Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 1917

Will there still be suspense between the quasi emperor and the ancient saints?

Of course, there is no suspense. Perhaps the only suspense is that the prospective emperor will kill this ancient saint with several moves.

One move or two? No more than three moves!

No matter how strong the ancient sage is, he can take the three moves of the quasi emperor, which can be called the glorious moment of his life.

As for the counterattack, don't even think about it. The ancient sage was like a dough in front of the prospective emperor. How to pinch it was up to the will of the prospective emperor.

But it was this man's recognized norms that were broken again.

In ancient times, the prospective emperor failed to restrict the ancient sage and was punched on the back of his hand by Yang Teng, an ancient sage.

With a bang, it was clear that it was on the back of the prospective emperor's hand that it was on his face.

He disgraced all prospective emperors during the reign of emperor Xugu.

Hearing this sound, long Jingtian and the old man trembled at the same time. It was bad. It was just a move. Yang Teng was hit. The situation was dangerous.

Through divine communication, long Jingtian didn't detect the master's injury and didn't feel any discomfort.

The dragon was surprised. Didn't the ancient friar exert his strength?

Then the message from divine knowledge made dragon Jingtian ecstatic. The other party slapped the master, but the master punched the back of the other party's hand.

This punch can't cause any harm to the other party, but it can definitely be called a great victory.

Maybe this is the first time in history that an ancient sage has punched a quasi emperor.

Then, the Dragon startled the sky, and the color was dark. The more so, the other party suffered a great loss, and the more he would not let go of his master.

After the old man found out the situation, he was also worried about Yang Teng.

The other two prospective emperors of the other party made a few cold hums, angry and frustrated.

The prospective emperor, who was punched by Yang Teng, felt ashamed and angry all over his body. Even if his opponent was the realm cultivation of the prospective emperor, he couldn't hit him so easily.

This damn little friar!

"I'll kill you!" the sullen monk was furious. He opened his big hand and grabbed Yang Teng's chest.

He wanted to break Yang Teng's chest, crush the little Friar's heart and break him into pieces.

Yang Teng hit the target with one punch and didn't show ecstasy, which was completely expected by him.

"There are many people who want to kill me, how old are you!" the pace runs rapidly, improves the body method to the strongest, and turns the body into countless virtual shadows.

For a moment, the prospective emperor on the opposite side could not recognize which was Yang Teng. All the places that touched the eyes were the shadow of the little monk.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!" several times in a row, his big palm failed to catch Yang Teng's body. It felt like he was trying to catch Yang Teng. In fact, it was just Yang Teng's virtual shadow.

"Eat me again!" Yang Teng's fist burst out, next to the back of the other party's hand, and then shouted.

With a gloomy face, the friar heard Yang Teng's cry. It was already late.

"Pa!" the back of the hand was punched again. This time, the strength was very strong. The monk looked gloomy. He felt a hot pain on the back of the hand, and then found that the back of the hand was numb.

He can't remember how many years he hasn't had such an experience. The last time he was punched twice in a row, it seemed that he was in the state of cultivation of ancient saints. At that time, he was as strong as the little monk in front of him.

With a gloomy complexion, the Friar's lungs are going to be blown up. It's too much to deceive!

In the two battlefields over there, the four quasi imperial strongmen who are fighting fiercely are collectively stunned.

If Yang Teng's first fist took advantage of his gloomy face and the friar was unprepared, how can he explain the second fist.

There was no time to pay attention to other people's feelings. Yang Teng took advantage of the situation and pursued, "take another punch from me!"

The more you fight, the more confident you are. Yang Teng gives full play to the power of the void invincible fist. Combined with his unpredictable body method, he actually suppresses his opponent to fight.

It can't be true!

Is this really a battle between an ancient sage and the quasi emperor, rather than a strong man infinitely close to the great emperor against the quasi emperor friar?

However, both sides seem to be in the opposite state of cultivation. Yang Teng should be the strong one with higher cultivation, and the gloomy monk opposite is the weak one.

The monk's face was as gloomy as water, and his heart was half cold.

The great emperor sealed him up to now by means of supreme magic. He was filled with the thought that after unlocking the seal, he would do something earth shaking.

But never thought, the first battle to untie the seal taught him a lesson.

Is this era so crazy now that a little monk in the realm of ancient saints can ride his neck and beat him?

If the ancient saints of this era are so crazy, he wants to be sealed again immediately and never untie the seal.

The world is too crazy and terrible.

Dragon Jingtian is going crazy. Is the master so powerful?

The battle shown by the master does not seem to be under him.

"Pa!" third punch!

Yang Teng's fist hit the target accurately.

The monk with a gloomy face was angry to death. He didn't have any reservation. After being punched, he immediately showed his full strength, but he was punched twice by Yang Teng.

What's more irritating is that three punches hit the same part!

It's too bullying. It's obvious. It's just to hit you on the back of your hand so that you know it but can't resist it.

Such humiliation is more embarrassing than being punched and spitting blood by your opponent.

"I'll kill you!" the monk looked gloomy and his eyes were red. He wanted to eat Yang Teng.

"I know, you said it." Yang Teng sneered: "Alas, you are still a strong man in ancient times. This strength is really not enough. You still want to kill me. Don't you realize that your body is abnormal!"

what? The other party didn't understand Yang Teng's meaning. He was in good health. After unlocking the seal, he made sure that there was no problem with his body. His cultivation was also a quasi emperor realm, so he began to prepare to integrate into this era.

At the same time, Yang Teng reminded the other party, "take a good look at the beaten part on the back of the hand, whether you can't feel the existence of the palm."

No matter whether Yang Teng frightened him or not, the other party didn't dare to be careless. He immediately ran his divine consciousness to explore the back of the beaten hand.

Ah! The exploration didn't matter, and the result surprised him.

As Yang Teng said, he can no longer feel the existence of this hand.

Divine consciousness can only move to the wrist. Needless to say, when Reiki moves to the wrist, it can't continue to flow to the palm.

This feeling is very strange. This hand is like being cut off, but it is growing well.

In fact, it's better to be cut off. The palm is cut off. In this way, the strong in the realm of cultivation will almost grow out of the palm when the divine knowledge moves.

But the palm is still there. How does it grow?

Do you want to hurt yourself, cut off your palm, and then grow a hand again?

Normal people will never think so, nor will they cut off their hands ruthlessly.

Besides, Yang Teng managed to do this. How can he let the other party easily cut off his palm.

The two fists blew out a shadow, and countless fists fell in the storm. They entangled each other and didn't give each other the chance to cut off their palms.

"What's your skill? Why can't I feel the palm!" the gloomy monk was terrified. This feeling was more terrible than losing the palm.

Yang Teng didn't have time to answer him. While his opponent didn't react, he punched the other hand.

This time, Yang Teng is not easy to succeed.

Just now, he hit the target with three fists and input several strange smells into the back of the other party's hand at the same time, completely taking advantage of the other party's unprepared.

The reason why the gloomy monk couldn't feel his palm was that several unique smells in Yang Teng's body played a magical role.

At the moment when the fist contacts the back of each other's hand, Yang Teng controls his strength. The output power can just numb each other's palm, but he can't feel the change of breath.

Normally, Yang Teng can't succeed.

First irritate the other party, make the other party unstable, and then attack the other party, forcing the other party to focus on the battle, which makes the other party win.

Now the gloomy monk has noticed it. Of course, he won't let Yang Teng succeed easily.

After a few moves, Yang Teng determined that it was impossible to repeat his old skills. The other party was not so stupid.

Change the attack mode immediately.

Yang Teng's fighting style against the enemy is more than boxing. He has a stronger ultimate killing move. It's useless.

After several times of dissolving Yang Teng's attack, the gloomy monk realized that he had been deceived.

The cunning little monk punched him on the back of his hand three times in a row. He had no lethality at all.

The reason why he couldn't feel the existence of the palm must be that at the moment of being beaten, the little friar input other breath into the back of his hand, resulting in numbness of the palm.

Many knowledgeable monks know that there is more than one aura in the universe.

There are many kinds of breath that are completely different from aura.

Although it was impossible to judge what breath the little friar had input into the back of his hand, the gloomy looking friar was sure that the harm of breath was not great and did not spread to his body along his arm.

In that case, there is no need to cut off this hand.

I believe it won't take long. The breath on the back of your hand will dissipate slowly, and you'll be fine.

The first task now is to kill this damn guy. Only with his head can we wash away the humiliation.

One hand against the enemy, enough!

After thinking about everything, the gloomy monk once again committed the problem of arrogance.

He said he didn't underestimate Yang Teng, but he didn't pay attention to Yang Teng in his heart.

The fact is also developing in the direction he expected. After Yang Teng's means were seen through, the attack power decreased greatly. Without the aggressiveness just now, the situation began to change to a gloomy monk.

"Ignorant young man! Do you think you can defeat me with a little special means? You are still too young. I will kill you!" the gloomy monk was proud again.

A strange smile flashed across Yang Teng's face. "You said to kill me three times. I'm still alive now. Are you sure you can kill me? Not me!"

The monk's face was gloomy, and a bad feeling suddenly occurred in his heart. Did the little monk have any means not to use?

It's impossible. How could a little monk in the realm of ancient saints have so many magical means.

He was still comforting himself. He felt the light rising in front of him and the knife light coming in front of him.

A bright moon rises.

Cut with a knife!