Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang's face darkened. He probably guessed the origin of these martial arts cultivators.

With such a large number of people, and in a dangerous place like Phoenix Valley, the opponent was probably the rumored martial artist from the Ling family in Longmen Mountain.

Seeing Ling Zhengnan slashing at him, Shen Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, and he immediately pulled out the White Shadow Sword from his waist and activated the sword light to defend against the blow.

"Ding!"

The sound of a fierce collision of swords was heard, and a wave of waves exploded in the lake.

The two of them each took a few steps back and stood on the lake. A martial artist in the Transformation Realm only needs to gather Qi under his feet to stand on the water without falling.

Ling Zhengnan was greatly surprised when the result was a draw. He suddenly realized that the sword in Shen Lang's hand was not ordinary.

"Holy weapon!"

Ling Zhengnan's expression changed, and his eyes were focused on the white jade sword in Shen Lang's hand. This boy actually has a sacred weapon?

You must know that as the son of the eldest elder of the Ling family, and because of his extraordinary talent, the family gave him two sacred weapons.

The other party is only in the middle stage of transformation, but he actually has a sacred weapon?

Ling Zhengnan first glanced at the sea of ​​​​fire in front of him. The fire python seemed to have retreated and would not be chasing him. More than half of the Ling family disciples died, and Ling Zhengnan was heartbroken.

It’s all this bastard! Ling Zhengnan's anger swelled, and he focused his sinister eyes on Shen Lang, and shouted angrily: "Who are you?"

"Before asking others, state your name first!" Shen Lang glanced around and said expressionlessly.

There are at least forty or fifty martial arts cultivators in the lake, as well as more than a dozen transformation masters. The situation is not good.

Ling Zhengnan's veins popped up on his forehead in anger, and he shouted: "Boy, you have killed so many of my Ling family children, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"

It was Shen Lang who attracted a reticulated crocodile and killed nearly a hundred elite disciples of their Ling family. Ling Zhengnan was furious. He was the one who suggested the idea of ​​capturing the fire python cubs. Now that so many people have died, the head of the family will definitely be furious, and he will not be able to eat anymore.

"Hahaha! So what if I'm so arrogant!" Shen Lang suddenly laughed wildly, with a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Since it's the Ling family, it's just the right time!"

Thinking of Su Ruoxue being persecuted by the inhuman spirit of the Ling family, Shen Lang had a deep hatred for the Ling family before coming to Linhai Tianshan.

"You're looking for death!" The two elders of the Ling family in the late stage of transformation were furious and were about to rush forward and kill Shen Lang.

Ling Zhengnan waved his sleeves and said sullenly: "Wait a minute, he's just a bastard. Let me handle it myself."

After saying that, Ling Zhengnan clenched his sword and slashed at Shen Lang with an evil force.

In the moment of the fight, Shen Lang already knew that Ling Zhengnan was incredibly powerful. Naturally, he did not dare to underestimate him and immediately set up the White Shadow Sword for defense.

"Ding ding ding!"

The sound of swords clashing could be heard endlessly, strong winds blew up, and waves splashed in the lake.

"You bastard, I am going to chop off your hands and feet! I will throw you into the Tower of Ten Thousand Beasts and torture you slowly to pay homage to the souls of my dead disciples of the Ling family!" Ling Zhengnan clenched his sword and slashed wildly while yelling.

"Really? I'm really scared."

Shen Lang said he was afraid, but Shen Lang had a mocking expression on his face.

"Death! Die! Die!" Ling Zhengnan was so angry that he became a mad dog.

What Shen Lang wanted was this effect, to irritate Ling Zhengnan. When he was emotionally aroused, he would ignore defense and attack crazily, and his flaws would immediately be revealed.

"The time passes!"

Shen Lang's eyes burst with light, and he instantly used the Thirteen Deadly Swords to counterattack, and the white shadow sword in his hand flew like a stream of light.

Countless rays of sword light spurted out from the tip of the sword, and the sword whistle filled the sky almost tearing the air apart.

Ling Zhengnan's attack was too selfless. Shen Lang's sudden sword attack was too fast, which surprised him. He had no time to parry, so he had to wave his sword energy crazily, trying to block the sword light in the sky.

The flash of light is the fastest move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, but the sword light coming from the tip of Shen Lang's sword is not as fragile as a silver needle. Ling Zhengnan needs to use all his internal strength to block the sword light. But in this case, Ling Zhengnan's sword swing speed will inevitably slow down.

The light from Shen Lang's move passed faster and faster, and his body rotated at high speed with the sword shadow. Shen Lang even flew above Ling Zhengnan's head, and countless sword lights fell from the sky.

"Dong dong dong!"

The lake water exploded into countless waves, and the sky was filled with water curtains.

The elders and elite disciples of the Ling family who were watching in the lake had to dodge the countless sword lights falling from the sky, showing expressions of incredible horror.

"Thirteen deadly swords!"

Ling Zhengnan yelled, finally waking up from his anger, with a look of fear on his face.

I never expected that this kid could perform such a famous sword skill!

"Oh no, hurry up and save the young master!"

An elder of the Ling family in the late stage of transformation shouted violently, and two elders of the late stage of transformation reacted immediately and rushed towards the center of the fight.

Unfortunately, it was a little late. The sword light hit him head and face, and it was difficult for Ling Zhengnan to resist.

His sword energy was very fast, but it was still not faster than the sword light that filled the sky. After seven or eight sword lights hit his body, Ling Zhengnan's whole body was filled with a layer of blood mist.

"you!"

Ling Zhengnan's eyes widened and he roared angrily. Unable to hold on any longer, he fell into the lake with a "plop". The surrounding lake was dyed bright red by the blood gushing from his body.

An elder in the late stage of the Ling Family's Transformation Realm immediately dived to the bottom of the lake, pulled Ling Zhengnan up, went to the grass on the shore, and stuffed the golden elixir into his mouth.

"If you dare to hurt the young master, you are seeking death!"

Another elder in the late stage of the Ling family's Transformation Realm opened his eyes angrily and slapped a palm towards Shen Lang. Shen Lang took advantage of the situation and hit a seven-injury fist to parry.

"Boom!"

The fists and palms met, making a muffled sound.

After Shen Lang received a counter-shock force, he landed smoothly on the shore and laughed dryly: "I heard that all of you Ling family martial arts cultivators are elites. How dare you call yourself an elite with such a rubbish level? Don't laugh so hard. Got it!"

As soon as these words came out, all the old disciples of the Ling family on the lake were furious.

"Asshole!"

"You dare to insult my Ling family, this kid is tired of living!"

"Yes, kill him!"

On the shore, Ling Zhengnan's injuries were under control after taking the healing elixir. It was hard for him to accept that he would lose to a mid-transformation bastard!

The Ling family is extremely martial, and Ling Zhengnan is extremely conceited. He doesn't want to admit this reality. The strong jealousy made him want to skin Shen Lang and cramp him.

"Don't let him escape, capture him alive! I will torture him!" Ling Zhengnan roared angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the forty elders and elite disciples of the Ling family all swarmed towards Shen Lang.

There are a dozen or so martial arts cultivators in the Transformation Realm, and the rest are all martial arts cultivators in the late Wenjing Realm or at the peak of the Wenjing Realm. Shen Lang is alone with one sword and one person.

Shen Lang shouted with a ferocious look on his face: "Okay, okay! If you meet me, Shen Lang, today, all of you Ling family members will die!"

After saying that, he took out the mother-and-son dragon tooth darts from the storage ring and frantically injected zhenqi into the golden double darts. (To be continued)