Godly Dragon Guard

After one blow, the Thunder Dragon was defeated, and the black light also collapsed.

Most of the sword light of the Shenfeng Sword Array was defeated, but it was barely supported without collapse.

The strength of the black-robed old man was a bit beyond Shen Lang's imagination, and the strength of the peak of transformation was indeed extraordinary.

Fortunately, there is a huge amount of Yuyang Golden Thunder in the Leize Light Saber, which has a strong restraint effect on the black-robed old man's Shura knife, otherwise Shen Lang may not be able to take the blow so easily.

"No... impossible!"

The black-robed old man paled in horror, unable to accept this fact.

How could a cultivator in the mid-level transforming gods take a full blow and still be safe?

The cultivator at the peak of the ordinary **** transformation is at least two or three times that of the cultivator in the late stage transformation! In addition, his own Shura sword is a medium-grade wild spirit treasure. Although Shen Lang's set of flying swords is powerful, it still does not reach the level of a wild spirit treasure.

This kid is actually able to reverse the huge disadvantages of his cultivation base and magic weapons, and reach the point where he can compete with him?

Not seeing it with my own eyes, I can't believe it.

"This……"

Sun Zihao also stood still on the spot, seriously suspecting that Shen Lang was still not in the middle stage of the transformation.

In the process of Shen Lang's fierce battle with the black-robed old man, Lan Xian'er also shot, and she stunned the eleven restrained cultivators of the **** transformation stage.

I saw that the eleven people fell straight from the sky to the ground. The body of the cultivator in the transformation stage was quite strong, so falling from the sky would not kill them, but some guys with weak physical bodies still fell and vomited blood. .

Lan Xian'er did not take the lives of these eleven cultivators at the transformation stage according to Shen Lang's orders, but these guys were all unconscious and couldn't hinder them.

After cooking the eleven cultivators, Lan Xian'er came to Shen Lang, her pretty face with a hint of playfulness.

The black-robed old man's face is earthy, and he feels a little bad.

Shen Lang glanced at the black-robed old man, and said contemptuously: "Old thing, didn't you just say you want to kill us? Why, why don't you talk now?"

The black-robed old man was sweating on his forehead. He couldn't dream of the strength of the opponent so strong, he could only gritted his teeth and said: "The daoist is amazing, the old man is willing to go down the wind. This is a misunderstanding. no……"

Upon hearing this, the grandson on the side became unhappy and shouted: "Uncle Hei, you are a magnificent cultivator at the peak of God Transformation. You are afraid of what he is doing. Don't tell you that you can't beat him!"

The black-robed old man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he wondered if he could beat him, don't you know?

If it was Shen Lang alone, the black robe old man still had the power to fight, but he had to face a strange Lan Xian'er, and he had no bottom.

"Young Master, don't irritate these two guys with words anymore. Their strength is extraordinary. Even if the old slave can rush to fight with them, there is no way to guarantee your safety, Young Master."

The black-robed old man hurriedly sent out a sound transmission towards Sun Zihao.

"Uncle Hei, how can you grow up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige? Is my grandson greedy for life and fear of death? Today, the lord of the city has to see what this kid is capable of!"

Sun Zihao roared arrogantly. He didn't believe in this evil, so he immediately sacrificed his strongest magic weapon, a blue crystal long sword with a blue cold flame on the hilt. The breath is shocking, and the frost is biting.

"Young Master, don't!"

The black robe old man's face changed, and he was about to step forward to stop him.

"Five-color phantom light!"

Shen Lang saw the right time, and opened his mouth a five-color phantom light, and the electric light and flint hit the black-robed old man.

"what!!!"

The black-robed old man hugged his head and let out a scream, his brain tingling extremely.

Shen Lang's five-color phantom light is not so effective against the cultivators at the peak of the **** of transformation, but it can also make the opponent lose their mobility in a short time.

"Ice Dragon Sword, cut!"

At the same time, Sun Zihao frantically poured a lot of spiritual power into the aquamarine long sword in his hand, and slashed at Shen Lang.

For a time, in the wind and snow, countless ice dragons emerged from the blue crystal-colored long sword in his hand, and blue cold flames appeared on his body, and the air condensed into ice wherever he passed.

The magic weapon in Sun Zihao's hand is also a middle-grade rare treasure, otherwise he would not be able to exert such great power.

But this level of attack is really not worth mentioning in Shen Lang's eyes.

Shen Lang sneered, and continued to mobilize the sword formation of the Shen Feng, sweeping towards the ice dragon with a wave of sword light.

"boom!"

The violent explosion sound followed, and all the ice dragons were swallowed by the golden sword light, easily dissolving Sun Zihao's attack.

The blockbuster Jianguang trapped Sun Zihao tightly and strangled him frantically.

"Hei...Uncle Hei, save me!"

Sun Zihao was so scared that his scalp was numb, but the uncle Hei in his mouth was still holding his head and screaming, as if he had been hit by some kind of spiritual attack, and his fighting power was zero.

Lan Xian'er tied the black robe old man's body with the cloud swallowing lock.

The huge power gap made the point of Sun Zihao's arrogance disappeared. He hurriedly set up the aquamarine long sword in his hand to resist the sword light from all directions.

"Dao... Fellow Daoist, please! You can't kill me. I am the son of the city lord of Tiannan City. If you kill me, my father Feihu will never let you go!"

Sun Zihao trembled with fright and let out a hysterical roar.

"Young City Lord has a hard backstage, this son can't afford to offend. I won't kill you, but I can give you a big gift!"

Shen Langyin sneered, and the sound transmission instructed Lan Xianer to control Sun Zihao.

Lan Xian'er immediately displayed the illusion domain, under the envelope of the illusion domain, Sun Tzu screamed sternly and lost the ability to resist.

Shen Lang retracted the sword formation and flew directly in front of Sun Zihao. Apart from anything else, he slapped Sun Zihao's face fiercely!

"Snapped!"

A clear applause sounded.

"what!"

Sun Zihao let out a scream of ghost cry and wolf howling, vomiting blood, and a few fangs fell.

What a slap is this, it's like a huge meteor hammer hit it!

"This is the gift from Lao Tzu!"

Shen Lang grinned and slapped Sun Zihao's face again.

This is not over yet.

"Flap! Pop! Pop!"

Shen Lang slapped his chin for more than thirty consecutive times. The face of his grandson Hao was swollen like a pig's head, and a lot of blood was gushing out of his mouth, nose and ears.

Sun Zihao was tossed and almost fainted, his face was filled with boundless fear, and he wondered if his face had been slapped off by Shen Lang's slap.

After beating Sun Zihao, Shen Lang continued to beat the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man was beaten even more miserably, his ribs were broken and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

After doing these things, Shen Lang and Lan Xian'er tied the two hapless guys under a big tree with a cloud-tunneling lock.

All the cultivators in the transformation stage were resolved, Shen Lang, Lan Xian'er and the unconscious Xiaodie continued to sit on Ziyunzhang and flew towards the distant horizon.