Godly Dragon Guard

"How... how is it possible!" Zhou Kuang's expression was dull and his brain was buzzing. He really couldn't have imagined that the ending would be like this.

With just one move, Shen Lang killed a five-star master, or was it an instant kill?

No, Shen Lang must have hit that sword move just now, otherwise it would be impossible to exert such a powerful force.

Zhou Kuang's heart suddenly sank, it's over, he was fooled by this kid!

When Shen Lang fought Pan Sen before, he must have deliberately created the illusion of weakness. It was only in this last game that he really showed his strength.

"Brother Kuang, what should we do now?" Wan Tianpeng asked, his voice trembling.

"How do I know what to do!"

Zhou Kuang's face was extremely gloomy. A master from Fengyun Hall died in such an unexplained manner. How could he communicate with his superiors? He already regretted it a little. No wonder Wan San had told him to be wary of Shen Lang before. This kid was indeed not as simple as he thought.

Damn it, I shouldn't have listened to Wan Tianpeng's words if I knew it. Now that I have completely provoked this boy Shen Lang, things will be very difficult to handle.

No matter how powerful Long Yuan was, Shen Lang could defeat the five-star master with one move. Zhou Kuang didn't think Long Yuan could resist for long.

If he keeps playing like this, Long Yuan will probably be played to death by Shen Lang.

"Damn it, I'm in bad luck today too!"

Zhou Kuang cursed loudly and walked out of the VIP room quickly, wanting to go down in person to stop the ring battle from continuing.

The uneasiness in Wan Tianpeng's heart grew stronger and stronger. He had thought that even if Shen Lang was powerful, he would not be able to deal with it.

Something is wrong with the situation now. This guy has obviously hidden his strength.

Wan Tianpeng's face remained uncertain for a while, and finally he decided to slip away. Shen Lang's strength suddenly increased a lot, and Wan Tianpeng was a little worried about his own safety.

Wan Tianpeng also walked out of the door, preparing to slip away.

In the ring, many people felt sick after seeing this bloody scene.

This is no longer a boxing match, but a fight.

Shen Lang waved the long sword in his hand to disperse the blood on the sword, and stared at Long Yuan expressionlessly.

Long Yuan's face was solemn. Shen Lang killed a five-star master with lightning speed, which immediately put great pressure on him.

At this time, cowardice leads to death faster. Long Yuan knew this truth well, so he simply took the risk and rushed towards Shen Lang without stopping.

"Drink!" Long Yuan's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a loud shout. He turned one hand into a claw and grabbed Shen Lang's neck fiercely.

It was obvious that a sharp wind appeared on the five fingers of Long Yuan's right hand, piercing the air and striking towards Shen Lang like lightning.

"Dragon claw hand?" Shen Lang raised his eyebrows. A monk who can master Shaolin's unique skills actually became a lackey of Fengyun Hall?

Although Long Yuan's dragon claw hand is not very skillful, its power cannot be underestimated. One claw can easily crush a thick steel plate, let alone a flesh and blood body.

This guy's strength is not even a little bit higher than the previous Pan Sen. Not only is his physical fitness amazing, he is also a martial arts cultivator at the peak of his early days, and his internal strength is also relatively strong.

Long Yuan is considered to be the top existence among the five-star masters.

Shen Lang quickly raised his long sword to defend. One of Long Yuan's claws hit the sword body. The two internal forces collided. Shen Lang took a few steps back, minimizing Long Yuan's attack.

If Shen Lang didn't use his inner energy to resist, Long Yuan's claw could directly shatter the sword in his hand.

The main reason is that Shen Lang has very little internal power and can only take the smallest defense.

Fortunately, the quality of this sword was good, and Long Yuan's claw did not break the sword.

Waiting for the opponent to release his strength, Shen Lang quickly turned from defense to offense. With his eyes focused, he seized the opportunity and turned the long sword in his hand into a phantom, attacking towards Long Yuan.

"drink!"

Long Yuan was shocked, and the long sword in Shen Lang's hand turned into countless phantoms, carrying a weak sword energy, stabbing towards him.

Long Yuan hurriedly used his claws to parry, and used his internal strength to force away Shen Lang's sword thrust.

"Ding ding ding!"

Countless crisp sounds mixed with air explosions came as Longyuan Longclaw's high-frequency fingers struck at Shen Lang with sword thrusts, blocking the wind.

The scene was really dazzling, and the audience was shocked to see it. They grabbed Shen Lang's stabbing sword with their bare hands and the sword was still intact. This was too weird!

What is shocking is that the sword in Shen Lang's hand is getting faster and faster, and even his footsteps are like ghosts, and there is no trace at all.

"What kind of move is this?" Long Yuan cried out in his heart, and finally a trace of panic appeared on his face. He could no longer parry Shen Lang's flowing sword moves, so he had to retreat one after another.

To outsiders on the field, the long sword in Shen Lang's hand was like a stream of light, dazzling people and making it difficult to see what was real.

Time flies! It is the fastest move among the three moves to seize the moon. Every blow can activate the flowing sword energy. This move is best for quickly suppressing the enemy.

However, the zhen qi used by Shen Lang was very weak and was not enough to hit the flowing light sword qi.

But Shen Lang drew his sword very quickly, and it became faster and faster. Long Yuan could no longer resist it, and was hit by the sword one after another in various parts of his body.

Almost as fast as he breathed, Long Yuan's body was already covered with blood. There were blood holes all over his upper body. The blood dyed his monk's robe red. The sword energy shredded half of the monk's robe, and blood spilled all over the floor.

The audience in the audience couldn't help but tremble. They had never seen such a weird fencing technique before, and they couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at every move in the ring.

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Kuang, who was running down the stairs, yelled.

Many viewers at the scene turned their attention to Zhou Kuang.

Zhou Kuang ran towards the ring quickly. Damn it, as soon as he came down, Long Yuan was beaten to death!

"Shen Lang, don't kill him!" Zhou Kuang yelled.

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed, and he used a stone-splitting palm to shake Long Yuan away in front of him. Then he used a return movement to seize the moon, and rushed forward to stab Long Yuan in the lower abdomen.

It is the dantian in Longyuan's belly.

Shen Lang's long sword stabbed and twisted, Long Yuan's face twisted, a low scream came from his mouth, and his lower abdomen had turned into a blood hole.

The sword energy struck, even if it is weak, will instantly crush the arteries and veins, making it difficult for the wound to heal.

Especially the dantian. Shen Lang used his long sword to crush the dantian in Long Yuan's belly, which was equivalent to destroying this guy's cultivation!

Facts have proved that when Shen Lang is really serious, as long as his opponent is not a six-star master, he will basically not fall behind.

"No!" Zhou Kuang roared with round eyes.

"You...you crippled me!" Long Yuan fell to the ground, staring at Shen Lang with red eyes, and a lot of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His expression made him want to eat Shen Lang.

"It's okay if I don't kill you. If you keep chirping in my ear, I won't mind sending you home with one sword." Shen Lang snorted coldly.

Veins popped out on Long Yuan's forehead. It was more uncomfortable to have his cultivation crippled than to kill him directly. (To be continued)