Godly Dragon Guard

"Damn it!"

Shen Lang was full of gloom, and he cursed in his heart.

The thing he was most worried about happened after all, and Yang Wei really had a powerful magic weapon.

Although Yang Wei was rubbish, he was also a descendant of the Seven Saints after all. How could he be on the court without preparation.

In contrast, Xia Shan'er's ninety-nine Tianxin Feijian was only a middle-grade immortal weapon, which was slightly shabby.

Shen Lang considered waiting for the end of the martial arts meeting to get Xia Shan'er a new set of higher-level flying swords.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Xia Shan'er repeatedly urged the Tianxin Sword Array to attack the purple clouds surrounding Yang Wei, but all the attacks were like sinking stones into the ocean, unable to break Yang Wei's defenses.

"Hahaha, little girl, you want to hurt me even with your attack? What a idiot!"

Yang Wei let out a frantic ridicule, and immediately turned into a five-color blue sheep.

The five-color blue sheep has cyan hair all over, surrounded by a layer of colorful clouds, and a pair of glaze-colored curved horns on the head, like blue clouds, release a brilliant light.

"Earth Immortal Technique, Qinghong Aurora!"

The glazed horns on the top of the five-color blue sheep released a great green light, and the sheep's head suddenly spit out five huge cyan light balls, heading towards Xia Shan'er.

After Yang Wei turned into the main body, the firepower was fully activated, and the five huge cyan light **** that he spit out were mixed with tens of millions of cyan light filaments. The terrifying power of destruction made the scalp numb!

"Tianxin Sword and Shield!"

Xia Shan'er's pretty face turned pale, she felt a strong threat, and she let out a sweet voice, and her hands quickly drew a mysterious seal in front of her.

Ninety-nine Tianxin Fei swords turned into dense white light filaments, and countless light filaments condensed into a huge white light shield that stood in front of him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three huge cyan light **** bombarded the surface of Tianxin sword and shield, the violent explosion sounded deafening, and the sky was full of green light.

The blade light filament condensed on the surface of the Tianxin sword and shield was turbulent sharply. After being bombarded by three cyan light **** one after another, the sword and shield were already riddled with holes.

"Boom! Boom!"

Before Xia Shan'er had time to take a breath, the last two cyan ball of light struck like lightning and hit the Tianxin sword and shield that was about to fall apart.

"boom!"

The Tianxin sword and shield shattered on the spot, turning into a large number of white light filaments, escaping in all directions.

Xia Shan'er was bombarded by the cyan light burst from the cyan light ball, watching her body about to collapse.

"Yang Wei, keep his staff!!!"

Shen Lang's eyes were about to split, and the hysterical roar from his mouth shook all directions.

Yang Wei on the ring was so proud that he almost killed Xia Shan'er.

But after hearing Shen Lang's roar, Yang Wei was taken aback, and hurriedly withdrew his supernatural powers, only destroying Xia Shan'er's physical body, not her soul.

Although Yang Wei was arrogant and domineering, he did not dare to really tear his face with Shen Lang. This Xia Shan'er is Shen Lang's younger sister, if he kills this woman, Shen Lang will definitely live with him.

Although he was backed by his father, but Shen Lang was the apprentice of the ancestor of Sky Shadow, Yang Wei still didn't dare to play with fire after thinking about it.

Xia Shan'er's soul body was preserved, and she soon recovered her body through the magical powers of the three flowers gathering, and Shen Lang was also relieved.

The referee announced loudly: "Xia Shan'er was physically destroyed, and the winner of the match is Yang Wei!"

"Hahaha, I won!"

Yang Wei laughed loudly, looking extremely excited. He felt that with such a powerful defensive magic weapon as Ziyun Mirror, he could almost be invincible, and he might be able to fight Shen Lang.

Xia Shan'er walked off the ring with a lonely expression, and Ning Xiaoyao stepped forward and comforted him: "Shan'er, don't be sad, then Yang Wei only relies on the magic weapon to win you. If he doesn't have the mirror magic weapon, can he win? You still have to talk about it."

"Senior Sister Yaoyao, please don't comfort me. It is clear that you should get a good ranking, but Shan'er is always so useless..."

Xia Shaner's eyes were red, and she complained of her incompetence. Shen Lang patted her fragrant shoulders and softly comforted: "Don't be depressed, Shan'er, your bone age is less than a thousand years old. It is naturally unfair to compete with those monks whose bone age is millions of years old. With your chaotic body Of excellent physique, given time, must

Become a strong man, don't have to belittle yourself! "

"Ok."

Xia Shan'er bit her teeth, hearing Shen Lang say this, she felt a little better.

The eyes of the cultivators in the audience swept back and forth on Shen Lang and Xia Shan'er. The relationship between the two is so close, isn't this female cultivator named Xia Shan'er the Taoist companion of Elder Shen Lang?

Many of the seven sage nuns of Shen Lang who secretly fell in love with Shen Lang showed frustrated expressions. It turns out that this handsome and handsome elder Shen Lang already has a companion, and that Xia Shan'er has an excellent appearance and is charming and charming.

Bai Weiwei also sighed lightly. She had been fascinated by Shen Lang, thinking that she would be Xia Shan'er.

"In the sixty-third game, Bai Weiwei confronted Yankuan!"

The referee's shout interrupted Bai Weiwei's thoughts, and it was just her turn to play.

Bai Weiwei was unlucky this round, and her opponent was a middle-level monk.

Fortunately, she tried her best, finally relying on the poisonous fire of the Flower Silver Snake to win the opponent and barely advance.

Bai Weiwei also wanted to take a breath, she didn't want to be the first descendant of the Seven Saints to be eliminated.

Ning Xiaoyao played at the end of the seventh round, but unfortunately failed to withstand the pressure and lost to a celebrity middle-term cultivator. Like Xia Shaner, he stopped in the seventh round and ranked in the top 1,000.

After the seventh round, only about 500 cultivators advanced to the eighth round, almost all of them were elite disciples who were cultivated in the middle and late stages of the human immortal, and even the early stage cultivators were relatively rare.

A few days later, the eighth round of the Wudouhui officially began.

Shen Lang ranked third in this round.

"In the third game, Shen Lang vs. Yang Wei!"

The referee shouted.

"Hehe, it's just right."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth. Since Yang Wei, an idiot, hit the gun, he would be embarrassed!

"Fuck!"

Yang Wei panicked off the court and his face instantly solidified.

He was secretly proud before, thinking that he had Ziyun Mirror, he should be able to get a good place, maybe he could fight Shen Lang, but this round really met Shen Lang, the evil star!

"Damn, what a bad luck!"

Yang Wei cursed secretly, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the opponent he least wanted to face appeared.

Recalling the scene of being beaten by Shen Lang before, Yang Wei still has a dull pain on his face. At the thought of facing the evil star Shen Lang, Yang Wei felt a little confused.

Shen Lang turned into a golden light and flew down to the ring in the center of the square. Seeing that Yang Wei hadn't made it to the ring, he impatiently said, "Yang Wei, you can't compare? If you don't dare to play, then surrender!"

As soon as this word came out, the audience shook.

"Shen Lang, don't be arrogant, don't think I will be afraid of you!" 　　 Yang Wei strengthened his courage, turned into a blue light and soared into the sky, flew into the ring in the center of the square, gnashing his teeth at Shen Lang.