Godly Dragon Guard

Fairy Jinghong said coldly: "The matter of Emperor Xuan is the matter of my Tianshui Continent's royal family. Of course the things of Emperor Xuan are those of the Tianshui Continent's royal family. When will it be your turn to interrupt? Emperor, will Profound Emperor be with you inferior monster beasts?"

"You!" Meier's pretty face was green and white, and she was speechless.

The wind attack caught Mei'er, biting her silver teeth, and restraining her great anger in her heart.

The hundred big monsters behind were all angered and angry.

Shen Lang's heart also filled with anger, if it weren't for the difference in his own strength, he would want to go up and beat this woman.

Fairy Jinghong glanced at Shen Lang, and said coldly, "Boy, since you have such a connection with Emperor Xuan, you will not bully you and take Qi Xuan Qin away. No matter what your status is, you have killed my son. It's a fact, capital crimes can be avoided, living crimes cannot escape!"

"Dare to ask Senior Jinghong what do you want to do?" Shen Lang suppressed his anger and asked blankly.

Fairy Jinghong said calmly: "It's very simple. I will give you two options. First, I promise not to kill you, but you must go to Tianshui Continent with me. Since I am the descendant of Emperor Xuan, I cannot leave you alone. It will teach you well."

"Hahaha, enlightenment? Jinghong Huanglianpo, don't let people laugh out loud. Look at what the scum son you taught is like, and you have the face to say such things." Feng Xi sneered.

Fairy Jinghong burst into flames, and said angrily: "If the wind strikes, you'll be tricky."

"How about the second?" Shen Lang asked indifferently.

Fairy Jinghong said with a gloomy look: "The second way depends on your ability. Boy, you and my general in Tianshui Continent, Lu Ming, have a fight. If you win, you will be admitted as Emperor Xuan. Heirs, and don’t embarrass you anymore. If you lose, you must be planted by this queen and brought back to Tianshui Continent."

Hua Ziling was shocked. Forbidden magic was not a joke. If Shen Lang was planted forbidden magic by Fairy Jinghong, he would really become a slave to the other party and let him slaughter him!

Lu Ming, dressed in a python robe, immediately took a step forward and stared at Shen Lang with a gloomy look.

In other words, Liu Tianqi's master is Lu Ming. When his disciple died tragically, Lu Ming's resentment towards Shen Lang was not much worse than Fairy Jinghong.

Before Shen Lang could speak, Feng Xi frowned and said, "Jing Hong, did you say that on purpose? Your general in Tianshui Continent is not only in the late Yuan Ying, but also second only to you in strength. Shen Lang is nothing but yours. Yuan Ying’s mid-term cultivation base, this is too unfair!"

Fairy Jinghong narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "This kid named Shen Lang keeps saying that he is the descendant chosen by Emperor Xuan. What kind of amazing genius Xuan Emperor is, I don’t need to say more about the descendants of Emperor Xuan. Outstanding. If this kid can't even beat the great general of my Tianshui Continent, is he still worthy of being called the descendant of Emperor Profound Emperor?"

"The empress is right, let this kid come out for a fight!"

"The Profound Emperor's descendant and the monster beast are ridiculous! Let's come out for a battle and speak with strength."

The cultivators in the Tianshui Continent screamed one after another, showing disdain.

Fengxiu and Meierxiu frowned, and Fairy Jinghong was indeed sinister and cunning, and a single sentence brought the rhythm to them, making them wonder how to refute.

"This……"

Hua Ziling's pretty face was stiff, and the other party's hatred seemed to be all on Shen Lang, as if she had nothing to do with her.

Shen Lang glanced at Fairy Jinghong, and said calmly: "Okay, the junior promised this second condition, but there is one thing I want Senior Jinghong to agree to."

Fairy Jinghong narrowed his eyes: "Boy, do you dare to make terms with Ben?"

"It's not a condition. The younger generation lost the nine-handed magic weapon flying sword and was snatched by Daoist Liu Tianqi's Yuan Ying. Shen just wanted to get back my own magic weapon before the duel." Shen Lang was not indifferent. Said.

As soon as the words came out, the wind attack immediately sneered: "Jinghong, this time is Shen Lang's own magic weapon, not the property of Emperor Xuan. You, the monk in the early stage of transforming the gods, will not covet something of a junior?"

Fairy Jinghong had a sullen face, and with a wave of his sleeves, nine golden flying swords flew towards Shen Lang without rush.

I'm afraid that if she doesn't return the things to Shen Lang, the demon girl will blacken herself endlessly when the wind strikes, and Fairy Jinghong's ears will almost become calluses.

Shen Lang noticed that the spirit of the nine-handed Leize splitting lightsaber had not dissipated. When his spirit moved, the nine-handed flying sword immediately psyched and revolved around him.

After all, Lei Ze's Light Sword was refined with Shen Lang's essence and blood, and of course the spirit above it was not easy to dissipate. Although it has been lost for a year, the flying sword's aura has not diminished at all, and it can be used directly as a defense against enemies without refining.

Shen Lang was secretly happy that the magic weapon that had been lost for so long finally returned to his own hands.

The reason why he asked Fairy Jinghong to return Lei Ze's lightsaber was not just his apparent intention. The main reason is that there are traces of his own spirit on this Lei Ze splitting lightsaber, and the opponent can track his position through this.

Shen Lang didn't want to expose his position all the time in the future.

General Lu Ming became a little impatient and exclaimed: "Boy, your requirements for the empress have been met. You can always start a duel now, right?"

"This is natural, so fellow Daoists have been waiting for a long time." Shen Lang smiled lightly and slightly pushed Hua Ziling away from him, soaring forward.

"Shen Lang, you..." Hua Ziling seemed to have something to say.

Shen Lang said in a voice transmission: "You go down first and just look aside."

Hua Ziling gritted her teeth and had to fly back, feeling a little uncomfortable, feeling like she was playing soy sauce, and she said nicely, but she couldn't help Shen Lang a little, and she couldn't help feeling sad.

Shen Lang and Lu Ming each took one side, the monks of the Tianshui Continent and the Great Demon of the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons consciously stepped back and gave way to an area.

Dueling is a common occurrence in the world of immortality, and it is also the most direct and effective way to solve problems.

The Yaozu actually prefers duels to solve problems, but the difference in realm cultivation between Shen Lang and Lu Ming is not a little bit. Many big monsters who have some friendship with Shen Lang sweat for him.

"Brother Shen, win this game, brother, I will give you a celebration banquet, and you will be drunk!" Feng Huo roared first.

Feng Lei also shouted: "Brother Shen, with your strength, defeating this person is easy! Let these ignorant Tianshui Continent cultivators know how good you are."

Immediately afterwards, a group of demon cultivators also shouted loudly, cheering for Shen Lang.

Upon seeing this, the cultivator of the Yuan Ying stage on the Tianshui Continent was unwilling to show weakness, and called out.

"Master, kill this beast!"

Liu Tianqi didn't know when he woke up from a coma, and then yelled. He really couldn't understand Shen Lang's pretense.

Lu Ming stared at Shen Lang on the opposite side, and said contemptuously: "Boy, since you promised a duel, you must be prepared. If you are defeated physically, don't blame the old man for being cruel!"

Shen Lang shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face: "Of course I know that it's not normal to die in a duel, but it's not necessarily me who died."