Mythical Beast Summoner

Everyone in the Hard Armor Sect stopped in unison, then raised their heads and looked at the direction of the distant sound.

I saw a black spot first appeared on the horizon, and then the black spot gradually became larger. In the blink of an eye, I could see the general appearance of the other party. It turned out to be a man in black clothes and a black cloak. Although he couldn't see the opponent's face clearly, the breath released by the opponent was already a saint-level powerhouse.

The faces of the people on the Hard Armored Sect turned gloomy. I didn't expect that the other party was hiding a Saint-level powerhouse. Isn't the strength of both sides restored to the starting point?

The one who regrets the most is like Lin Hai. It turns out that Mo Yunsheng has been bickering with himself and is really delaying time, just waiting for this holy-level powerhouse to come to the rescue.

If he didn't entangle with Mo Yunsheng at first, and directly let the Hard Armor Sect attack as soon as he came up, then the battle might have ended by now, and even if this saint-level powerhouse came, it would be useless. But the good opportunity was missed by his own stupidity, and now he can't wait to give himself a mouth.

Xiang Linhai wanted to rush up and die with Mo Yunsheng, but Yushan saw what he was thinking, and rushed over with a stride, grabbing the impulsive Xiang Linhai.

"Don't be impulsive, since the timing has been missed, it's useless to worry! Let's see how His Majesty Cui Lang is going to deal with it in a while! After all, it's up to the saint-level powerhouse to deal with the saint-level powerhouse!" Yushan advised.

Xiang Linhai hesitated for a while, but finally obeyed Yushan's dissuasion and ordered everyone to stand by.

"Foster father, I'm sorry, it's all my fault! We missed a good opportunity because of my temperament. Please punish me!" Xiang Linhai knelt down on one knee to Xiang Wentian, took the initiative to admit his mistake, and asked Xiang Wentian to punish him .

"It doesn't matter, young people are allowed to make mistakes. Only when they make mistakes can they grow." Xiang Wentian not only did not blame Xiang Lin Hai, but comforted him.

"Father, I..." Xiang Lin Hai felt very uncomfortable. If Xiang Wentian punished him, even if he just scolded him, it would make him feel a lot more comfortable.

"Needless to say, the past is over, prepare for the battle with peace of mind! It's enough to sum up the experience after the battle!" Xiang Wentian patted Xiang Lin Hai on the shoulder without any reproach.

Xiang Lin Hai nodded, and he had already made a secret decision in his heart. After a while, he would not say anything to make Mo Yunsheng feel better.

At this time, the people in black clothes and black capes had already fallen into the ranks of the coalition forces, with a terrifying skull mask on their faces, and the whole person exuded a chill that people dared not look directly at, even Mo Yunsheng and the other three Everyone was silent and did not dare to make a sound.

"It's just a hard armored sect. It's been so long that they can't take it down. They even let them recruit a saint-level strong thug during this period. What do you all eat? What can you expect from you in the future?" Mask The people reprimanded in a deep voice, without saving any face to Mo Yunsheng and the other three.

"Today, I will hold you in line, and they will be handed over to me by the saint-level powerhouses. If the three of you don't take down the Hard Armored Sect today, don't blame me for being rude to you!" The masked man's voice was cold, making Mo Yunsheng three hearts. Some chills.

They originally wanted to let the people behind them send saint-level powerhouses to help, but they didn't expect the saint-level powerhouses to come, but they treated them as their third grandson. Not only did he not look at them directly, but he also yelled at them in front of so many people, without showing any sympathy, so that they couldn't hold their heads up in front of their own people.

On the other hand, on the side of the Hard Armored Sect, who is also a Saint-level powerhouse, Cui Lang is simply not too good. At first, Cui Lang's attitude was a little colder, but he didn't embarrass the hard armored people.

When he learned about the relationship between Li Zhenbang and the Hard Armored Sect, and went around the Hard Armored Sect's treasury again, after picking five treasures, he was no longer indifferent. Anyone from the Hard Armor Sect greets him, he will nod in response, and even smile.

"Hey! Who are you? It's fine if you hide your head and hide your tail and don't dare to show your face. You still have such a big tone! Are you not afraid that they will betray you and stab you in the back?" The crowd came to the front of the Hard Armored Sect and looked at the masked man with disdain.

"You are the holy-level powerhouse they said, right? I advise you to keep your own business, maybe we can chat. If you don't know the current affairs, then don't blame me for being rude! I and the power behind me can be It's not that you can compete with a saint-level powerhouse!" The masked man said arrogantly.

"Master, I've seen crazy people, but I've never seen you so stupid! The power behind you is very powerful, right? Then why did you only send one person? You should send a few more people here. The manpower is not that abundant, right?" Cui Lang raised his eyebrows and cursed unceremoniously.

"To deal with you, I'll just..." Originally, the masked man wanted to ridicule, but he suddenly reacted. The saint-level powerhouse in front of him seemed to have something to say. Could it be that he didn't 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 didn't speak. If there was no mask to block it, he would see that his face was very gloomy at this time. He was thinking about whether Cui Lang was bluffing, or whether he really knew something.

"Who the **** 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 face to ask who others 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 will not be so easy for you to leave!" the masked man threatened.

"Want to keep me? Humph! I want to see, who is the one who left us today!" Although the other party gave Cui Lang an inexplicable sense of danger, he was not an ordinary saint-level powerhouse. The 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? Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster to the Hard Armored Sect?" The masked man continued to threaten.

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

Since Li Zhenbang regained his strength, he felt that his strength not only fully recovered, but also improved a lot than before. It was difficult to have a Saint-level powerhouse as an 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 in his heart. It had been a long time since no one had disobeyed him. He wanted to teach the guy opposite him a lesson.

Neither of the two said a word, and the aura of the Saint-level powerhouse suddenly crushed each other.

The battle between the saint-level powerhouses is not something they can mix in, but the few people who are semi-holy powerhouses have not retreated.

It is very rare for them to observe the battle between saint-level powerhouses as close as possible, and maybe they can benefit from it, and they will be further away from the realm of saint-level powerhouses.

If a semi-sacred powerhouse wants to become a saint-level powerhouse, it is not just about accumulating energy, it needs chance. Opportunity soars one step at a time, and the opportunity is not yet a waste of life.

No one can say what the chance is, even a saint-level powerhouse may not be able to understand it. Because the so-called chance is only 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 deep affection, sophistication, and shortness of parents.

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 aura had a great impact on the several semi-sacred powerhouses who were watching, and all of them grinned and held on.

Fortunately, the momentum of the two is aimed at each other, not at them, otherwise they, these semi-sacred powerhouses, will probably be out of their own way.

Cui Lang and the masked man looked at each other and started almost at the same time. Although the two did not try their best when they came up, they did not attack tentatively.

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

Everyone only felt that the purple light flashed in front of them, and the banging sound of the collision of the flesh came one after another, but they could not see the movements of the two people.

Only the few semi-sacred powerhouses who were a little closer could barely see the battle between Cui Lang and the masked man, while those who were a little further away, like Lin Hai and Yu Shan, could barely keep up with the rhythm, and occasionally saw some movements.

Even so, the battle between Cui Lang and the masked man has benefited them a lot.

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

Cui Lang's clothes were slightly damaged, and he was slightly out of breath. A clearly visible scratch on the masked man's chest showed deep bones, and part of the mask was damaged.

"I thought it was a ruthless character, but it turned out to be just that!" Cui Lang curled his lips in disdain.

After the battle, he could feel that the opponent was a holy warrior with the dark attribute. Compared with other attributes, the dark attribute was more difficult to deal with.

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

Unless both sides fight for their lives, it is hard to say who wins and who loses. If it was just a normal fight, Cui Lang would definitely have the upper hand.

When everyone in the coalition saw this scene, they couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. They didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so strong, and the saint-level powerhouse they sent from their side didn't get any advantage.

"It does have some skills, but it's not enough!" The masked man took off the mask and threw it aside, revealing a disgusting face.