Godly Dragon Guard

"hiss!"

The Mahayana old man wearing a hosta showed a trace of pain on his face, and he immediately retracted his huge palm and turned it into a normal palm.

I saw a large amount of blood gushing out of the old man's right palm, and the blood flow continued. There was a hollow wound in the palm of the palm, which was injured by Shen Lang!

"This is impossible!"

Seeing his own blow not only didn't make any achievements, but was injured by the opponent, the old host couldn't believe his eyes.

How can a monk in the mere integration period have such a powerful strength?

Seeing that Shen Lang could really hurt the Mahayana monks, several young masters and young ladies of the Kyushu imperial clan were really shocked, and they couldn't think of any words to describe Shen Lang.

"Hahaha, the Mahayana monk of the Guiming Sect, I don't think so!"

Shen Lang laughed loudly, and the Nine Stars Swords swirled around him like a rainbow-colored halo.

Hearing the harsh laughter, the hostess old man became angry from embarrassment, and his anger was filled with smoke.

"court death!"

The other white-haired old man was out of anger and was about to shoot.

Shen Lang sneered: "The two seniors are really good at it. When dealing with a small fit cultivator of me, they still have to be two opponents to one? You are not afraid to laugh at others when they spread out?"

Said these words purely to excite the hostess old man.

Shen Lang also knew himself well. With his strength, he might be able to fight the early Mahayana monks, but at most he would fight with one early Mahayana cultivator, and he would definitely die if they encountered two of them.

If you can defeat a Mahayana monk first, and then face another Mahayana monk, even if you lose, there is great hope for escape.

"Brother retired, and let me personally kill this yellow-haired boy!"

The hostess elder stopped in front of the white-haired elder, his anger in his heart had already swelled to the extreme, his face twisted and said: "Yellow-haired boy, as you wish, if you don’t smash you into pieces today, the old man is not worthy of being this ghostly elder. Zu!"

As soon as the voice fell, the hostess old man pushed out his palms with a gloomy expression, two black pillars of fire gushing out of his palms, attacking Shen Lang with lightning and thunder.

"hiss!"

Shen Lang's cold hair stood up, and the black flame was extremely terrifying. If he relied on other supernatural powers, he would be hard to resist.

At this stage, facing the Mahayana monks, Shen Lang only had the magical power of the Jiuyou Sword Array on the stage. Transforming into a golden-eyed stone ape may be stronger, but there are huge hidden dangers.

He wouldn't do it as a last resort.

"Nine You Sword Formation, block me!"

With a loud shout, Shen Lang's Nine Stars Swords shattered the original space, forming a circular sword shadow space, which was used as a shield by Shen Lang and blocked in front of him.

"Boom boom boom!"

The terrifying black pillar of fire bombarded the sword shadow space, making violent roars one after another, and the space was blown into gaps.

Seeing that Shen Lang's weird supernatural powers could directly resist his own sky-yin ghost fire, the hostess elder was shocked, and then his face was extremely grim: "My ancestor wants to see how long you can last!"

As a Mahayana monk, the hostess elders can naturally see that the magical powers Shen Lang has displayed have a trace of powerful power that can change the power of space, and even have some shadows of the profound domain, which is incredible!

The hostess old man couldn't believe that it was really the Profound Realm, but such a powerful supernatural power must be supported by extremely large spiritual power! He decided that this kid would not last long.

Shen Lang tried his best to prop up the sword shadow space to continuously resist the fire pillar's attack, occasionally a few black flames splashed on him, all being resisted by the mixed vitality hood condensed in front of him.

The two held a stalemate in this way for half a minute, and the hostess old man's face gradually became gloomy, thinking that it was really strange. In theory, it is impossible for a monk in the fit period to have such a huge spiritual power.

He also didn't see Shen Lang absorbing the yin spirit power in the air. How could this kid survive now?

Niu Feng Fu'er and the others were also dumbfounded, it was hard to imagine how Shen Lang did it.

Tianyou's complexion on the back of the corpse Kun was so gloomy, the stronger Shen Lang became, the more jealous he was, wishing these two Mahayana monks would kill Shen Lang!

The black-robed old man beside him was shocked, and he was waiting for the best time to take action. Once Shen Lang is life-threatening, he will definitely give a helping hand to make this kid grateful, and when the time comes, the Heavenly Ghost Clan will justify his friendship.

Before that, the old man in black robes still wanted to see Shen Lang's strength, and the disciple he had taught was against the sky!

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosion and roar continued, and the sword shadow space was still as solid as a rock, continuing to resist the ghost fire of the sky released by the old hosta.

Shen Lang could hold it, but his expression was a bit ugly.

Although the physical energy of the five elements brought him a steady stream of spiritual power, his cultivation was only in the early stage of integration, and the recovery of the spiritual power of the five elements was slightly less than the spiritual power consumed to maintain the operation of the Nine Nether Sword Array.

The Nine Nether Sword Array is powerful, and the spiritual power it consumes is also terrifying. Shen Lang could only extract the nine-color divine light from time to time and transform it into spiritual power to supplement consumption.

"Senior, your supernatural power seems to be insufficient, why don't you try a stronger one?" Shen Lang sneered.

The hostess old man's face was pale, this kid had been holding on for so long, not only was there nothing at all, but also mocked himself easily, which made him extremely embarrassed.

"Blood Shadow Needle!"

The hostess yelled violently and sacrificed his own magic weapon.

Suddenly, one hundred and eight blood-red needles floated in front of him. Each needle was about half a meter long. There was a strange blood-colored flame on the needle tip, containing terrifying power, and the space was covered. There were gaps in the sea.

Originally not a last resort, the hostess old man did not want to use his own magic weapon. To deal with a monk in a mere fit period, he would also use his life magic weapon, so he would appear incompetent.

But the strength of this kid is too weird. In order to make a quick battle, the hostess old man can only attack with all his strength!

The old hostess injected a lot of spiritual power into the 108 **** needles, and the 108 long needles instantly turned into dense **** threads, shredding the space, and even spreading in the shredded space With a shocking **** poisonous fire.

"kill!"

With a violent drink from the hostess old man, the blood-colored silk thread woven into a large net and flew towards Shen Lang.

"Nine You Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang was shocked and urged the Nine Stars Sword to attack.

"boom!"

The sword shadow space formed by the Nine Stars of the Stars collided with the big scarlet net, and the slamming sound rang through the clouds.

After being hit by the Sword Shadow Space, the Scarlet Web collapsed.

When Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, the sudden change occurred!

Although the big blood-colored net collapsed, it turned into 108 long blood-colored needles again, and countless blood needles flew out of the sword shadow space, directly towards Shen Lang.

"Oops!"

Shen Lang's cold hair stood up, he had no time to take back the Nine Nether Sword Formation, so he had to turn over his hands and sacrifice the Hunyuan Golden Sword.

"Aurora Slash!"

With a roar, the golden sword of Hun Yuan in Shen Lang's hand turned into a phantom, and he swung forward frantically. At almost the same time, he split thirty swords in succession!