Godly Dragon Guard

"hiss!"

The face of the Mahayana old man wearing a jade hosta showed a hint of pain, and he immediately retracted his giant palm and turned it into a normal palm.

I saw a large amount of blood suddenly pouring out of the old man's right palm, and the bleeding continued. There was a hollow wound in the palm, which was caused by Shen Lang!

"This is impossible!"

Seeing that his attack not only failed to accomplish anything, but was actually injured by the opponent, the old hosta man couldn't believe his eyes.

How could a mere monk in the integration stage be so powerful?

Seeing that Shen Lang could really injure a Mahayana monk, several young ladies from the Kyushu Imperial Clan were really shocked and couldn't think of any words to use to describe Shen Lang.

"Hahaha, I think the Mahayana monks of Guiming Sect are nothing more than this!"

Shen Lang laughed loudly, and the Nine Star Swords swirled around him, like a rainbow-colored halo.

Hearing this harsh laughter, the old hosta man became so angry that he was so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke.

"court death!"

Another white-haired old man was furious and was about to take action.

Shen Lang sarcastically said: "The two seniors are really talented. How can they deal with a small fused monk like me, two against one? Are you afraid of making others laugh if you spread the word?"

He said these words purely to provoke the old man with the hosta.

Shen Lang is also self-aware. With his strength, he may be able to fight an early Mahayana monk, but at most he can only fight an early Mahayana monk. If he encounters two people, he will definitely die.

If he could defeat a Mahayana monk first and then face another Mahayana monk, there would be great hope of escaping even if he was defeated.

"Senior brother, step back and let me personally kill this yellow-haired kid who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

The old man with jade hairpin stopped in front of the white-haired old man. The anger in his heart had swelled to the extreme. His face was distorted and he said: "Huang-haired boy, as you wish, if I don't cut you into pieces today, I will not be worthy of being the elder of Guiming Sect." Ancestor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man with the hosta pushed out his palms with a sinister expression, and two black pillars of fire surged out of his palms, attacking Shen Lang with the speed of lightning and thunder.

"hiss!"

Shen Lang's whole body was covered with chills. The black flame was extremely terrifying. If he relied on other magical powers, he might not be able to resist it.

At this stage, facing the Mahayana monks, Shen Lang only has one magical power, the Nine Nether Sword Formation, that can stand out. Transforming into a golden-eyed stone ape might make you stronger, but there would be huge hidden dangers.

He wouldn't do it unless absolutely necessary.

"Nine Nether Sword Formation, block it from me!"

With a loud shout, the Nine Star Swords around Shen Lang shredded the original space, forming a circular sword shadow space, which Shen Lang used as a shield to block in front of him.

"Boom boom boom!"

The terrifying black fire pillar bombarded the sword shadow space, making violent roars one after another, and gaps were blown out of the space.

Seeing that Shen Lang's strange magical power could actually resist his own Heavenly Yin Ghost Fire, the old man with the hosta was shocked at first, and then his face became extremely ferocious: "I want to see how long you can last!"

As a monk in the Mahayana stage, Old Hosta can naturally see that the magical power used by Shen Lang already has a powerful power to change the space, and even has some shadows of the mysterious realm, which is incredible!

Old Man Yuhan couldn't believe that it was really a mysterious realm, but such a powerful magical power must be supported by extremely huge spiritual power! He concluded that the boy wouldn't last long.

Shen Lang tried his best to hold up the sword shadow space and continuously resisted the attack of the fire pillar. Occasionally, a few sporadic black flames splashed on him, but they were all blocked by the Hunyuan Qi shield condensed in front of him.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this for half a minute, and the old hosta's face gradually turned gloomy. He thought to himself that this was really strange. Logically speaking, a monk in the integration stage could not have such a huge spiritual power.

He had never seen Shen Lang absorb the Yin spirit power in the air. How could this kid hold on until now?

Niu Feng Fu'er and others were also stunned, unable to imagine how Shen Lang did it.

Tianyou's expression on Shi Kun's back was extremely gloomy. The stronger Shen Lang became, the more jealous he felt in his heart. He wished that these two Mahayana monks would kill Shen Lang!

The old man in black robe beside him was extremely shocked. He was waiting for the best opportunity to take action. Once Shen Lang's life is threatened, he will definitely lend a helping hand to make this kid grateful. By then, the Tiangui Clan will be able to make friends with him legitimately.

Before that, the old man in black robe still wanted to see Shen Lang's strength. The disciple he taught was really incredible!

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosions and roars continued, and the sword shadow space was still as solid as a rock, continuing to resist the sky-yin ghost fire released by the old man with the hosta.

Shen Lang could still hold on, but his face was a little ugly.

Although the body of the five elements can bring him a steady stream of spiritual power, his cultivation is still in the early stages of integration. The amount of spiritual power restored by the body of the five elements is slightly less than the consumption of spiritual power to maintain the operation of the Nine Nether Sword Formation.

The Nine Nether Sword Formation is powerful, and the amount of spiritual power it consumes is terrifying. Shen Lang could only extract the nine-color divine light from time to time and convert it into spiritual power to replenish consumption.

"Senior, your magical power seems a bit lacking. Why don't you try something stronger?" Shen Lang sneered.

The hosta old man's face was livid. This kid had been able to hold on for so long. Not only was nothing wrong with him, he even mocked himself with ease, which made him extremely embarrassed.

"Blood Shadow Divine Needle!"

The old man with hosta gave a loud shout and sacrificed his own magic weapon.

Suddenly, one hundred and eight long needles as red as blood floated in front of him. Each long needle was about half a meter long. Strange blood-colored flames surged on the needle tips, containing terrifying power, and the space was filled with blood. Gaps were burned out.

Originally, the hosta old man did not want to use his own magic weapon unless it was absolutely necessary. To deal with a mere monk in the integration stage, you have to use your own magic weapon, which will make you appear incompetent.

But this kid's strength is too weird. In order to win the battle quickly, the old hosta can only attack with all his strength!

The old hosta injected a large amount of spiritual power into the one hundred and eight bloody magic needles. The one hundred and eight long needles instantly turned into dense blood-colored threads, crushing the space, and even spread in the crushed space. A shocking bloody poisonous fire.

"kill!"

Following the old man's roar, the blood-red silk threads weaved into a large net and flew towards Shen Lang.

"Nine Nether Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang was shocked and used all his strength to activate the Nine Star Swords to attack.

"boom!"

The sword shadow space formed by the nine swords of Tianxing collided with the bloody net, and the sound of collision resounded through the sky.

After being hit by the sword shadow space, the bloody net collapsed.

Just when Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred!

Although the big blood-colored net disintegrated, it turned into one hundred and eight long blood-colored needles again. Countless blood needles flew out from the sword shadow space and shot straight towards Shen Lang.

"Oops!"

Shen Lang felt chills all over his body. He had no time to take back the Nine Nether Sword Formation, so he had to turn over his hand and use the Hunyuan Golden Sword.

"Aurora Continuous Slash!"

With a roar, the Hunyuan Golden Sword in Shen Lang's hand turned into a phantom, and he swung it forward crazily, striking out thirty swords almost at the same time!