Godly Dragon Guard

"Sky Blue Divine Sand, go!"

Shen Lang shouted low, and sprayed out a large amount of blue sand from his mouth. When the wind swelled up, it turned into a blue light rain in the sky, blocking it in front of him.

The demon-hunting gun was filled with blood and light, and with the force of thunder, it hit the dense rain of light formed by the sky-blue sacred sand.

"boom!!!"

There was an earth-shattering explosion, and strong winds swept around. The robes of a group of Nascent Soul Stage monks watching in the distance were blown away.

Seeing that the demon-hunting spear was temporarily stopped by the dense blue light rain, all the Nascent Soul Stage monks were shocked and showed surprised expressions. Even if it was only for a moment that he could block Old Demon Feng Yue's magic weapon, Shen Lang seemed to be quite capable.

"Five Elements Divine Sand?" Feng Yue Lao Mo's face showed a slight strange color, but it soon returned to normal.

Although I don’t know where this kid got so much of the Five Elements Divine Sand, but with the early stage of Nascent Soul’s cultivation, the Five Elements Divine Sand is not powerful enough.

Feng Yue Lao Mo's face showed a trace of contempt again. Although he only used 60 to 70% of his strength in this attack, it would be impossible for Shen Lang to block his demon hunting spear if he were at this level.

"boom!"

The tip of the demon hunting gun released a dazzling bloody light, shattering the light shield formed by the blue light rain, and stabbed directly into Shen Lang's chest.

Shen Lang's face was extremely solemn, and he also expected that the sky blue sand alone would not be able to defend against the old demon's attack.

"Jiuli Sword Formation, Jiu Li!"

Shen Lang launched nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords with lightning speed, and the nine golden flying swords instantly turned into dense sword light, one part divided into three, and three parts divided into nine.

A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one rays of sword light rushed towards the incoming bloody spear.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"

A large amount of golden light, like dense golden threads, hit the blood-colored light curtain at the tip of the demon hunting gun, making an earth-shattering sharp collision sound that shook the air.

"Turn swords into silk? There are still so many!"

The contemptuous expression on Fengyue Laomo's face instantly froze, and he was finally shocked.

It is incredible that a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul can master the magical power of turning swords into silk, and the opponent can actually release so much sword light. ^

I don’t know what kind of sword art magical power can be so powerful? Even a well-informed monk like Feng Yue Lao Mo has never heard of it.

Shen Lang used all the sword light released by the Jiuli Sword Formation to defend against the attack of the demon hunting gun, but it was still a bit difficult. This demon hunting gun was an extraordinary magic weapon, and its power was really terrifying.

Not only did the large amount of sword light impact not offset the blood light on the tip of the demon hunting gun, it also greatly increased the blood light on the demon hunting gun, making it even more powerful.

Shen Lang felt a little numb. It seemed that he had underestimated the strength of Feng Yue Lao Mo. Just a random shot could have such terrifying power.

There was no other way, Shen Lang didn't dare to hide his clumsiness anymore, he pinched it with two fingers, and the eighty-one golden lights rushed out of the Yuyang Golden Thunder crazily.

"Crack!"

A large number of Yuyang Golden Thunder suddenly erupted, forming shocking red-gold thunder nets, which hit the blood-colored light curtain at the tip of the demon-hunting spear.

"Yuyang Golden Thunder!" Old Demon Feng Yue was shocked and angry, his face changed drastically.

I really didn't expect that this kid still has so many natal magic weapons refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystals.

"Sword array, flying sword magic weapon refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystal..." A group of Nascent Soul Stage monks who were watching also showed shocked expressions. Shen Lang's magical power was much more amazing than he imagined.

In the blink of an eye, the red-gold thunder arc suppressed the blood light released by the demon-hunting gun, significantly weakening the power on the tip of the gun.

As expected, this magic weapon was restrained by Yuyang Golden Thunder, and Shen Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ordinary magic light and energy will be instantly wiped out when encountering Yuyang Golden Thunder, but the magic light released by the demon hunting gun can barely resist the Yuyang Golden Thunder. Feng Yue Lao Mo's natal magic weapon is really powerful.

With the help of Yuyang Golden Thunder, Shen Lang's pressure was greatly reduced and he used all his strength to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation.

Under the impact of a large amount of sword light, the power of the demon hunting spear finally slowly weakened, making a "buzzing" roar until the spear was blocked.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Shen Lang's forehead. He relied on the two layers of defense of the sky blue divine sand and the sword array to withstand the shot of Feng Yue Old Demon. The strength of this old demon was indeed beyond compare.

Shen Lang was not stupid, and he could conclude that Old Demon Feng Yue had used all his strength in that shot from a distance, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to block it. Moreover, in addition to the demon-hunting gun, the old demon probably also has more powerful treasures.

In short, the strength of the great monks in the late Nascent Soul is still unfathomable. The current Shen Lang is no match for such a monk.

"Fellow Taoist Feng Yue has amazing magical powers. I'm lucky. I caught the blow from fellow Taoist and gave in!" Shen Lang looked indifferent and hugged his fists towards the old demon Feng Yue on the opposite side.

The sound was not loud, but the surrounding Nascent Soul stage monks could hear it clearly.

Shen Lang is also a person who cares about face. Since Old Demon Fengyue doubts himself, he must show his strength to break the doubts, so as not to become the laughing stock of everyone and make other Nascent Soul Stage monks despise him.

All the Nascent Soul Stage monks looked at each other, their old faces unable to conceal their expressions of horror. Shen Lang seemed to have easily resisted the old demon's shot, and his magical powers were somewhat unfathomable!

You must know that Shen Lang is only a monk in the early stage of Yuanying. Even in the middle stage of Yuanying, it is difficult to say that he can withstand the blow of Old Demon Feng Yue's natal magic weapon without any damage. Su Ruoxue took a long breath and revealed a smile on her pretty face. Her heart was in her throat just now. Fortunately, Shen Lang was safe.

"snort!"

Fengyue Lao Mo took back his demon hunting gun, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, thinking that he would be embarrassed now.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach Shen Lang a lesson and make this kid suffer a little.

Who knew that this kid could actually withstand his own magic weapon, and even show incredible magical powers, making him steal the show!

"Fuck me." Feng Yue Laomo cursed in his heart, extremely depressed.

Without saying anything, this kid is really evil. It is incredible enough to have so much Five Elements Divine Sand, but he also has so many natal magic weapons refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystal.

These are not the main points. The art of turning swords into silk that this boy just performed was extremely sharp, like some kind of small sword array. If there were just a little more sword light, I might be in trouble!

It is impossible for an ordinary early Yuanying monk to have such a good value and such a powerful configuration.

If Shen Lang could kill a ghost cultivator like Zhong Wuling, Old Devil Feng Yue would now believe it. Yuyang Golden Thunder is the absolute nemesis of the ghost monk. With so many Yuyang Golden Thunder, Zhong Wuling may not be able to bear it.

There was a hint of gloom in Feng Yue Lao Mo's eyes. He also practiced demonic techniques, and he had an instinctive feeling of hatred towards the monks who possessed the three great Yang Lei.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Fengyue, now Fellow Daoist Shen has also taken your blow. Can you agree to the conditions I proposed before?" Zhang Daoling smiled calmly and smoothed things over.