"hiss!"

The Mahayana old man wearing a jade hairpin showed a trace of pain on his face, and immediately retracted his huge palm and turned into a normal palm.

A large amount of blood suddenly gushed out of the old man's right palm, and the blood flowed continuously. There was a hollow wound in his palm, which was wounded by Shen Lang!

"This...is impossible!"

Seeing that his attack not only did not make any achievements, but was also injured by the other party, the old man in the Jade hairpin could not believe his eyes.

How could a monk in the mere fusion stage have such strong strength?

Seeing that Shen Lang was able to injure the Mahayana cultivator, several young ladies from the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan were really shocked. They could not think of any words to describe Shen Lang.

"Hahaha, I think that's just like this, the Mahayana cultivator of Guiming Sect!"

Shen Lang laughed loudly, and the nine swords of the sky star swayed around him, like a rainbow-colored halo.

Hearing this harsh laughter, the old man in the jade hairpin became angry and angry, and smoked from his seven orifices.

"court death!"

Another white-haired old man was so angry that he was about to take action.

Shen Lang sarcastically said, "The two seniors are so capable. When dealing with me, a small fusion monk, you have to fight against one? You are not afraid of laughing at others when it is spread out?"

He said these words purely to inspire the old man from the temple.

Shen Lang also knew that with his strength, he might be able to fight against early Mahayana monks, but at most he would have fought with one early Mahayana monk and would definitely die if he met two people.

If you can defeat a Mahayana monk first and then face another Mahayana monk, even if you lose, there will be great hope of running away.

"Senior brother retreated and asked me to kill this ignorant yellow-haired child in person!"

The old man with jade hairpin stopped the white-haired man. The anger in his heart had expanded to the extreme, and his face twisted: "Children, as you wish, if you don't tear you into pieces today, I will not deserve to be the ancestor of Guiming Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man with a jade hairpin turned out of his palms with a sinister expression. Two black pillars of fire surged from his palms, and rushed towards Shen Lang with lightning and thunder.

"hiss!"

Shen Lang's hair was standing up all over his body, and the black flame was extremely terrifying. If he had relied on other magical powers, he would probably be unable to resist it.

At this stage, facing the Mahayana cultivator, Shen Lang only has a magical power that can be used as a magical power in the Nine Nether Sword Formation. It may be stronger to transform into a golden-eyed stone ape, but there will be huge hidden dangers.

He would not do this unless he had no choice.

"Nine Nether Sword Formation, block it!"

With a loud shout, the nine swords of the Tianxing around Shen Lang crushed the original space, forming a circular sword shadow space, which was used by Shen Lang as a shield and blocked him.

"Boom boom boom!"

The terrifying black fire pillar bombarded the sword shadow space, making violent roars one after another, and the space was blown out one after another.

Seeing that Shen Lang's strange magical power could actually resist his own celestial ghost fire head-on, the old man with the Jade Hairpin was shocked at first, and then his face was extremely ferocious: "I want to see how long you can last!"

As a Mahayana cultivator, the old man with the Jade Hair could naturally see that the magical powers used by Shen Lang had already had a powerful power to change space, and even had some shadows of the mysterious realm, which was incredible!

The old man with Jade Hair could not believe that it was really the Xuan Realm, but such powerful magical powers must be supported by extremely huge spiritual power! He concluded that this kid would not last long.

Shen Lang tried his best to support the sword shadow space to continuously resist the attack of the fire pillar. Occasionally, several black flames splashed on him, all blocked by the Hunyuan Qi shield condensed in front of him.

The two of them had been in a stalemate for half a minute, and the old man with the Jade Hair gradually became gloomy. He thought it was a strange thing. Logically speaking, a monk in the fusion stage could not have such huge spiritual power.

He hadn't seen Shen Lang absorb the Yin spiritual power in the air. Can this kid survive until now?

Niu Fengfuer and others were also stunned, and it was hard to imagine how Shen Lang did it.

Tianyou's face on the back of the corpse Kun was extremely gloomy. The stronger Shen Lang was, the more jealous and hatred he felt in his heart. He wanted these two Mahayana cultivators to kill Shen Lang!

The old man in black robe next to him was shocked. He was waiting for the best opportunity to take action. Once Shen Lang threatened his life, he would definitely help him, making this kid grateful. At that time, the Tiangui Clan would be justified in making friends with him.

Before this, the old man in black robe still wanted to see Shen Lang's strength. The disciple he taught was indeed against the will of heaven!

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosion was still going on, and the sword shadow space was still as solid as a rock, continuing to resist the celestial ghost fire released by the old man in the Jade Hair.

Shen Lang could still hold on, but his face looked a little ugly.

Although the Five Elements Body Power brought him a steady stream of spiritual power, his cultivation level was only in the early stage of fusion, and the spiritual power recovery of the Five Elements Body was slightly less than the spiritual power consumption that maintained the operation of the Nine Nether Sword Formation.

The Nine Nether Sword Formation is powerful and the spiritual power consumed is also very terrifying. Shen Lang can only extract the nine-colored divine light from time to time, convert it into spiritual power, and supplement consumption.

"Senior, your magical power seems to be a bit insufficient. Why not try changing to a stronger one?" Shen Lang sneered.

The old man with a jade hairpin had a pale face. This kid had been with such a long time, not only did he not have any trouble, but he also easily mocked him, which made him extremely embarrassed.

"Blood Shadow Divine Needle!"

The old man from the jade hairpin shouted loudly and sacrificed his natal magic weapon.

Suddenly, one hundred and eight long needles as red as blood floated in front of him, each needle about half a meter long. A strange blood-colored flame surged on the tip of the needle, containing terrifying power, and the space was burned out with gaps.

Before the unsuccessful attempt, the old man from the Jade Hair did not want to use his natal magic weapon. He also had to use his natal magic weapon to deal with a mere fusion cultivator, which would make him seem incompetent.

But this kid's strength is too weird. In order to fight quickly, the old man from the Jade hairpin can only attack with all his strength!

The old man from the Jade hairpin injected a large amount of spiritual power into the 108 blood-colored magic needles. The 108 long needles instantly turned into dense blood-colored silk threads, shattering the space. The shattered space even had shocking blood-colored poisonous fire.

"kill!"

With the old man with the jade hairpin shouted, the blood-colored silk thread woven into a big net and shot towards Shen Langfei.

"Nine Nether Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang was shocked and activated the Tianxing Nine Swords with all his strength to launch an attack.

"boom!"

The sword shadow space formed by the nine swords of the sky hit a blood-colored net, and the sound of the collision resounded through the sky.

After being hit by the sword shadow space, the blood-colored net collapsed.

Just when Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred!

Although the blood-colored net collapsed, it turned into one hundred and eight long blood-colored needles again. Countless blood needles flew out of the sword shadow space and shot straight towards Shen Lang.

"Oops!"

Shen Lang's hair stood up all over his body. He had no time to withdraw the Nine Nether Sword Formation, so he had to turn his hands to sacrifice the Hunyuan Golden Sword.

"Aurora slashes!"
Chapter completed!