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Chapter 191 A Little Bad Premonition

The two of them only paused for less than two seconds in the flames, until the power contained in the swords of both sides exploded.

The swords moved together.

The big sword is like thunder, as fast as thunder, and as fierce as a tiger.

The epee is like a mountain, anxious like lightning, and heavy like a mountain.

Both are taking the path of rigidity and fierceness, fighting for every inch of land, and not giving up an inch.

clang!
Dangdang Dangdang!
Bang bang bang bang bang! !

The continuous sound of clashing swords and swords resounded throughout the battlefield, hitting the heart directly. In a killing field, countless sword qi and knife lights crisscross it, tearing the ground and distorting the air. As long as a soldier with withered bones steps into it, it will be completely turned into dust and dissipated in the world in the next moment.

At this moment, Wang Teng can be said to be doing his best to fight with all his strength. Under the impetus of the "Extreme Ascension of Luotian Fury Secret Art", the "Vigorous Vajra Body" and "Da Sun Thunder Sword Sutra" he cultivated are based on the endless potential in his body. Fuel, the energy erupted by hundreds of millions of cells is used as power, and at this moment, it erupts with the peak power that can be achieved so far.

Dozens of times the power of his own continued to explode at this moment.

At this moment, Wang Teng seemed to have the means of a martial sage. In addition to all kinds of unpredictable spiritual abilities, he could break the river with one sword, break the ground with one foot, and break the mountain with one palm.

However, even so, Wang Teng was still about to gnash his teeth, and the pressure brought by the opponent made him desperately squeeze all the places where he could improve his strength.

This withered bone general's broadsword is cold, although there are large and small gaps on the blade that collapsed during the battle, but every time the knife is cut, it carries an indomitable and overbearing attitude.

The opponent's sword technique has reached the extreme, horizontal, vertical, wiping, picking, chopping... just these few movements, but they have been honed and honed, and there is no flaw at all.

This is the saber style that focused on killing in the ancient army, and there are even many saber styles that trade injuries for lives and only attack but not defend.

However, Wang Teng is not a good match for his generation. The fighting style of this withered bone general is very suitable for his appetite. The powerful vajra body he cultivated has made his body extremely tempered. figure.

Isn't it for the purpose of greatly improving the combat ability and survivability when fighting with people and practicing together to overcome disasters?

Immediately without dodging or dodging, after the body forcefully resisted the opponent's knife, the steel bone epee slashed towards the opponent's head with a tragic aura of going forward and succeeding.

Clang! !
There was an overlapping sound of metal and iron clanging suddenly, and the two fiercely fighting finally retreated two steps after slashing each other with a knife and a sword.

The two sides tacitly did not kill each other immediately.

Wang Teng was regaining his energy. The pressure brought by this withered bone general was far beyond his imagination. He needed to seize any opportunity to recover his physical strength and true energy.

Fortunately, he swallowed the elixir on his body before coming, and now it is continuously turning into energy in his body, trying his best to keep him going.

"What, you can't do it?"

The withered bone general opened his mouth impressively, and made a hoarse sound, his voice was like two pieces of metal rubbing against each other, hoarse, extremely hard to hear.

It's like a person who hasn't spoken for many years, and finally, after seeing the person in his eyes, he silently uttered a word with difficulty.

A smile hung on the corner of Wang Teng's mouth: "No, how can a man say no."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, so that the other party seemed to not understand what he said. It was strange that he could understand, or that everyone in the real world could understand what they said.

After a moment of silence, the spirit of martial arts moved slightly, shaking out the thoughts in his heart, and sending them out to the withered bone general with the repeated voice.

This can be regarded as the initial use of spiritual power after stepping into the realm of a master.

General Withered Bones was stunned for a moment, his expression full of indifference seemed a little happy at this moment.

"I didn't expect to meet living people in this era."

Wang Teng was stunned all his life, with a solemn expression: "I'm afraid it's the influx of anger from us people, which wakes you who have been sleeping for endless years from the ground."

His eyes moved, and he looked at the surroundings that were still continuously rushing towards the entrance where the vast land and reality border, and the degree of madness made the heart chill.

A smile appeared on the face of General Withered Bones: "They just held back for too long, so they are a little happy to see a living person."

"Happy?!" Wang Teng's face showed a hint of astonishment: "I'm afraid no one can accept this level of joy."

Can this be called joy?
Holding swords and long halberds in their hands, these skeleton warriors screamed crazy words like "kill" and "endless battle". Could it be that they are still the customs of endless years ago, and this is how the other party greeted them?

The kind that sees people very excited and wants to give you a knife?
General Withered Bones looked up at the blood-red sky, and sighed: "We are a cursed army, I hope you can give us a death, let our souls be completely peaceful, and return to heaven and earth."

He flicked his wrist, shook the big knife in his hand, and was about to step forward to cut at Wang Teng, Wang Teng, who was still recovering quickly, couldn't help saying: "Curse, what curse?"

This withered bone general seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, and he answered Wang Teng's questions. He stopped and said, "We are a division of hundreds of battles, and the army formation is [-]%. Even those heavenly soldiers and generals We can fight, but unfortunately, we were killed by that person's palm and buried in the ground. We are unwilling. When countless blood and resentment rise to the sky, turning this place into a dead zone and becoming a desperate place, we will be resurrected after death. Ghosts don’t see the sun all year round, so they can only be silent underground.”

Speaking of this, General Withered Bones looked resentful: "We have been betrayed, a total of 200 million troops! 200 million troops were shocked to death by that man's palm, while the immortals in Yuhua Shenchao watched coldly and allowed us to die."

He was standing with a knife in his hand, trembling uncontrollably, even Wang Teng could see the wet eyes.

Withered Bones General sneered.

"I know what they want to do. They want to take the lives of 200 million soldiers who have experienced battle blood as blood sacrifices, hoping to continue the luck of the gods."

He roared up to the sky, with brown blood flowing out of his eyes: "Yuhua Shenchao! You have gone through thousands of years of indestructible desire to ascend the whole country, but in the end it's just a handful of loess turned into dust, Li Si! Did you see that, this is us Allegiance to the gods, this is our emperor!"

Following the loud roar, the withered bone warriors who were crazily flocking towards the interface of reality gradually stopped in their tracks. They all glanced at the withered bone general, and then looked up at the blood-red sky. After a while of silence, they all He raised his sword and roared mournfully.

"I'm unwilling! I'm unwilling! I'm unwilling!"

The tragic breath continued to spread here, and the general withered bones lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)