, their combat effectiveness is above Ping Qingyun.

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

Although Yang Teng defeated Ping Qingyun, it was also a miserable victory in the end, looking at his panting posture, it is not difficult to see that his aura consumption is serious, and Ping Qingyun caused a heavy blow to Yang Teng before he died.

Yang Teng has great ability, and how long can he hold on!

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

For the sake of insurance, Ning Zhongtian was very cautious, this time he must not give Yang Teng any more chance, take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Send these two most assured subordinates into the challenge area, and Ning Zhongtian waited to see his subordinates return victorious.

Moltke and Mursing looked at each other.

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

What is the purpose of participating in the battle of competition, it is nothing more than to make a name for yourself.

No monk wants to live in obscurity for a lifetime, and who doesn't want to be prominent in front of people with infinite scenery.

Participating in competitive battles can certainly give them a chance to become famous.

But it's just an unattainable opportunity.

There were two thousand monks in one Zhongyin Moon Prefecture who participated in the competitive battle, and the total number of monks in the entire Silver Moon Continent who participated in the competitive battle was six or seven thousand.

It's harder to stand out from so many people than to climb to the top.

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

If you can be famous more easily and directly, why do you have to fight with others and go through a hard battle.

Not surprisingly, both men wanted to enter the challenge zone to face Yang Teng.

Glancing at each other, the two of them spoke at the same time: "My lord, my subordinates thought that my lord would go to war and destroy this damn little monk!"

Ning Zhongtian nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good! Since the two of you both have the idea of sharing the burden for the city lord, then Mo Xin goes, the city lord asks you to fight quickly and don't delay." ”

Mo Xin was overjoyed, and bowed his hand to Ning Zhongtian: "The subordinates will not disgrace their mission!"

Moltke felt lost, his combat power was still above Moxin, but he couldn't get the favor of the city lord, such a good opportunity, the city lord actually gave Moxin.

Isn't it fair, how can there be fairness in this world, a word from the city lord can determine the fate of many people.

Moltke could only step aside and watch with envious gaze as Mursing entered the challenge zone.

Mursin couldn't be prouder, today is his lucky day, and his chance to become famous has come!

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

If he can't even defeat a minor monk of the Gathering Yuan Period who has serious spiritual energy consumption and has suffered heavy damage to his body, what else can he do!

Striding in front of Yang Teng, Mo Xin looked disdainful, "Yang Teng! I'll give you two paths, if you know each other and break yourself, you can also leave a whole corpse." If you still fantasize about fighting me, then don't blame me for being rude!"

Yang Teng looked at this monk in amazement, he really couldn't figure out where this monk got such strong confidence.

It seems that his reputation is not loud enough.

If this is in the Tianwu Continent, don't say that you have received some damage on your body and your aura has been consumed.

Even when his life was dying, a saint-level powerhouse who came over did not dare to ignore Yang Teng like this.

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

"Don't talk nonsense, don't wait for me to make a move, I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Mursin shouted angrily.

Broken corpses? Ruthless enough!

Yang Teng's face sank, "I don't know what life or death things are, even if you have any skills, I want to see if your ability is so powerful as nonsense!"

Outside the field, Guan Zuo looked worried, he clearly saw that Yang Teng had been severely injured, and the spiritual energy in his body was also seriously consumed.

In such a state, can you beat this Moxin?

The old sloppy man on the side said softly: "Adults don't have to worry about Yang Teng, this kid won't have an accident." He has those two pills on his body, I saw him take the pills just now, and it doesn't matter if he is injured or consumed. ”

Guan Zuo secretly said in his heart, yes, how could he forget about this matter.

Yang Teng was an alchemist refining these two elixirs, so as long as it wasn't a life-threatening heavy injury, there would be no problem.

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 scorned by a wounded friar in a very bad state is that no one can take it lightly.

"Junior, this is your own death, you can't blame me!" Mo Xin burst out, both fists blasting out at the same time.

Not only did he have to defeat Yang Teng, but he also had to do it cleanly, lest people say that he had picked up a bargain, so that everyone could also see his Mo Xin's ability!

Yang Teng suddenly straightened his waist, clenched the Heavenly Desolate Knife with both hands, and raised his hand to slash it down.

At this moment, Mo Xin suddenly had an illusion that Yang Teng seemed to have no injuries on his body, and his aura was extremely abundant.

However, this thought was fleeting, and he knew that Yang Teng would not be able to return to his peak state so quickly.

It must be a bluff to scare yourself.

This little monk has a bit of ability, and he can think of such a trick.

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

The attack power of the two fists increased again, and he wanted to blast Yang Teng's long knife with one punch and kill Yang Teng with the second punch.

This long knife looks very good, and it is considered a trophy this time.

In addition, Yang Teng seems to have a space magic weapon on his body, and it also belongs to me!

While Mursing made a move, he didn't forget these things.

Tragedy is often caused by thinking too much and leading to distraction.