Godly Dragon Guard

Chapter 1189 Is this Purple Yang Fire?

"This is natural." Shen Lang responded expressionlessly.

There was a trace of panic on Xiao Ling'er's face, she didn't expect things to turn out like this.

She was basically certain that the young man in front of her was Shen Lang. Even if he wanted to escape Duan Jian's entanglement, he couldn't gamble with Shen Lang's life.

Xiao Ling'er felt that Shen Lang might not know Duan Jian's strength well enough to talk about a duel.

She had seen how powerful Duan Jian was. Even facing the monks in the late stage of pill formation, Duan Jian is still capable of fighting.

Moreover, Duan Jian, although seemingly amiable, is actually very narrow-minded and sinister.

Since Duan Jian said such words, he obviously had murderous intentions towards Shen Lang.

"Senior, Mr. Duan is the son of Master Daoyang of Ziyang Palace. He has amazing magical powers. It is really unwise for you to duel with Mr. Duan. The little girl takes back what she said before, I..." Xiao Ling'er gritted her teeth and looked pale. Anxious and panicked.

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Lang waved his sleeves and said calmly: "No need to say more, just watch from the side."

Duan Jianqi was filled with smoke, and he thought to himself, damn, this bitch has never shown a good face to her, but now she is so concerned about this man's safety.

Duan Jian suddenly felt that he was a cuckold, which was extremely embarrassing! Strong jealousy surged into his heart, and he wanted to tear Shen Lang alive, peel off his skin, and drink his blood!

"No need to talk nonsense, let's get started!" Duan Jian said every word, his handsome face full of evil aura, and anyone could see the murderous intent in his eyes.

Shen Lang did not panic at all, but instead smiled and said: "Before the duel, agree on the bet. If I win, your female companion will be mine. If you win, the leaf of Fengyang Flower will be yours. what do you think?"

"good!"

Duan Jian said this, but he was thinking in his heart, if you offend me, do you think you still have a life?

The monks in the hall looked at Shen Lang with a hint of confusion and ridicule, thinking that this man was really ignorant.

With the cultivation level of Danjie stage, which beautiful woman can't get it? Why compete with a master like Duan Jian for a woman, now his life is at stake.

"Everyone, the trade will be temporarily suspended. This fellow Taoist and I will go to a secluded place for a duel. Fellow Taoists who are interested can come and watch the battle."

After saying that, Duan Fei used his spiritual power to release the restriction on the window sill on one side of the hall and flew out directly.

Shen Lang followed closely behind.

Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned pale, and she turned into a ray of light and flew over.

All the monks in the alchemy stage in the hall looked at me and I looked at you, and then they also flew out.

The duel between the monks in the Dan Jian stage is not a waste of time, and you can also see Duan Jian's skills. Anyway, they are people who eat melons, so they don’t mind having too many things.

Duan Jianfei was in front, with a strong evil aura on his face.

After a while, the escape light landed on a hilltop. Surrounded by barren mountains, it is a secluded place.

Shen Lang and a large group of alchemy-formation monks followed, Xiao Ling'er also followed, and everyone landed on the top of the mountain.

"Bitch, I don't care what your relationship is with this man. Today, the Japanese master is going to cut him into pieces in front of you! I want to see what kind of expression you, a bitch, will show!" Duan Jian glanced at him. Ling'er's eyes flashed and she sent out a message.

Xiao Ling'er felt suffocated and almost fell down. Her delicate and pretty face was full of fear and uneasiness.

"Okay, let's get started!" Duan Jian turned around impatiently and stared at Shen Lang. He stretched out one hand, and purple-gold flames rolled and burned in his hands.

The heat waves rising from the Purple Sun Fire made the surrounding air slightly distorted.

Ziyang Fire is the second-ranked palace gate of the Righteous Path, the secret technique of Ziyang Palace. This fire power is very powerful and is divided into three levels: purple gold, purple red, and purple gray.

Purple gold is only the lowest level, but its power cannot be underestimated, and the power it strikes is definitely not weaker than a high-grade fire magic weapon.

Shen Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression a little solemn.

When he was at the peak of Nirvana, he had fought against Liu Kun in the early stage of Dan Formation, and he had a little understanding of some of the abilities of the monks in the Dan Formation stage.

Now that he has broken through the core formation stage, and the sword code has also broken through the fourth level, his strength is not what it used to be, and he is confident that he can defeat this person.

"Since I proposed the duel, Mr. Duan should take action first!" Shen Lang chuckled, looking calm and calm.

"Since you want to seek death, I will grant you my wish!" Duan Jian showed his murderous intent. He couldn't wait to kill this arrogant beast.

Duan Jian pinched it with one finger, and the purple-gold fire ball in the palm of his right hand suddenly expanded, soared into the sky, and turned into a purple-gold fire dragon more than ten meters long.

The fire dragon turned into a purple light and rushed towards Shen Lang.

"Be careful, this is Ziyang Fire!" Xiao Ling'er shouted out. Her voice was hoarse due to extreme panic.

The crowd of monks in the alchemy stage who were watching also showed frightened expressions. Worthy of being the number one secret technique of Ziyang Palace, the power of this Ziyang Fire is truly astonishing. Some of the monks in the crowd who were in the early stage of forming pills were not confident enough to fully accept this blow.

Duan Jian is really awesome, he can hit such an amazingly powerful blow without even using a magic weapon.

Everyone felt that Shen Lang would die miserably.

But what happened next was shocking.

Shen Lang was seen not dodging, but waving one hand in front of him.

"Buzz!"

A blue-white sword and shield condensed in front of him, emitting a brilliant glow.

Since Shen Lang's sword training broke through the fourth level, the power of the Pure Yang Sword Technique has been greatly improved. The sword and shield have changed from the original light cyan color to bluish white, and the defensive power has also been astonishingly enhanced.

Seeing that Shen Lang had condensed something like a spiritual shield to block him in front of him, Duan Jian sneered, with a contemptuous expression on his face: "Humph, even with a spiritual shield, you can block my son's Ziyang Fire Dragon." ?What a daydream!”

Immediately afterwards, an unexpected scene happened.

"boom!"

The purple-gold fire dragon hit the sword and shield, making a deafening roar and the earth shook.

A huge heat wave struck in all directions like a hurricane, the grass all around instantly turned into a scorched black, and the ground around Shen Lang also cracked with cracks.

The power of the Purple Sun Fire was indeed very strong, and the sword and shield in front of Shen Lang were roaring and trembling, constantly flashing blue-white light. In the end, he was able to completely defend himself against the fire dragon's attack.

After one blow, the fire dragon disappeared, leaving the sword and shield intact.

The monks looked at this scene with wide eyes and expressions of disbelief. The Purple Sun Fire Dragon is so powerful, how can it be blocked so easily by a bluish-white shield?

Duan Jian was even more dumbfounded and almost thought he had seen an illusion.

"What kind of Purple Yang Fire is this? Trash!" Shen Lang smiled sinisterly and made a mocking comment. (To be continued)

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