Godly Dragon Guard

Since ancient times, there has been an unwritten rule that unless the two continents go to war, unless the difference in strength is too great, it is not a last resort, and they will not rush up to fight with each other.

The two sides are more willing to fight in the least loss way, that is, the high-level of the two sides fight for life and death, and the loser quits by himself.

This kind of fighting is even more tragic for the cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage, at least half of them will be killed or injured.

The overall strength of a continent does not depend on the total number of cultivators, but depends on how many high-level cultivators there are, and how many primordial cultivators there are.

If the Nascent Soul monk on one continent is defeated, it is basically the same as defeat.

"Well, then our two parties will each send out personnel to conduct the first duel. The duel must be fair and not break the rules." Zhang Daoling said lightly.

Wang Wenshan sneered and said: "This is natural! I am not as sinister and cunning as the monks in Yunjian Continent. Let's go to war!"

Zhang Daoling and Wang Wenshan issued military orders at the same time, and the monks behind the two sides waved their flags and shouted, fighting like thunder.

"The guys in Beilu can't be underestimated. The first battle is about morale, so I must win it!" Wang Wenshan said to a burly man behind him.

"Leader rest assured, Zhu will live up to his trust!" The burly man clasped his fists, and then rushed out of the crowd on a tiger eagle of the seventh-order peak to the center of the battlefield.

The burly man was named Zhu Yuanqing, and his cultivation at the peak of Yuanying's early stage was only a little short of entering the middle stage. He was the strongest early Yuanying cultivator on the east side. The Donglin monk sent this person to fight, and naturally he also attached great importance to this first battle.

"Friend Daoist Shen, I'll beg you for the first battle." Zhang Daoling said in a deep voice toward Shen Lang.

"Good." Shen Lang nodded slightly.

"Be careful in everything." Su Ruoxue said softly, with a hint of worry on her pretty face.

Although she didn't doubt Shen Lang's strength, the Donglin monks must have come prepared and could only pray silently that nothing went wrong.

"Do not worry."

Shen Lang's self-confidence, then turned into a escape light and flew to the center of the battlefield.

Before the two armies, Shen Lang and Zhu Yuanqing looked at each other, their swords drawn.

The atmosphere instantly turned white-hot, and the drums of battle between the two sides were thunderous and exciting!

The monks from both sides focused on Shen Lang and Zhu Yuanqing, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

Zhu Yuanqing was riding a tiger eagle, standing in front of the formation, staring at Shen Lang with arrogance, and said contemptuously: "Boy, are you my opponent? Sign up!"

Shen Lang stood with his hand in his hand and sneered: "Want me to be a big name? You are afraid that you don't have that qualification yet."

"Hahaha, the little trash fish dare to be so rampant! Isn't it possible that you monks from Yunjian Beilu have no one else? It is ridiculous to send an unknown boy to a duel with me!" Zhu Yuanqing laughed wildly.

Shen Lang didn't get angry but laughed, taunting: "Then let me, an unknown person, get rid of your clamoring garbage!"

Zhu Yuanqing jumped into thunder and roared wildly: "Die to me!"

As soon as the roar fell, Zhu Yuanqing rose up from the tiger eagle's back, offering a fiery red orb with a ferocious expression and threw it into the sky.

Zhu Yuanqing madly infiltrated spiritual power into the orb.

I saw that fiery red orb released a dazzling brilliance in an instant, as dazzling as the scorching sun, the scorching fire spirit power swept all over the place, and the air instantly became hot and unbearable.

"Wow!"

Feeling the extremely overbearing fire spirit power in the fiery red orb, the Nascent Soul monk in front of the Hokuriku formation was in a commotion.

"Gubaoxuan Fireball!" Old Demon Fengyue frowned slightly and recognized the orb that Zhu Yuanqing had sacrificed.

"It's actually this treasure! It seems that this Donglin man is really prepared. It seems that Fellow Shen Daoist will be a little struggling." Gu Tianning on the side also frowned.

The Profound Fire Orb is also a top-level fire-attribute ancient treasure handed down in ancient times. Although its power is not as powerful as the pseudo-precious spirit treasure, it is not much different.

Old Demon Feng Yue sneered: "Huh, who is struggling is not sure. If it is an ordinary cultivator in the early Yuan Ying period, he will definitely not be able to take the blow of the Profound Fire Orb. However, this Donglin man is also unlucky. The first encounter is Taoist Shen Lang. ."

Seeing that Fengyue Old Demon was so confident in Shen Lang, a group of Nascent Soul monks in Beilu also showed their curiosity.

Although Shen Lang was praised to the sky, after all, his all kinds of basics were just rumors, including the previous confrontation with Feng Yue Old Demon was just a discussion, not a real record.

There are only a few Yuan Yingji monks who have seen Shen Lang's strength with their own eyes. Everyone still has some doubts about Shen Lang's strength.

"Xuanhuozhu, go!" Zhu Yuanqing shouted violently.

The Profound Fire Bead, shining like a scorching sun, suddenly turned into a hundred-meter-long fire dragon, attacking Shen Lang like thunder.

A thick golden fire burned on the fire dragon's body, extremely powerful and overbearing, the air was twisted in bursts wherever it passed, and the hot airflow made it hard to breathe.

Promoting the Xuanhuozhu with a full blow, almost drew out nearly half of Zhu Yuanqing's spiritual power. Zhu Yuanqing showed a hideous look, he was full of confidence in his attack.

Don't say it is the early Yuan Ying cultivator, even the middle Yuan Ying cultivator can hardly take the full blow of this Profound Fire Orb.

When Zhu Yuanqing came up, he zoomed in on his moves, just to achieve the effect of killing Shen Lang in one hit. Even if it can't be killed in a second, he thinks that he can at least fight this kid half-dead, and give Mawei to the scum of Beilu!

Unfortunately, the ideas are beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

"Nine Li sword formation, open!"

Shen Lang's face was solemn, and he spurred the sword formation at the fastest speed. The nine-handled Lei Ze splitting lightsaber condensed the whole body and turned into eighty-one sword lights.

He knew that Zhu Yuanqing's attack was very powerful. If he only used the sky blue divine sand, it would be difficult to withstand the fire dragon's blow, so he didn't dare to keep it, and directly urged the sword formation to defend against the enemy.

"Swish swish!"

A large amount of golden sword light was like a lightning storm, strangling towards the incoming fire dragon, and the dense jade sun golden thunder flickered continuously, and the thunder was shaking.

next moment.

"boom!"

The lightning storm formed by the sword formation hit the fire dragon, making a huge explosion, and even a mushroom cloud rose in the sky, and a suffocating heat wave spread to the surroundings.

The cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage in front of both sides urged the body protection aura to resist the impact of the heat wave.

After one blow, Shen Lang was intact, his body was wrapped in the sky blue divine sand, and eighty-one sword lights were recovered, spinning around him at high speed, gorgeous and dazzling.

On the contrary, Zhu Yuanqing on the offensive side was affected by the explosion, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth and his face as earthy.

"Wow!"

This shocking scene caused stormy waves to be set off in the hearts of the Yuan Yingqi high-level leaders of both sides before the battle.

"Sword formation?"

The cultivator of the Beilu Yuanying Period saw that what Shen Lang had just displayed was a sword formation. It was incredible to be able to sacrifice the sword formation at such a fast speed.

"This... this is impossible!"

Zhu Yuanqing's eyes were wide open. He originally imagined that he would kill Shen Lang with a single blow, but he never thought that this little-known kid was so powerful.