Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang's face sank, he probably also guessed the origin of these martial arts.

There are so many people, and in a dangerous place like Phoenix Valley, most of the opponent is the Wu Xiu of the Ling family in Longmen Mountain.

Seeing Ling Zhengnan's slash, Shen Lang's eyes flashed with haze, and he immediately pulled out the white shadow sword on his waist, urging the sword light to defend against the blow.

"Ding!"

The sound of a fierce collision of swords came, and a wave of water exploded in the lake.

The two each stepped back and stood on the lake. Huajing Wuxiu only needs to condense zhenqi under his feet, and he can stand on the water without falling.

Ling Zhengnan was surprised when the blow was a tie. He suddenly realized that the sword in Shen Lang's hand was not ordinary.

"Hallows!"

Ling Zhengnan's expression changed, and his eyes were placed on the white jade sword in Shen Lang's hand. This kid still has a holy artifact?

You know, as the son of the Ling family elder, coupled with the extraordinary talent, the family has bestowed him two holy artifacts.

The opponent's cultivation base in the mid-transition stage does not actually have a holy weapon?

Ling Zhengnan first glanced at the sea of ​​fire in front of him. The fire python seemed to have retreated and should not be chasing. Ling Zhengnan was heartbroken with more than half of the deaths of Ling family disciples.

It's all this choppy! Ling Zhengnan's anger swelled, his stern eyes were placed on Shen Lang, and he roared violently, "Who are you?"

"Before asking anyone, report your name first!" Shen Lang glanced around and said blankly.

There are at least forty or fifty martial artists in the lake, and there are more than a dozen masters of transformation, and the situation is a bit bad.

Ling Zhengnan's angry forehead blue veins violently, he shouted: "Boy, have killed so many Ling family children, you dare to be so rampant?"

It was Shen Lang who attracted a reticulated crocodile and killed nearly a hundred elite disciples of their Ling family. Ling Zhengnan was furious. He put forward the idea of ​​catching the cubs of the fire python. Now that so many people have died, the owner of the family will be furious, and then he will not be able to eat.

"Hahaha! What if I'm crazy!" Shen Lang suddenly laughed wildly, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Since it's the Ling family, then it's just right!"

Thinking of Su Ruoxue being persecuted by Ling's inhuman spirit, before coming to Linhai Tianshan, Shen Lang had a strong hatred for Ling's family.

"The kid is looking for death!" The two elders of the late stage of Lingjia's transformation stage were furious, and were about to rush to solve Shen Lang.

Ling Zhengnan waved his sleeves, and said yinly: "Wait, it's just a mess, let this son take care of it himself."

After finishing speaking, Ling Zhengnan clenched the sword tightly and slashed towards Shen Lang with a brutal force.

Just now, Shen Lang knew that Ling Zhengnan's strength was amazing, so he naturally did not dare to underestimate him, and immediately set up a white shadow sword for defense.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound of swords clashing is endless, the wind is blowing everywhere, and waves splashing in the lake.

"Miscellaneous, my son will chop off your hands and feet! Throw you into the Tower of Thousand Beasts and slowly torture, to pay homage to the spirit of my dead Ling family disciple!" Ling Zhengnan slashed while holding the sword tightly, and shouted.

"Really? I'm really scared."

Speaking of fear, Shen Lang gave a mocking expression on his face.

"Dead! Die! Die!" Ling Zhengnan's Qi Qiao smoked and completely turned into a mad dog.

What Shen Lang wanted was this effect, angering Ling Zhengnan, he was emotionally agitated, and he would ignore his defenses and blindly attack him, and his flaws were immediately revealed.

"The light fades away!"

Shen Lang's eyes exploded with brilliant light, and instantly used thirteen deadly swords to counterattack, and the white shadow sword in his hand flew like a stream of light.

Countless sword lights spewed out from the tip of the sword, and the sound of swords all over the sky seemed to tear the air.

Ling Zhengnan's attack was too selfless, and Shen Lang's sudden sword moves were so fast that he was shocked. For a while, he had no time to parry, so he had to brandish his sword madly, trying to block the sky.

The passing of light is the fastest move of the Thirteen Swords, but the sword light that Shen Lang's sword tip strikes is not as fragile as the silver needle. Ling Zhengnan needs to use his internal force to block the sword light. But in this way, Ling Zhengnan's swing speed is bound to slow down.

The light of Shen Lang's trick turned faster and faster, his body rotated at high speed with the sword shadow, Shen Lang even flew on top of Ling Zhengnan's head, and countless sword lights fell from the sky.

"Boom boom boom!"

The lake blew up countless waves, and the water curtain filled the sky.

The elder Ling and the elite disciples who were watching in the lake had to dodge the countless sword lights that fell from the sky, showing an expression of incredible horror.

"Deathing thirteen swords!"

Ling Zhengnan roared out, finally waking up from his anger, with a look of horror on his face.

Never imagined that this kid could perform such a fierce sword skill!

"Oh, go and save the son!"

One of the elders of the late transformation stage screamed violently, and the two later stage elders immediately reacted and rushed toward the center of the battle.

It's a pity that it was a little late, and Ling Zhengnan could hardly resist the sword glow attacking his head and face.

His sword aura was very fast, but it was still not as fast as the sword glow that filled the sky. After seven or eight sword glows, Ling Zhengnan was filled with a layer of blood mist.

"you!"

Ling Zhengnan's eyes were wide open, and he roared in anger. He couldn't hold it anymore, and fell into the lake with a "plop". The surrounding lake was stained bright red by the blood rushing from his body.

An elder in the late stage of Lingjia's transformation realm immediately dived into the bottom of the lake, pulled Ling Zhengnan up, reached the grass on the shore, and stuffed a golden pill into his mouth.

"Dare to hurt the son, you are looking for death!"

Another elder in the late Lingjiahua stage opened his eyes full of anger, and slapped Shen Lang with a palm.

"Boom!"

Fists intersected, and there was a muffled noise.

After receiving a counter shock, Shen Lang steadily landed on the shore and laughed dryly: "I heard that all of you Ling family Wuxiu are elites. At this level of rubbish, you dare to call yourself elites? Don't laugh out loud. Up!"

As soon as these words came out, all the old disciples of the Ling family on the lake were furious.

"Asshole!"

"Dare to insult my Ling family, this kid is tired of life!"

"Yes, kill him!"

On the shore, Ling Zhengnan's injury was brought under control after taking the healing pill. He felt a little unacceptable, and he would lose to a mid-transformation chopstick!

The Ling family is extremely martial, and Ling Zhengnan is extremely conceited. He doesn't want to admit this reality. The intense jealousy made him want to cramp Shen Lang.

"Don't let him run away, catch him alive! My son must torture him well!" Ling Zhengnan roared furiously.

As soon as the voice fell, the forty elders and elite disciples of the Ling family all swarmed towards Shen Lang.

There are more than a dozen martial arts practitioners in the realm of transformation, and the rest are all martial arts practitioners in the late stage of the world and the peak of the world. Shen Lang is alone with one sword.

Shen Lang yelled with a hideous look on his face: "Good, good! I met Shen Lang today, you Ling family members will all die for me!"

After speaking, he took out the Dragon Tooth Dart from the storage ring, and frantically injected infuriating energy into the golden double dart.