Chapter 2067

With a wave of one hand, he urged the sword light.

In a flash, thousands of sword lights quickly gathered from all directions. However, those sword lights bounced away after colliding with each other.

"No, it's not fast enough. The timing is not right!"

Shen Lang clenched his teeth and tried several times.

Unfortunately, every time there are some small deviations, it is difficult to grasp the best time.

Just as Shen Lang tried again and again.

"Pooh!"

A white sword light broke Shen Lang's sword shield and plunged deep into his shoulder. The blood arrow darted out.

"Ah!!!"

Shen Lang shuddered all over, and uttered a scream in his mouth. His pretty face turned white.

His right shoulder was pierced with a blood hole, blood and flesh blurred. Fortunately, Shen Lang's body strength is high enough. Otherwise, if he gets this sword light, his whole shoulder and arm will be blown open.

"Damn it!"

Shen Lang clenched his teeth and spilled a lot of blood at the corners of his mouth. He used the holy Yang fighting spirit to suppress the pain.

The sword and shield have been broken because of serious damage.

Shen Lang's remnant lightsaber array is unskilled. It is too hard to defend under the control of puppets. There will always be missing lightsabers attacking him.

Now the whole body's sword and shield have collapsed. Shen Lang has no barrier to protect his body. If Shen Lang refuses to use other magic powers, he will surely die when the next sword light comes!

"I don't believe it!"

Shen Lang's heart was filled with a strong reluctance. How could he be planted in the hands of a puppet!

With the determination to save his life, Shen Lang made his last attempt.

He pushed the remnant light sword array to the extreme. The countless sword lights in the array once again gathered from all directions. A large number of sword lights converged at a point like a meteor, and then exploded instantly!

"Explode me!"

Shen wave's eyes burst out with pure light and a hysterical roar.

Finally.

"Boom!"

A brilliant light like the sun burst out, and the power of terror and destruction burst out from the center, making the space slightly distorted and shaken!

The powerful destructive power will tear the remnant lightsaber array under the puppet directly, and the dazzling white light will devour the puppet!

After a series of deafening roars, the puppet's body directly broke, and most of his body was blown to pieces by the white light!

Shen Lang's eyes are wide open, his face is full of ecstasy, and his ideas are realized, which is based on inspiration. How can a blow of inspiration bring out such terrible power?

The power of that blow just now can shake the space, which is no less than the powerful blow of the friar in the early stage of practicing virtual!

It should be known that the strength gap between the early stage and the later stage of transforming the spirit is very different. Forty or fifty monks in the later stage of transforming the spirit are not necessarily the opponents of a friar in the early stage.

Shen Lang's attack can even reach the level of the early stage of deficiency cultivation. Even he himself is a little unbelievable.

After the explosion, the puppet couldn't see the figure of the man. There was no movement. A large number of pieces like crystal fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, I see!"

The waves fell to the ground, laughing wildly.

His previous understanding of the sword array of the formula was too shallow, and he thought that the power of these formulas was fixed. In fact, this was not the case, but there was a limit when the formula was set, and the power could not break this limit.

And the pure Yang Sword of Tiangang is different. It's really a mind skill that makes the world cry. The remnant lightsaber array is just like a free platform. It can control all the flying swords within a certain range, and create a great possible attack means for the template.

When shenlang suddenly realized and laughed, the shadow of a silver haired old man appeared in the sky of Jianshan, and the ghost mother of Styx river was waiting beside him.

Cloud trace son's calm face could not help but show a trace of surprise: "this boy It's really amazing to be able to see through the subtlety of the sword ceremony! "

He didn't expect Shen langzhen to defeat the puppet only by the supernatural power in the pure Yang Sword Scripture of Tiangang. He thought it was too difficult for Shen Lang, but only with extremely small expectation.

It's amazing that Shen Lang did it, and yunchenzi was overwhelmed by Shen Lang's amazing understanding.

The ghost mother of the Styx River also praised: "the master did not see the wrong person as expected. The young master is the top of the top, no matter in talent or in savvy. This is the cultivation in the later stage of the transformation of the gods. I feel a trace of the doorway of Xuanyu, which will become a great weapon in the future! "

Cloud mark son shakes a head way: "he is still young, cannot too praise, make its conceited.". Xuanyu's doorway is not so touchable. He hasn't even touched his fur. How can we talk about Xuanyu? In the future, it's up to us to see if we can make great achievements. From ancient times to the present, how many of the monks of Mahayana period can really practice Xuanyu? "

"Besides, his path is doomed to twists and turns. At the beginning, I spent more than 100000 years in order to reach the cultivation conditions of sword Scripture and visited numerous regions in the ancient spiritual world. This son doesn't have a long life like me. Can we make it or not

"The ghost mother of Styx River asked with a smile:" even so, the master still has great expectations for the little master

"There are infinite possibilities for people with unpredictable fate. Of course, I hope they can become great weapons." Cloud mark son caresses must smile, also did not deny.

"Ghost mother, first cure Shen Lang's injury, then bring him to me."

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow of cloud mark Zi Xu ordered a sentence and then disappeared from the sky.

On Jianshan mountain, Shen Lang is still in the middle of excitement, remembering the attack just now, but his intention is not enough.

He felt as if he had seen the gate of the new world, and immediately had great self-confidence. As long as he studied the sword array and mastered the more powerful attack method, it was not a dream at the early stage of the enemy's weakness training!

"Congratulations to Shaozhu for completing all the tasks."

The ghost mother of Styx river appeared in front of Shen Lang and said respectfully.

Shen Lang said excitedly, "ghost mother, can I go to see Shifu now?"

He understood master's hard work. He had a lot of questions to ask yunchenzi.

"Young Lord, please take a rest and don't be impatient. You need to bathe and change clothes first. When you recover, the old slave will take you to see the master."

After that, the ghost mother of the Styx River takes out a bathtub from the storage ring, then takes out a jade bottle, and pours a drop of the same golden liquid into the bathtub as last time.

In a flash, the golden liquid turned into a large number of golden water, overflowing the whole bath barrel.

"Little Lord, these potions can cure your injuries and relieve mental fatigue."

"Thank you, godmother."

After the ghost mother figure disappeared, Shen Lang took off his clothes and soaked in the tub.

Those golden potions can really cure your body quickly. With the holy Yang battle spirit, Shen Lang's wounded flesh and bones are healing and scabbing at a visible speed.

After half an hour's soak, Shen Lang's injury has basically recovered. The accumulated pressure over the past 30 years has been eliminated, and the whole person is refreshed.

In the process of bathing, Shen Lang took the map and jade slips from the storage ring that his ghost mother gave him 30 years ago, and looked at them with interest.