Chapter 2044

After one hit, the Thunder Dragon was defeated, and the black light was also broken.

Most of the sword light of Shenfeng sword array was defeated, but it was also barely supported and did not collapse.

The strength of the old man in black robe is beyond the imagination of Shen Lang, and the strength of the peak of Huashen is indeed extraordinary.

Fortunately, Lei zefen lightsaber contains a huge amount of Yuyang gold thunder, which has a strong restraining effect on the Shura sword of the old man in black robe, otherwise Shen Lang may not be able to take this attack so easily.

"No No way! "

The old man in black is frightened and discolored, so he can't accept the fact.

How is it possible for a monk in the middle period of deification to take all his efforts and remain safe?

The fighting power of the monks at the peak of the common God is at least two or three times that of the monks at the end of the common God! In addition, his Shura Dao is the best treasure of Honghuang. Although shenlang's complete set of flying swords is powerful, they can't reach the level of Honghuang treasure.

How could this boy turn around his great weakness in cultivation and magic weapons to compete with himself?

I can't believe it because I didn't see it with my own eyes.

"Here..."

Sun Zihao also stayed on the spot, seriously doubting that Shen Lang was not in the middle of the transformation.

Just in the process of Shen Lang's fierce fight with the old man in black robe, LAN xian'er also made a move. She knocked out the eleven enslaved monks in the period of deification one after another.

I saw that the eleven people fell directly from the sky to the ground. During the period of deification, the friars were very strong in body, so falling from the sky would not kill them, but some people who were not strong in body still fell open and spit blood.

LAN xian'er didn't take the lives of the eleven divination monks according to Shen Lang's orders. However, all these guys were unconscious and couldn't hinder them.

After taking care of the eleven monks, LAN xian'er came to Shen Lang's side, with a smile of banter on her face.

The old man in black robe looks like the earth. He feels that the situation is not good.

Shen Lang glanced at the old man in black robe and said contemptuously, "old man, didn't you just say you were going to kill us? Why, why don't you talk now? "

The old man in black robe was sweating on his forehead. He never dreamed that the strength of the other side was so strong that he could only gnash his teeth and say: "the Taoist friends are amazing, and I am willing to bow to the downwind. It's a pure misunderstanding that this matter is broken. We can make it small and small...... "

When he heard this, the grandson Hao was not happy and shouted: "Uncle Hei, you are a monk at the peak of your life. If you are afraid of what he does, don't tell you that you can't beat him!"

Black robed old man's face is as black as the bottom of a pot. Do you know if you can beat him or not?

If Shen Lang is alone, the old man in black robe still has the power of World War I, but he still has to face a mysterious lanxian'er. He has no bottom at all.

"Little Lord, don't use language to stimulate these two guys. Their strength is extraordinary. Even if the old slaves can rush up and fight with them, they can't guarantee your safety. "

The old man in black hurried to send a message to sun Zihao.

"Uncle Hei, how can you grow others' ambition and destroy your prestige? Is my grandson Hao a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Today, the Lord of our city must see what this kid can do! "

Sun Zihao's face roared proudly, but he didn't believe this evil. He immediately offered his most powerful magic weapon, a blue crystal long sword with a pale blue cold flame on the hilt. The breath was terrible and the frost was piercing.

"Little Lord, don't!"

The old man in black changed his face and was about to stop him.

"Five color magic light!"

Shen Lang sees the opportunity, opens his mouth and spurts out a magic light of five colors. The old man in black robe is hit by lightning and flint.

"Ah!!!"

The old man in black robe held his head and made a shrill scream. His brain was tingling.

The five color magic light of Shen Lang is not so effective against the friars at the peak of Hua Shen, but it can also make the other side lose the power of action in a short time.

"Ice dragon sword, chop!"

On the other hand, Sun Tzu Hao frantically poured a lot of spiritual power into the blue crystal long sword in his hand, and a sword split to Shen Lang.

For a time, it was snowy, and countless ice dragons poured out of the blue crystal color sword in his hand. There was a pale blue cold flame on his body, and everywhere he passed, the air condensed into ice.

The magic weapon in sun Zihao's hand is also a medium-class treasure, otherwise it can't play such a great power.

But in Shen Lang's eyes, the attack of this degree is really not worth mentioning.

Shen Lang sneers and continues to stir up the sword array of God's edge. The sword light like the waves sweeps towards the ice dragon.

"Boom!"

The frenzied sound of the explosion came, and all the ice dragons were swallowed up by the golden sword light, which easily resolved sun Zihao's attack.

Sun Tzu Hao was trapped in the light of a large sword, and he was hanged crazily.

"Black Uncle Hei, help me

Sun Zihao's scalp was numb with fear. However, the black uncle in his mouth was still holding his head and screaming. It seemed that he was attacked by some kind of spirit, and his combat effectiveness was zero.

LAN xian'er tied up the old man's body with a cloud swallowing lock.

Sun Zihao's arrogance disappeared because of the huge power gap. He hurriedly set up his blue crystal long sword to resist the light from all directions.

"Tao Forgive me, Taoist! You can't kill me. I'm the son of the Lord of Tiannan city. If you kill me, my father, immortal Feihu, will never let you go! "

Sun Zihao trembled with fear and let out a hysterical roar.

"The young city Lord is hard behind the scenes. I can't provoke him. I won't kill you, but I can give you a big gift! "

Shen Lang chuckles and tells LAN xian'er to control SUN Hao.

LAN xian'er immediately displays the unreal realm. Under the shadow of the unreal realm, SUN Hao screams loudly and loses his resistance.

Shen Lang takes back the Shenfeng sword array and flies directly to sun Zihao. Without saying anything, he slaps sun Zihao in the face!

"Pa!"

A crisp slap sounded.

"Ah!"

Sun Zihao let out a scream of crying and howling. He spat blood at his mouth and lost several of his cricket teeth.

Where is this slap? It's just like a huge meteor hammer hitting me!

"This is the gift I gave you!"

Shen Lang grins and slaps sun Zihao in the face.

This is not over.

"Pa! Crack! "Crack!"

Shen Lang continuously shakes more than 30 chin palms. His grandson Hao's face is swollen like a pig's head, with a lot of blood pouring out of his mouth, nose and ears.

Sun Zihao almost passed out after being tossed. His face was filled with boundless fear. He once doubted whether his face had been slapped off by Shen Lang.

After beating Sun Tzu Hao, Shen Lang continued to beat the old man in black.

The old man in black robe was beaten even worse. His ribs were all broken and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

After finishing these things, Shen Lang and LAN xian'er tied the two unlucky guys to a big tree with a cloud swallowing lock.

All the monks in the period of deification have settled down. Shen Lang, LAN xian'er and the fainting butterfly continue to sit on the purple cloud peak and fly towards the sky in the distance.