Meng Chen was shocked. If he had not dodged in time, he would have been seriously injured by the sword.

Xiao Yicheng, who had just survived the disaster, looked around for someone who could have saved him.

A tall figure fell down, wearing red-gold armor. The golden sword returned to his hand. As he swung it, sword energy burst out and slashed towards Meng Chen.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp sword swept over, carrying a sharp aura, and slashed straight towards his body.

Outside his body, lightning and thunder danced like silver snakes, and the violent energy shattered the raging sword energy.

As soon as this person arrived, Meng Chen felt a strong sense of oppression. The terrifying power made him feel a little afraid.

The three Sanxuantian monks who were defeated by Meng Chen saw the person coming and hurried forward.

"Long Teng, this man killed Chi Hao!"

"Long Teng, this boy is a strong enemy, we can't let him stay!"

……

They all had solemn expressions on their faces, and their resentment towards Meng Chen was almost solidified.

Long Teng had an indifferent expression, with a golden mask covering his eyes, which covered his eyes and added a sense of mystery, making people feel fearful.

He said coldly: "Xiao Yicheng? Where is the token?"

Wu Hao and Zhou Quan were extremely weak, and when they heard the man's question, they became instantly anxious.

Zhou Quan looked at Xiao Yicheng who was sitting in the distance and said, "Xiaocheng! No, you can't give the token to him! If they win the first stage, we will definitely lose in the second stage with our current strength!"

Wu Hao also had a sad face: "Xiao Yicheng! If you still have a little conscience, don't give the token to him!"

When Xiao Yicheng heard the shout, he glanced at them and then looked away, then began to untie the storage bag.

The three people from the Sanxuan Heaven Realm respected Long Teng so much, and the other party's status was extraordinary. He no longer had the opportunity to return to the East Phoenix Territory, so he could only hold on to this thigh. He quickly took out the storage bag and handed the token inside to Long Teng.

Zhou Quan and Wu Hao opened their eyes wide, their eyes were bloodshot, and their eyes were full of regret and anger.

Long Teng lowered his eyes, and his indifferent gaze swept across the storage bag. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and the golden sword was already on Xiao Yicheng's neck.

"No token, are you kidding me?"

Seeing the cold words and the sword full of murderous intent, Xiao Yicheng could clearly sense that if he could not give him a satisfactory explanation, he would die in the next moment!
His face was full of disbelief. He opened the storage bag and wanted to take out the token inside. However, after opening the storage bag, there was only some sundries inside, and no trace of the token.

Xiao Yichen's face became increasingly pale, completely bloodless, even turning black and blue, like a dead person.

"No... Impossible! All eleven tokens should be in here, why are they gone? Why?"

As he said these words, the sword in Long Teng's hand slashed across his neck, and his head rolled to the ground, his soul shattered in an instant.

Xiao Yicheng died just like that, which made Meng Chen on the opposite side frown. It was too easy for him to die like this, but it was a pity that it was not something he could control.

Zhou Quan, Wu Hao and others did not feel sad when they saw Xiao Yicheng's death. Instead, they felt like they had survived a calamity.

Meng Chen had been watching them since Xiao Yicheng's death. They could sense the strong gaze. When they met Meng Chen's eyes, they felt a burning sensation on their faces.

They framed and excluded Meng Chen, kept a traitor by their side, and continued to protect him. Such foolish and stupid things really made them lose face, and they wished they could find a hole to crawl into.

Meng Chen admired their shameful look for a few seconds and then retracted his gaze. For these people, Meng Chen felt disgusted if he looked at them for more than two times. The key point was that there was an extremely dangerous existence on the opposite side. Long Teng was even stronger than Chi Hao, not to mention it was a four-to-one situation!

Meng Chen faced the four cultivators from the Three Profound Heaven Realm head-on with a deep gaze, showing no intention of retreating at all.

Long Teng raised his eyebrows, and his murderous aura and fighting spirit became stronger.

The other three were also ready to fight, and the energy from their cultivation continued to radiate.

Meng Chen stared at them and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you dare to challenge me in a one-on-one fight?"

The four of them were all stunned. They originally thought that the other party would say harsh words or scold them, but they didn't expect that they would make such a request.

Among them, the monk with his upper body naked said disdainfully: "Are you kidding me? It would be great if we could crush you to death four to one. Why would we have to play a one-on-one duel with you?"

The two people beside him sneered, their eyes full of contempt and disdain.

Meng Chen didn't pay attention to them, but kept staring at Long Teng.

This guy is wearing a cool battle armor, and he is a habitual pretentious person. Now that he has proposed a duel, how can he refuse? If he refuses, where will he put his face?
"What? Don't you dare?" Meng Chen added fuel to the fire.

The monk with his upper body naked said disdainfully: "Do you think we are crazy? Stop saying such ridiculous things!"

When he said this, Long Teng's cold gaze fell on him. Although he was wearing a golden eye mask, the oppressive feeling was not reduced at all.

He stammered, "Long Teng, there is no need for us to fight him. After we win the first stage, there will naturally be a duel."

Long Teng snorted coldly: "Is there any difference between killing him now and later? Since he has proposed it, why not fulfill his dying wish?"

The three of them had complicated expressions when they heard this, but they soon calmed down.

What Long Teng said was true. There was actually no difference between letting Meng Chen die now and later. Long Teng was invincible, especially in the basic four realms!

They quietly retreated to the back, apparently agreeing with Long Teng's decision to fight him one-on-one.

A hint of secret joy flashed in Meng Chen's eyes. At the same time, he began to continuously push forward his cultivation and improve his condition, not daring to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

Zhou Quan, Wu Hao and the others slowly stood up and retreated awkwardly, probably preparing to run away. Meng Chen didn't care about that and didn't even give them a spare glance.

After the three of them got up in a panic, they bowed deeply to Meng Chen.

Meng Chen exclaimed: "I'm not dead yet! Are you sick?"

Zhou Quan was a little embarrassed and said bitterly: "We just want to express our apologies to you. Sorry!"

Meng Chen didn't care: "Go away! Don't annoy me here!"

The three of them were scolded by Meng Chen and did not dare to show any temper, and hurriedly retreated to the back.

The golden sword in Long Teng's hand was flashing with golden divine light, and the sharp and unparalleled sword energy gathered, making bursts of buzzing sounds.

"What's your name?" Long Teng looked down at him with a condescending attitude.

"Meng Chen!" Meng Chen didn't waste any words. Thunder gathered on his body, and the thunder spear was accumulated in his hand. He took the lead in attacking Long Teng.

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