Godly Dragon Guard

"Leave? Haha! Judging from your faces, you should be monks from the Yunjian Continent! Our territory to the east of the continent, you Yunjian people can come and leave whenever you want?" A Yuan with an aquiline nose The old man in the infant stage had a gloomy look on his face.

Shen Lang's face darkened and he said: "I and my fellow Taoists have no intention of causing trouble. We are all Nascent Soul Stage monks, so there is no need to fight to the death, right?"

"Hahaha, that's right! The three of us can let you two go free, but you two must surrender and submit to me in the Eastern Continent, and let us plant the Forbidden God Technique and wait until you're done!" The red-haired old man said with a joking look on his face. Sexy, he said with his hands behind his back.

"Forbidden God Technique? Hahaha, you three old guys, you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue!" Shen Lang laughed angrily, with a cruel look on his face.

"A mere Yunjian person dares to act recklessly in our east continent, seeking death!"

"A deserter from Yunjian Continent deserves to run wild here!"

"Be obedient and surrender, or you will die!"

The three black-robed monks were furious and roared fiercely.

Shen Lang's face was full of gloom, and it seemed that the possibility of shaking hands and making peace was zero.

In fact, Shen Lang didn't want to cause any trouble in Donglinren's territory unless he had to. Otherwise, he would be in trouble if he got angry. But now I have no choice. If I don't do it, these three old guys will probably use force.

"In that case, don't blame me for being cruel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang took out nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords and activated the Jiuli Sword Formation at the fastest speed. The nine natal flying swords immediately turned into eighty-one rays of sword light.

At the same time, Su Ruoxue cooperated tacitly with Shen Lang to take the initiative and sacrificed the ancient treasure to explode the gong, and the stream of light flickered.

"Ten treasures from the east, exploding gong!?" When the three old men in black robes saw the exploding gong in Su Ruoxue's hand, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and turned pale.

After all, it is a well-known magic weapon in Donglin. The exploding gong has a great reputation, so the three black-robed old men will naturally recognize it.

"You... how come you have Fairy Le's exploding gong?" The hook-nosed old man pointed at Su Ruoxue with wide eyes, a look of horror on his face.

Su Ruoxue was speechless, with a cold look in her eyes, she frantically activated her spiritual power, swung the heavy hammer and struck the gong fiercely.

"clang!"

The extremely harsh sound waves hit the three black-robed old men.

"No, release your spiritual consciousness quickly to resist!"

The red-haired old man shouted loudly, his eyes widened, and he seemed to understand the tyranny of the bursting gong.

The three old men in black robes released their spiritual consciousness with all their strength, trying to resist the impact of the sound waves.

Although the exploding gong is powerful, due to Su Ruoxue's cultivation, it can only exert 50% of its power when activated.

Moreover, the black-robed old man and the three others knew the characteristics of the exploding gong, and the spiritual defense released by the three of them together was almost equivalent to the level of a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Su Ruoxue's blow did not hurt them, but only made their brains temporarily dizzy and their blood and energy surged.

At this moment, Shen Lang launched a fierce attack.

"Suffer death!"

Shen Lang's eyes flashed with a brilliant light, and he activated the Jiuli Sword Formation with all his strength. Eighty-one sword lights formed a lightning storm and swept towards the three black-robed old men.

As soon as the three of them recovered from the dizziness, they saw the terrifying golden lightning storm coming, and their scalps became numb. "Yellow sandbag, go!" The red-haired old man endured the dizziness in his head and threw out a small yellow leather bag from his waist.

"Zijinque, stop me!" The hook-nosed old man gritted his teeth and offered a purple-gold jade Ruyi.

"Flame Knife, Hurry!" A fiery red bone knife flew out of the bald old man's sleeve.

The yellow sandbag swelled to a hundred meters in length in the storm, and a large amount of golden gravel poured out of the mouth of the bag, protecting the three people. The red-haired old man frantically moved the yellow sandbag, trying to resist the attack of the Jiuli Sword Formation.

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed. The gravel in this yellow sand bag was somewhat similar to the gravel in the yellow sand formation that was laid down by San Lao in the east. However, the defensive power was naturally incomparable with that of the yellow sand formation.

As for the Zijin Que and the Flame Knife, they are pure offensive magic weapons with quite average power.

The three magic weapons were sacrificed at the same time and hit the golden lightning storm.

"Boom!"

An earth-shaking loud noise resounded through the mountain stream, and the violent explosion flattened the surrounding areas of the ravine. Countless rocks were turned into powder, forming a large number of potholes.

After one blow, the entire ravine was collapsed and a mess.

The three old men in black robes opened their mouths and were bleeding, looking extremely embarrassed.

The red-haired old man's yellow sandbag was blasted with a big hole by the sword light, and his aura was greatly reduced.

The hook-nosed old man was even worse. Zijin Tower was directly blown into two halves and completely destroyed.

After the bald old man's flaming knife withstood the stranglehold of the sword array, it flew back into his hand. As a result, the blade suddenly split into countless gaps, and with a "click", it shattered into slag!

"Poof!" The bald old man spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted miserably: "My magic weapon, the flame knife!"

After withstanding the full blow of the Jiuli Sword Formation, the three black-robed old men were all injured to varying degrees, and the magic weapon was basically destroyed.

But Shen Lang was unscathed, and all the sword light shrank back around him, spinning at high speed.

The three old men in black robes turned pale as if they were struck by lightning. "What kind of sword formation is this! How can it be so powerful?" The red-haired old man's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

"You...who are you?" The hook-nosed old man looked at Shen Lang with horror on his face.

Shen Lang grinned and sneered, and said: "Those three fellow Taoists don't have to worry about these problems. Go and die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang activated the Jiuli Sword Formation again and strangled the three black-robed old men.

"This man is not an ordinary monk. He is invincible. Run away quickly!"

Deeply feeling the terrifying power of the Jiuli Sword Formation, the red-haired old man lost any temper and shouted directly to the other two old men.

The old man with the hooked nose and the old man with the bald head also turned around and ran away in fear.

"Want to run away? Let me stay here!"

Su Ruoxue smiled coldly and immediately used the blood-charming divine light.

A large swath of blood struck at the three black-robed old men who were about to escape, as fast as lightning.

"ah!!!"

The three old men in black robes had no time to react and were hit by the bloody light. They held their heads and screamed like ghosts and wolves.

When Su Ruoxue activated the blood-charming divine light, the monks who were also in the early stage of Nascent Soul had no ability to resist. The effect was not even a little stronger than the exploding gong.

"Boom!"

Shen Lang seized the time and tried his best to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation. The sword light formed a large lightning storm, which instantly swallowed the three of them.

"Boom boom boom!"

In just half a breath, the bodies of the three black-robed old men were strangled to pieces by a large amount of sword light, and large amounts of blood mist floated in the air.

Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue killed the three black-robed old men without wasting any energy. The Nascent Souls of the three were extremely frightened and angry, and were about to escape through the air. Su Ruoxue fired another blood-charming divine light, but due to the limited coverage of the blood-charming divine light, she only hit two Nascent Souls.

Shen Lang activated the sword formation and strangled the two Nascent Souls.

The remaining Nascent Soul of the red-haired old man was like a frightened bird, and fled into the distance like a mad dog. The escape speed was extremely fast, and it disappeared from the horizon in an instant.

"Oops, a fish slipped through the net!" Shen Lang's expression changed.