Kryptonian cultivation, invincibility starts from opening the Demon Suppression Tower

As the killers gradually approached, Shen Lang's aura began to rise, and the true energy in his body surged like a rushing river.

He held the sword tightly in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

The killers also felt the change in Shen Lang's momentum. They looked at each other with a hint of caution in their eyes.

Just when the two sides were about to get into trouble, Shen Lang's figure suddenly moved.

He was like a ghost, using his earth-level movement skills, and his figure instantly became blurry, leaving only afterimages in the air.

The killers were all shocked when they saw this, but they were well-trained after all, so they reacted immediately and attacked one after another.

However, Shen Lang's movements were too weird, and their attacks always failed and could only hit the illusory shadows.

Shen Lang shuttled freely among the killers, like a dragon tumbling in the sea.

He saw the right moment, swung out the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy shot out, instantly piercing the chest of a killer.

The killer's eyes widened, and before he could let out a scream, he collapsed to the ground.

The other killers were horrified when they saw this, but they still did not back down and continued to besiege Shen Lang crazily.

Shen Lang was not afraid at all. He used his physical skills to the extreme, constantly dodging attacks while looking for the killers' flaws.

As time went by, several more killers died under Shen Lang's elusive attack.

Zhang Yuanshan and Murong Qing'er looked on in shock. They didn't expect Shen Lang to be so powerful. How come they hadn't seen this move before, but it was so powerful!

He was able to jump directly to kill a killer who was more powerful than him!

When the last killer also fell under Shen Lang's sword, Shen Lang stopped and looked at Zhang Yuanshan and Murong Qing'er coldly.

Zhang Yuanshan and Murong Qing'er looked horrified at this time, realizing that they had completely failed.

Facing such a powerful Shen Lang, they could no longer think of any resistance, and could only tremble under Shen Lang's cold gaze.

At this time, Murong Qing'er's face no longer had the previous pride and ridicule, but was replaced by deep fear and panic.

She looked at the killer's corpse on the ground, and then at Shen Lang, who was exuding a cold aura. Her legs softened and she knelt down with a "pop".

"Shen Lang...please, please spare me..."

Murong Qing'er's voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes, "I...I can tell you about your life experience."

Hearing this, Shen Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Murong Qing'er closely. The sword in his hand was still stained with the enemy's blood, and a drop of blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword.

"Are you telling the truth?" Shen Lang's voice was cold and majestic.

Murong Qing'er nodded repeatedly, as if grasping the last straw, and said eagerly: "It's true, Shen Lang, I know some secrets about your life experience. As long as you don't kill me, I will tell you. It's true." of!"

Shen Lang was silent for a moment, thinking about the credibility of Murong Qing'er's words.

He knew that his life experience was very important to him, and perhaps this was a rare opportunity.

"Okay, I can refrain from killing you for the time being, but if you dare to lie to me, you will be responsible for the consequences." Shen Lang said in a serious tone.

Murong Qing'er nodded quickly and replied: "I will never lie to you, Shen Lang. I will definitely tell you everything I know."

At this time, she didn't have the arrogance she had before, and she looked like she was just trying to survive in a humble way.

Murong Qing'er took a deep breath and said quietly: "Shen Lang, what I know is that both of your parents died. When you were a child, you had adoptive parents who adopted you, but then they suddenly died for some unknown reason. The world has evaporated, and you don’t know whether you are alive or dead. From then on, you, as a young child, have no relatives and friends, and can only rely on your own hands to survive with difficulty. I... I only know these, the rest are really It’s unclear.”

After saying this, Murong Qing'er looked at Shen Lang carefully, as if observing his reaction.

Shen Lang's face became very gloomy, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, Murong Qing'er's words kept echoing in his mind.

Both parents died, and the adoptive parents disappeared.

Last time, they carefully planned to put themselves to death, and their vicious faces and vicious thoughts are still vivid in their minds.

But out of a moment of kindness, he actually let them go.

But as the saying goes, things can only come in threes. If they let the tiger go back to the mountain easily this time, who knows what trouble they will make.

There is absolutely no room for sloppiness in this sword order reference.

If these two people show up during the exam and deliberately cause trouble, then all your efforts may be in vain and all your expectations will be in vain.

Thinking of this, Shen Lang understood that no matter what, there was no reason to let them go.

He held the sword in his hand tightly, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his arm violently, raised his sword and lowered it, all in one movement.

The sharp sword power cut through the air like lightning.

At this time, Zhang Yuanshan and Murong Qing'er thought that they would be able to escape this time with their past experience.

They were still thinking about how to prevent Shen Lang from taking the exam later, and they had even begun to conceive of insidious strategies in their minds.

However, they never expected that this life-threatening sword would come so fast, so fast that they had no time to react.

The scarlet blood flowed out like a spring, spreading wantonly on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Shen Lang looked at Zhang Yuanshan and Murong Qing'er, who were lying on the ground and had no breath, expressionlessly. His eyes were cold and calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The bodies of Zhang Yuanshan and Murong Qing'er lay twisted in a pool of blood, and their faces still showed the fear and despair before death, but all this could not stir up even a ripple in Shen Lang's heart.

These two people can be said to have brought trouble upon themselves and were trapped in their own cocoons.

His eyes just swept over lightly, as if he was just looking at two insignificant items.

Then, Shen Lang turned around resolutely, his actions were decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation or nostalgia.

He continued on his way to Tianshan Sword Sect.

Not long after, Shen Lang came to a small teahouse at the foot of Tianjian Mountain Sect.

The teahouse looked a bit old, and the wooden signboard swayed gently in the wind, making a "creaking" sound.

There were a few simple tables and chairs at the door, and some tired travelers were sitting there to rest.

Shen Lang slowly walked into the teahouse and found an empty seat to sit down.