The Heaven’s Jailer

"I..." Xiang Guanying almost sprayed Liu Lang's face with a mouthful of old blood.

He has seen shameless people, he has never seen such shameless people, he really wants to know, what is the point of such a frenzied sense of existence for a person who is about to die?

Xiang Guanying really didn't want to waste time on Liu Lang anymore, after all, his opponent Chen Fengfan.

"Since you are in a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you!"

The next moment, Xiang Guanying stood up with a single palm, and slashed directly at Liu Lang's face.

Many spectators onlookers could feel the power of this palm from far away. It was obvious that Xiang Guanying was already impatient, and there was no trace of politeness, so that he used all his strength.

Together with Chen Fengfan who is for the Heavenly Venerable Realm, he took a breath of air-conditioning. In his opinion, let alone Liu Lang of the Golden Wonderland, even if he was replaced by him, it would be difficult to stop him. You can't flash, you can only choose to carry it hard, and Xiang Guanying, as the active party, is destined to occupy an absolute advantage.

"not bad."

Everyone felt that Liu Lang was bound to die, and when he couldn't get up again, a smile suddenly crossed the corner of Liu Lang's mouth, and then leisurely raised his right palm and slapped it in front of him.

This one is so random and so natural, as if a mosquito flew in front of the eyes and waved away.

"Snapped!"

But Liu Langfan is not a mosquito after all.

With a crisp sound, Liu Lang's five fingers accurately patted the back of Xiang Guanying's hand. The next moment, Xiang Guanying's palm was slanted and quickly scratched against Liu Lang's shoulder.

Driven by the palm of the wind, Liu Lang's clothes trembled a few times, and finally he was calm.

"This……"

The audience was silent.

Many low-level audiences did not see clearly how Liu Lang slap Xiang Guanying's inevitable palm, but the crisp sound and the final result were enough to make them imagine the specific process.

Some people even lifted their right hand and compared it with their left hand, trying to restore the details just now.

There is no doubt that there is no difficulty in holding one's right hand and fanning one's left hand. However, a golden immortal fan of a Tianzun is bound to reach the sky, because the strength and speed of the two sides are not at the same level.

Don't say you can't make accurate judgments, you can't fan, even if you fan, you can't fan.

But in fact, what everyone thinks is impossible has happened in the first second. Until this moment, Xiang Guanying still maintains the position of being fanned, the five fingerprints on the back of his hand, It is more clearly identifiable.

"Hiding the cultivation base, he must have hidden the cultivation base!"

People thought hard, and finally thought of a possibility.

Even Chen Fengfan felt that this was the only explanation.

However, Xiang Guanying, as the person involved, knows clearly that the above speculation is not true at all. Although Liu Lang's speed and strength have reached the level of Tianzun, his cultivation level is still in the realm of Jinxian.

"how did you do it?"

Withdrawing her stiff palm, Xiang Guanying asked suspiciously.

"The realm can reflect combat power to a certain extent, but there are many factors that affect combat power, such as your own blood, the practice methods, and the rules of the world when you condense your cultivation. You are a skill refiner. , Should understand this."

Liu Lang smiled slightly and explained.

"Of course I understand this, but is the influence of blood, cultivation techniques, and world rules really so great?" Xiang Guanying's eyes flickered.

"Is it that big? Haven't you experienced it firsthand?"

Liu Lang shrugged and said, "Next, I should hit you."

"You hit me?"

Xiang Guanying subconsciously swallowed and spit. At this moment, he seemed to understand why Liu Lang said before the competition that if he took the first shot, he would have no chance to take it.

"Are you ready?"

Liu Lang rubbed his hands and asked Xiang Guanying.

Seeing Liu Lang's movements, Xiang Guanying's palm shook involuntarily.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he knows if there is any. Although Liu Lang was passive just now, the strength he showed left Xiang Guanying's heart lingering. He suspected that he could not stop Liu Lang's blow.

"Do you want to admit defeat?" Liu Lang asked seeing Xiang Guanying's face full of entanglement.

"Admit defeat?" Xiang Guanying glanced around subconsciously. There were many practitioners from the Xuanyan Continent at the scene. If he admits defeat like this, he will probably be unable to look up in his life.

"Not reconciled?"

Liu Lang dragged his chin, thought for a while and said, "Your specialty should not be martial arts, but martial arts, right?"

"How do you know?" Xiang Guanying was startled.

"Of course I know." Liu Lang laughed. He had just found out the details of Xiang Guanying through a cultivator in the Xuanyan Continent. Xiang Guanying was the top three figure in the Xuanyan Continent. Relying on Tianzun's later stage of cultivation is definitely not enough, the only explanation is the combination of martial arts and martial arts.

As a skill refiner, Liu Lang knows the arrogance of a skill refiner best. If he wants a skill refiner to bow his head, he must be defeated in the art.

"Well, I'll set up a trapped formation. If you can get out of the trap, the competition between the two of us will end here. I will just give in." Liu Lang thought for a while and said.

"Do you still understand formation?" Xiang Guanying couldn't help but re-examine Liu Lang.

"Understand a little bit." Liu Lang said modestly.

"Then you set up the formation!" Compared to being slapped here by Liu Lang, it is obviously more cost-effective to break the formation. Xiang Guanying agreed without thinking.

"Good." Liu Lang immediately started.

Three under five divided by two, a trapped formation with a radius of ten feet is convenient for the establishment of the center of the field.

"go in!"

Liu Lang turned his head and said to Xiang Guanying.

"Are you sure you want to use this trapped formation to trap me?" Xiang Guanying could clearly see the process of Liu Lang's formation. Although the formation technique is slightly different from the technique of Xuanyan Mainland, it is Heavenly rank technique refiner, Xiang Guanying can still easily understand the meaning of every formation pattern. He is sure that Liu Lang has not used a heavenly rank formation pattern, let alone a holy pattern.

Therefore, Xiang Guanying directly categorizes the trapped formations arranged by Liu Lang as a mysterious formation.

However, it is undoubtedly a joke to use the profound rank trapped array to trap the strong heaven rank.

Even if he is not a refiner of the heavenly rank technique, relying only on the power of the heavenly sovereign, he can forcefully break through this formation.

"If you can be trapped, you have to try before you know." Liu Lang smiled slightly and put on a please posture.

"Then I will give it a try." Because of the previous lesson, Xiang Guanying was obviously more cautious. Even if he believed that Liu Lang's troubled formation was unremarkable, he didn't seem to say any more.

After all, he has already been slapped in the face once, and if he gets slapped again, I'm afraid I have to find a place to get in.

The facts have proved that Xiang Guanying's caution is very correct.

Because, in the first second of stepping into the trapped formation, Xiang Guanying was tied into rice dumplings.