Godly Dragon Guard

From the Ancient Artifact Sect, only thirteen disciples advanced to the tenth round.

Xia Shan'er and Ning Xiaoyao also advanced successfully.

The two women each received a jade card.

The fifty monks who advanced to the tenth round returned to their seats after receiving their match numbers.

"The tenth round of the Qianqiu Huiwu Arena Battle has officially begun. No. 1 Ancient Artifact Men Ning Xiaoyao will face No. 2 Zhaoyang Zong Ding Qing." Luo Cheng began to announce the match information.

Ning Xiaoyao happened to be number one. She flew up and landed in the center of the ring with a jade token in hand.

"Come on, Saint!"

"The saint must win, win this battle!"

At the Ancient Artifact Sect stand, many disciples cheered loudly and cheered for Ning Xiaoyao.

"Sister Yaoyao, you can definitely win!"

Xia Shan'er also clenched her pink fists, and regardless of her shyness, she cheered for Ning Xiaoyao at the top of her lungs.

Ning Xiaoyao was very lucky. Her opponent was a monk from the Zhaoyang Sect who was at the peak of the late half-immortal stage. His cultivation level was not as good as hers.

Shen Lang glanced at the Zhaoyang Sect monk who was facing off against Ning Xiaoyao, knowing that there was no suspense in this match, so he simply closed his eyes to rest.

The duel began, and it was indeed a battle without any suspense.

Ning Xiaoyao started with a fifth-level immortal technique "Frost Dragon Descending from Heaven", which froze the Zhaoyang Sect disciple's immortal weapon, forcing the opponent to surrender and not dare to fight again.

After all, for a half-immortal, the fifth-level earthly immortal technique can kill people, and the Zhaoyang Sect disciple did not dare to joke with his own life.

In this way, Ning Xiaoyao advanced to the final round without any pressure.

The disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect cheered and the elders were all smiling. Ning Xiaoyao took the first place, which calmed people's hearts.

Unfortunately, the subsequent disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect did not fare as smoothly as Ning Xiaoyao.

The monks who can advance to the tenth round are all half-immortals at the peak level.

The two disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect after Ning Xiaoyao were defeated by each other and lost the arena battle.

Just when the morale of the Ancient Artifact Sect was low, Luo Cheng shouted loudly, "In the next match, Shen Lang, the 11th Ancient Artifact Sect, will face Lu Peng, the 12th Ancient Artifact Sect."

"Wow!"

As soon as Luo Cheng finished speaking, a pot exploded at the Ancient Artifact Sect.

"Damn it, this is so unlucky, we are actually fighting with fellow monks!"

"Alas, a spot was wasted."

"Senior Brother Lu Peng and Junior Brother Shen Lang..."

The disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect were talking a lot.

All the elders also looked at each other with dissatisfied expressions. The disciples finally advanced to the tenth round, but they didn't expect that they would be competing with the same disciples.

The Ancient Artifact Sect undoubtedly suffered a big loss.

"Senior brother, this..." Xia Shan'er frowned. Although she was simple-minded, she could guess that this might be Lu Peng's deliberate move.

"Haha, I finally have a chance to fight against this bastard Shen Lang. It's just what I want!"

Lu Peng's mouth revealed a sinister smile.

Shen Lang glanced at Lu Peng. No wonder this guy was following behind him. It turned out that he had peeked at the serial number of his jade plaque and deliberately picked a jade plaque with an adjacent serial number.

Ning Xiaoyao lightly kicked Shen Lang with his jade foot and said, "Shen Lang, show that stubborn guy Lu Peng a little color and win this battle!"

Shen Lang was slightly surprised, and Chuanyin responded, "I'll do my best."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Peng took the lead to fly out from the ancient artifacts gate stand. Like a gymnast, he did a 360° backflip and landed handsomely on the ring.

Shen Lang also flew onto the ring and stood on each side of Lu Peng.

There was a commotion inside and outside the square. The disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect didn't know who to cheer for, so they could only watch silently.

The disciples of the other six immortal sects were all gloating over the misfortune.

Xia Shan'er's expression was complicated. She always felt that Senior Brother Lu Peng was getting deeper and deeper into trouble. If he kept being so evil-minded, there would probably be no good results.

Ning Xiaoyao was happy to watch the show. In the previous few ring battles, Shen Lang barely showed his strength. Meeting Lu Peng this time should give him a glimpse of Shen Lang's true strength.

She couldn't wait to see what this man was capable of, and how he could kill the former Yellow Lion King.

In the center of the square arena, Shen Lang and Lu Peng looked at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Oh, Junior Brother Shen, I didn't expect that you and I would bump into each other. Senior Brother is really heartbroken!"

Lu Peng deliberately put on a sad look to hide the secret joy in his heart.

Shen Lang didn't bother to expose Lu Peng's acting skills. He also entered the movie king mode and said solemnly, "I am going to have a battle with Senior Brother Lu. Junior Brother, I am also very sad! Maybe I will eliminate Senior Brother when I get excited."

Hearing this sarcasm, Lu Peng's face instantly darkened, but he quickly returned to normal and said with a fake smile, "Senior brother, I usually let you do everything, but the quota for this hunting trial is too important. Senior brother can't let it go anymore." It’s you. If senior brother strikes too hard, please don’t blame me!”

"To each other, Junior Brother, when I usually fight with others, I don't take any action lightly. Senior Brother, you'd better be careful!"

Shen Lang shrugged and sneered.

Seeing Shen Lang's arrogant look, Lu Peng really couldn't pretend anymore and wished he could kill this bastard right now. He said sternly, "No more nonsense, junior brother, take over!"

"Fifth level earth magic, Gengjin Tribulation Thunder!"

Lu Peng quickly formed a seal with his hands, let out a thunderous shout from his mouth, pushed out his palms, and shot out two spiral golden thunder beams from his palms.

"boom!"

Two spiral golden thunder beams flew toward Shen Lang like huge waves.

As expected of the Five Thunder Techniques, the domineering and fierce power of the Geng Jin Tribulation Thunder made Shen Lang feel palpitations. This time, Shen Lang did not fight back with his sword. He wanted to test the power of his new magical power.

"The fifth level earth magic, Guishui Yin Lei!"

Shen Lang shouted softly, and a powerful black electric arc suddenly surged out from all over his body. He also pushed out his palms, and two completely different black spiral thunder beams shot out from his palms, hitting the two golden thunder beams like a tsunami. .

next moment.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The golden thunder and the black thunder intertwined and collided, bursting out with an extremely ear-piercing explosion, shaking the sky and the earth! The terrifying energy rushed around the square, and was blocked by the defensive restrictions raised around the square.

The two Five Thunder Techniques collided, and the Qianqiu City Square seemed to have experienced a magnitude 10 earthquake, which frightened the minds of the monks watching the battle.

"Gui...Gui Shui Yin Lei? No, this is impossible! How could you have learned this kind of magical power?"

Lu Peng held back all his strength and kept releasing the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder. He was shocked to find that Shen Lang was actually using the Five Thunder Techniques, or the Guishui Yin Thunder, which was the most difficult to practice in the Five Thunder Techniques.

What was even more surprised was the elder of the Ancient Artifact Sect in the stands.

"Did I read that correctly? That's the Five Thunder Method, Guishui Yin Thunder?"

"Look at the aura, it must be Guishui Yinlei!"

"No, Guishui Yin Lei is the most difficult lightning strike technique among the five thunder techniques. No one in our sect has learned it for tens of millions of years. How can a young disciple who has just started mastering such a five thunder technique be able to master it? "

The elders of the Ancient Artifact Sect looked at each other in shock.

The usually calm old man Nangong Mo's face moved slightly, his eyes turned to He Jian who was still in shock, and he said indifferently, "Elder He Jian, you are really a good disciple!"