Beast Summoner

Everyone in the Hard Armor Sect stopped in unison, then raised their heads and looked at the direction where the sound came from in the distance.

I saw a black dot first appear on the horizon, and then the black dot gradually became larger. In the blink of an eye, I could see the general appearance of the other party clearly. It turned out to be a person dressed in black and wearing a black cloak. Although the other party's face could not be seen clearly,

The aura released by the other party was already that of a saint-level powerhouse.

The faces of the people on the Hard Armor Sect's side turned gloomy. Unexpectedly, the other side actually hid a saint-level strongman. Then wouldn't the strength of both parties have returned to the starting point?

The one who regretted the most was Xiang Lin Hai. It turned out that Mo Yunsheng was really stalling for time by bickering with him, just waiting for this saint-level powerhouse to come to the rescue.

If he had not entangled with Mo Yunsheng at the beginning and let the Hard Armor Sect attack as soon as he came up, the battle might have been over by now, and even if this saint-level powerhouse arrived by then, it would have been of no help. But it was a good thing.

The opportunity was missed by his own stupidity, and now he wanted to give himself a slap in the face.

Xiang Linhai wanted to rush forward and die together with Mo Yunsheng, but Yushan saw what he was thinking, rushed over, and grabbed the impulsive Xiang Linhai.

"Don't be impulsive. Since the opportunity has been missed, there is no point in being anxious! Let's see how Cui Langmian plans to deal with it later! We still have to rely on saint-level powerhouses to deal with it!" Yushan advised.

Xiang Linhai hesitated for a moment, but finally listened to Yushan's dissuasion and ordered everyone to stay put.

"Father, I'm sorry, it's all my fault! Because of my impulsiveness, we missed the opportunity, please punish me!" Xiang Linhai knelt down on one knee in front of Xiang Wentian, proactively admitted his mistake, and asked Xiang Wentian to punish him.

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"It doesn't matter. Young people are allowed to make mistakes. Only by making mistakes can they grow." Xiang Wentian not only did not blame Xiang Linhai, but comforted him.

"Father, I..." Xiang Linhai felt very uncomfortable. If Xiang Wentian punished him, even if he just scolded him, it would make him feel much better.

"Needless to say, what is in the past is in the past. Prepare for war with peace of mind! Just sum up your experience after the battle!" Xiang Wentian patted Xiang Linhai on the shoulder without any blame.

Xiang Linhai nodded, and had already secretly made up his mind. The war would begin soon, and he would not make Mo Yunsheng feel better at all.

At this time, the man in black clothes and cloak had fallen into the ranks of the coalition forces. He wore a terrifying skull mask on his face, and his whole person exuded a chill that made people dare not look directly. Even Mo Yunsheng and the three of them

Everyone was as silent as a cicada and dared not speak out.

"It's just a Hard Armor Sect. They couldn't take it down for so long. They even asked them to recruit a strong saint-level thug during this period. What do you do for so many people? What can I expect you to do in the future?" Mask

The man scolded in a deep voice, not giving any face to Mo Yunsheng and the other three.

"I will hold the battle for you today, and leave their saint-level powerhouses to me. If the three of you don't take down the Hard Armor Sect today, don't blame me for being rude to you!" The masked man's voice was cold, which made Mo Yunsheng and the others feel nervous.

Some chills.

They originally thought of asking the people behind them to send a saint-level powerhouse to help. Unexpectedly, the saint-level powerhouse came, but instead treated them like their third grandson. Not only did they not look at them seriously, but they also did so in front of so many people.

They yelled at them without showing any mercy, making them unable to hold their heads high in front of their own people.

On the other hand, the Hard Armor Sect, who was also a saint-level powerhouse, Cui Lang, was simply too nice. At first, Cui Lang's attitude was a little cold, but he did not embarrass the Hard Armor Sect's people.

When he learned about the relationship between Li Zhenbang and the Hard Armor Sect, and walked around the Hard Armor Sect's treasure house and selected five treasures, he was no longer indifferent. Who from the Hard Armor Sect greeted him?

He would nod in response and even smile.

"Hey! Who are you? Even if you hide your head and don't dare to show your face, you still have such a loud tone! Aren't you afraid that they will betray you and stab you in the back?" Cui Lang walked out carelessly while picking his ears.

The crowd came to the front of the Hard Armor Sect's formation and looked at the masked man with disdain.

"You are the saint-level powerhouse they are talking about, right? I advise you to mind your own business, and maybe we can have a chat. If you don't understand current affairs, then don't blame me for being rude! The power behind me and I can be

You, a saint-level powerhouse, can't compete with you!" The masked man said arrogantly.

"Uncle, I have seen crazy and violent people, but I have never seen such a fool as you! The power behind you is very powerful, right? Then why did you only send you alone? You should send a few more people.

! The manpower is not that abundant, right?" Cui Lang raised his eyebrows and cursed unceremoniously.

"To deal with you, I will just..." The masked man originally wanted to taunt, but he suddenly realized that the saint-level powerhouse in front of him seemed to have something in his words. Did he know something?

"What do you know?" the masked man asked in a deep voice.

"I know much more than you think!" Cui Lang replied mysteriously.

The masked man did not speak. If there was no mask blocking it, you would have seen that his face was very gloomy at this time. He was considering whether Cui Lang was bluffing or whether he really knew something.

"Who are you?" The masked man narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

"Who are you? You don't even dare to show your true face, and you still have the nerve to ask others who they are?" Cui Lang curled his lips in disdain.

"If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened. If you really force me to do it, it won't be that easy for you to leave!" the masked man threatened.

"Want to keep me? Humph! I want to see which of us will keep which today!" Although the other party gave Cui Lang an inexplicable sense of danger, he was not an ordinary saint-level powerhouse.

Danger will only make him more excited, and it is not certain who will win or lose!

"That means we don't have to talk anymore? Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster to the Hard Armor Sect?" The masked man continued to threaten.

"If I kill you, the disaster will be theirs!" Cui Lang licked his lips, and the fighting spirit in his heart was already burning.

Since Li Zhenbang regained his strength, he felt that not only had his strength been completely restored, but it had also improved a lot compared to before. It was not easy to have a saint-level powerhouse as his opponent, and he was eager to see how far his strength had reached.

Seeing that Cui Lang had no intention of retreating, the masked man was also furious. It had been a long time since anyone had disobeyed him. He wanted to teach the guy on the other side some lessons, and it just so happened that the people of the Hard Armor Sect could see what would happen if he disobeyed him!

Neither of the two people spoke. The saint-level strong man suddenly crushed the opponent with his momentum. The Hard Armor Sect and the coalition forces all retreated far away in unison.

The battle between saint-level powerhouses was no longer something they could interfere with, but the few who were semi-holy powerhouses did not retreat.

It is very rare for them to observe the battles between saint-level powerhouses as close as possible. Maybe they can benefit from this, and they will be one step closer to the realm of saint-level powerhouses.

If a semi-saint strong person wants to become a saint-level strong person, it is not just a matter of accumulating energy. It requires opportunities. Once the opportunity comes, he will ascend in one step, but before the opportunity comes, it will be wasted in a lifetime.

No one can say what opportunity is, even a saint-level expert may not be able to explain it clearly. Because the so-called opportunity is just a moment of enlightenment, it may be the laws of heaven and earth, the change of time, the birth and death of all things, or it may be

As long as you understand the deep feelings, the sophistication of people, and the shortcomings of parents, it will naturally come to light.

Neither Cui Lang nor the masked man could suppress the other in terms of momentum, and their influence on each other was almost negligible. However, the leaked momentum had a great impact on the few semi-saints who were watching, and they all grinned and held on.

With.

Fortunately, the momentum of the two of them was aimed at each other, not them, otherwise they, the powerful semi-saints, would have made a fool of themselves.

Cui Lang and the masked man looked at each other and started to activate almost at the same time. Although the two of them did not try their best, they did not make any tentative attacks.

Neither of them used weapons, it was all a pure physical energy contest. The two of them fought from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky to the ground.

Everyone could only feel the purple light flashing in front of their eyes, and the banging sounds of flesh colliding one after another, but they could not see clearly the movements of the two people.

Only the semi-saints who were slightly closer could barely see the battle between Cui Lang and the masked man by concentrating their concentration. Xiang Linhai and Yushan who were further away could barely keep up with the rhythm and occasionally saw some actions.

Despite this, Cui Lang's battle with the masked man has also benefited them a lot.

The battle started quickly and ended very quickly. The two people in the sky collided with each other again, and then retreated to their respective camps.

Cui Lang's clothes were slightly damaged and he was slightly out of breath. There was a clearly visible scratch on the masked man's chest that was deep into the bone, and the mask was also partially damaged.

"I thought he was some ruthless character, but it turned out to be just that!" Cui Lang curled his lips disdainfully.

After the fight, he could feel that the opponent was a holy warrior with dark attributes. The dark attributes were more difficult to deal with than other attributes. They were difficult to get rid of once they got stuck, but their explosive power was much lower.

For a saint-level powerhouse like Cui Lang who is known for his recovery ability, it is not difficult to deal with a saint-level powerhouse with dark attributes.

Unless both sides risk their lives, it's hard to say who will win. If it were just a normal fight, Cui Lang would definitely have the upper hand.

Everyone in the coalition forces couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when they saw this scene. They didn't expect that the other party was so strong, and the saint-level strongman sent by them didn't get any benefits.

"There is indeed some ability, but it's not enough!" The masked man took off the mask and threw it aside, revealing a stomach-churning face.