Kryptonian cultivation, invincibility starts from opening the Demon Suppression Tower

Sweat gradually appeared on Shen Lang's forehead. He knew that it was not a good idea to continue in a stalemate like this. He had to find the opponent's weakness.

While dealing with the fierce attack of the clone, he carefully observed the clone's movements and moves.

Suddenly, Shen Lang discovered a subtle movement of the clone. Every time he attacked, his right foot would lag behind slightly.

He had a thought in his mind.

Shen Lang deliberately exposed a flaw to attract the clone to attack with all his strength.

At the moment when the clone's right foot lagged behind, Shen Lang suddenly turned sideways to avoid the attack, and at the same time, the sword in his hand stabbed straight at the clone's weakness.

The clone obviously did not expect Shen Lang to have such a move, and it was too late to dodge.

The sword pierced straight into the clone's chest, and the clone's movement stopped abruptly. There was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, and then it turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

Shen Lang gasped heavily.

After defeating himself, he realized his weaknesses.

He realized that he relied too much on his usual moves in battle and lacked the ability to respond.

Moreover, when facing strong pressure, the adjustment of mentality is not fast and steady enough.

I never thought there are so many shortcomings.

He looked at the entrance to the second test and walked over with firm steps.

The second test, blood sword confrontation, random one-on-one, the winner lives and the loser dies.

Xue Lingling and others also came out of the first test, waiting for the arrangement of the second test.

When the results were announced and Zhao Kuangshan faced Shen Lang, Zhao Kuangshan showed a ferocious smile on his face.

He laughed wantonly, his eyes full of contempt and ridicule: "Shen Lang, you unlucky guy, you actually met me. With your poor appearance, you don't even have a blood sword, and you still want to survive this test? It's just a foolish dream, today is your death day!"

Shen Lang looked at Zhao Kuangshan coldly. Although he was angry, he still remained calm: "Zhao Kuangshan, don't be arrogant. Whether there is a blood sword or not is not the only factor that determines life and death."

Zhao Kuangshan crossed his arms and said with more disdain: "Humph, you are still stubborn when you are about to die. Without the blood sword, what can you use to fight me? I only need to gently wave the blood sword in my hand to kill you."

Shen Lang gritted his teeth, his eyes were as firm as iron: "Do you think you can win with a blood sword? I, Shen Lang, have never been afraid of strong enemies. Even if I don't have a blood sword, I will do my best to fight you."

Zhao Kuangshan sneered: "You are really an ignorant guy, wait for death!"

This duel is extremely unfavorable to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang held the Bloodless Sword, while Zhao Kuangshan's Blood Sword emitted a cold light, as if announcing that Shen Lang was doomed to fail.

Xue Lingling clenched her fists anxiously, her eyes full of worry: "Shen Lang, be careful!"

Shen Lang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew clearly that he could not be swayed by fear and disadvantage at this moment, and he had to respond calmly and look for Zhao Kuangshan's flaws.

He must not forget what he learned from the first test just now.

Zhao Kuangshan saw this and became even more complacent: "Shen Lang, it's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy now, maybe I can give you a quick death."

Shen Lang snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, do it!"

Zhao Kuangshan stopped talking nonsense and rushed towards Shen Lang waving the Blood Sword.

The sword wind whistled, with a killing momentum.

Shen Lang dodged sideways and narrowly avoided this fierce attack.

But Zhao Kuangshan's attacks came one after another, leaving Shen Lang with almost no chance to breathe.

Shen Lang's physical strength was rapidly depleting, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

In the intervals of dodging, his brain was working rapidly, thinking about countermeasures.

Zhao Kuangshan's face was ferocious, and he laughed wildly and shouted: "Shen Lang, just accept your death obediently, don't make any more meaningless struggles!"

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and replied: "You don't want me to admit defeat!"

At this moment, Shen Lang found that every time Zhao Kuangshan attacked, there would be a tiny flaw in the defense on the right side.

He decided to take a risk and pretended to be exhausted, deliberately revealing a flaw to lure Zhao Kuangshan to attack.

Zhao Kuangshan was fooled and attacked Shen Lang's flaw with all his strength.

At the moment when his blood sword was about to pierce Shen Lang, Shen Lang flashed and quickly turned to Zhao Kuangshan's right side.

Shen Lang saw the opportunity and stabbed with a sword. Zhao Kuangshan couldn't dodge in time and was scratched on the arm by Shen Lang's sword.

"Ah!" Zhao Kuangshan screamed and the blood sword in his hand almost fell.

Shen Lang did not give Zhao Kuangshan any chance to breathe and swung his sword again.

However, Zhao Kuangshan was strong after all and soon recovered from his initial panic.

He realized that Shen Lang had only succeeded in a sneak attack and he could no longer take it lightly.

Zhao Kuangshan stabilized his body, his eyes became fierce, and he waved his blood sword and launched a more fierce counterattack.

Shen Lang was gradually at a disadvantage, and Zhao Kuangshan's sword moves came like a storm, making him overwhelmed.

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist Zhao Kuangshan's attack, but his strength gradually weakened and his steps began to stagger.

"Haha, Shen Lang, where did your prestige just now go?" Zhao Kuangshan laughed triumphantly, "Today is your death day!"

Xue Lingling looked at Shen Lang with a worried face, and her heart was extremely anxious. But the next second, her opponent called her up, not giving her any chance to distract herself, and the two instantly began a life-and-death contest.

Xue Lingling's opponent was a burly man who was wielding a huge axe and hacking at Xue Lingling fiercely.

Xue Lingling quickly came to her senses, dodged sideways, and stabbed the opponent with the long sword in her hand.

The strong man was very powerful, and every attack was accompanied by a whistling sound.

Xue Lingling was flexible, constantly dodging and moving under the attack of the axe, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

On the other side, Shen Lang heard Zhao Kuangshan's ridicule, and a surge of anger surged in his heart.

He endured the pain in his body and concentrated on dealing with Zhao Kuangshan's attack again.

"Zhao Kuangshan, don't be too proud too early!" Shen Lang roared.

Zhao Kuangshan was unmoved and continued to increase the intensity of his attack, trying to end the battle as soon as possible.

At this time, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield was extremely tense, and everyone was trying their best to survive.

Just when Zhao Kuangshan thought he had won, Shen Lang suddenly felt unwell, and a strong force was surging in his body, and the blood sword hidden in his body was ready to move.

Shen Lang tried to suppress it, and veins on his forehead bulged, and sweat fell like rain.

"What's going on? This power..." Shen Lang was secretly shocked. He tried desperately to control this violent power, but it was all in vain.

The power of the blood sword became stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to break free from Shen Lang's restraints.

Shen Lang's face turned pale and his body trembled.

"No, we can't let it get out of control!" Shen Lang gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength.

The master said that no one else should know about the blood sword.