"Sky Blue Divine Sand, go!" Shen Lang shouted, and a large amount of blue sand spurted out from his mouth. When the wind swelled up, it turned into a blue light rain all over the sky, blocking it in front of him.
The demon-hunting gun was full of blood, carrying the force of thunder, and hit the dense rain of light formed by the sky-blue divine sand.
"Boom!!!" An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and strong winds swept around. The robes of a group of Nascent Soul monks watching in the distance were blown away.
Seeing that the demon-hunting spear was temporarily stopped by the dense blue light rain, all the Nascent Soul Stage monks were shocked and showed surprised expressions.
Even if he could block Old Demon Feng Yue's magic weapon for just a moment, Shen Lang seemed to be quite capable.
"Five Elements Divine Sand?" Old Demon Feng Yue's face showed a slight strange color, but it soon returned to normal.
Although I don’t know where this kid got so much of the Five Elements Divine Sand, but with the early stage of Nascent Soul’s cultivation, the Five Elements Divine Sand is not powerful enough.
Feng Yue Lao Mo's face showed a trace of contempt again.
Although he only used 60 to 70% of his strength in this attack, if Shen Lang were at this level, it would be impossible for him to block his demon hunting spear.
"Boom!" The tip of the demon-hunting gun released an extremely dazzling bloody light, shattering the light shield formed by the blue light rain, and stabbed straight into Shen Lang's chest.
Shen Lang's face was extremely solemn, and he also expected that the sky blue sand alone would not be able to defend against the old demon's attack.
"Jiuli Sword Formation, hurry up!" Shen Lang used nine thunderous light-splitting swords with lightning speed, and the nine golden flying swords instantly turned into a dense number of sword lights, one divided into three, and three
For nine.
A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one rays of sword light rushed towards the incoming bloody spear.
"Ding ding ding ding ding!" A large amount of golden light was like dense golden threads, hitting the blood-colored light curtain at the tip of the demon hunting gun, making an earth-shattering sharp collision sound, and the air was vibrating.
"Turn swords into silk? There are so many of them!" The contemptuous expression on Old Demon Feng Yue's face instantly solidified, and he was finally shocked.
It is incredible that a monk in the early stage of Yuanying can master the magical power of turning swords into silk, and the opponent can actually release so much sword light.
I don’t know what kind of sword technique can have such great power? Even a well-informed monk like Feng Yue Lao Mo has never heard of it.
Shen Lang used all the sword light released by the Jiuli Sword Formation to defend against the attack of the Demon Hunting Spear, but it was still a bit difficult. This Demon Hunting Spear was an extraordinary magic weapon, and its power was really terrifying.
I saw that the impact of a large amount of sword light not only failed to offset the blood light on the tip of the demon hunting gun, but also greatly increased the blood light on the demon hunting gun, making it even more powerful.
Shen Lang felt a little numb. It seemed that he had underestimated the strength of Feng Yue Lao Mo. Just a random shot could have such terrifying power.
There was no other way, Shen Lang didn't dare to hide his clumsiness anymore, he pinched it with two fingers, and the eighty-one golden lights rushed out of the Yuyang Golden Thunder crazily.
"Crack!" A large number of Yuyang Golden Thunder suddenly erupted, forming a series of shocking red-gold thunder nets, which hit the blood-colored light curtain at the tip of the demon-hunting gun.
"Yuyang Golden Thunder!" Old Demon Fengyue was shocked and angry, his face changed drastically.
I really didn't expect that this kid has so many natal magic weapons refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystals.
"Sword formation, flying sword magic weapon refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystal..." A group of Nascent Soul Stage monks who were watching also showed shocked expressions. Shen Lang's magical power was much more amazing than he imagined.
In the blink of an eye, the red-gold thunder arc suppressed the blood light released by the demon-hunting gun, significantly weakening the power on the tip of the gun.
This magic weapon was indeed restrained by Yuyang Golden Thunder, and Shen Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ordinary magic light and energy will be instantly wiped out when encountering the Yuyang Golden Thunder, but the magic light released by the Demon Hunting Gun can barely resist the Yuyang Golden Thunder. The old demon Fengyue's magic weapon is really powerful.
With the help of Yuyang Golden Thunder, Shen Lang's pressure was greatly reduced and he used all his strength to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation.
Under the impact of a large amount of sword light, the power of the demon hunting spear finally slowly weakened, making a "buzzing" roar until the spear was blocked.
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Shen Lang's forehead. He relied on the two layers of defense of the sky blue divine sand and the sword array to withstand the shot of Old Demon Feng Yue. The strength of this old demon was indeed beyond compare.
Shen Lang was not stupid, and he could conclude that Old Demon Feng Yue had used all his strength in that shot from a distance, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to block it.
Moreover, in addition to the demon-hunting gun, the old demon probably also has more powerful treasures.
In short, the strength of the great monks in the late Nascent Soul is still unfathomable, and the current Shen Lang is no match for a monk of this level.
"Fellow Daoist Feng Yue has amazing magical powers. I'm lucky. I caught the blow from fellow daoist and I surrendered!" Shen Lang looked calm and hugged his fists towards the old demon Feng Yue on the opposite side.
The sound was not loud, but all the surrounding Nascent Soul stage monks could hear it clearly.
Shen Lang is also a person who cares about face. Since Old Demon Fengyue doubts himself, he must show his strength to break the doubts, so as not to become the laughing stock of everyone and make other Nascent Soul Stage monks despise him.
All the Nascent Soul Stage monks looked at each other in confusion, their old faces unable to conceal their expressions of horror.
Shen Lang seemed to have resisted the old devil's shot easily, and his magical powers were somewhat unfathomable! You must know that Shen Lang was only a monk in the early stage of Yuanying. Even in the middle stage of Yuanying, it was difficult to say that he could withstand Feng Yue Lao without any damage.
One blow from the devil's natal magic weapon.
Su Ruoxue let out a long breath and revealed a smile on her pretty face. Her heart was in her throat just now. Fortunately, Shen Lang was safe.
"Hmph!" Old Demon Fengyue took back his demon-hunting gun, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, thinking that he would be embarrassed now.
He originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach Shen Lang a lesson and make this kid suffer a little.
Who knew that this kid could really withstand his own magic weapon, and also show incredible magical powers, making him steal the show! "Oh, fuck.
"Feng Yue Lao Mo cursed secretly in his heart, extremely depressed.
Without saying anything, this kid is really evil. It is incredible enough to have so much Five Elements Divine Sand, but he also has so many natal magic weapons refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystal.
These are not the main points. The art of turning swords into silk that this boy just performed was extremely sharp, like some kind of small sword array.
If there were just a little more sword light, I might be in trouble! Ordinary Yuan Ying early stage monks would never have such a good value and such a powerful configuration.
If Shen Lang could kill a ghost cultivator like Zhong Wuling, Old Devil Feng Yue would believe it now.
Yuyang Golden Thunder is the absolute nemesis of the ghost monk. With so many Yuyang Golden Thunder, Zhong Wuling may not be able to bear it.
There was a hint of gloom in Feng Yue Lao Mo's eyes. He also practiced demonic techniques, and he had an instinctive feeling of hatred towards the monks who possessed the three great Yang Lei.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Fengyue, now Fellow Daoist Shen has also taken your blow. Can you agree to the conditions I proposed before?" Zhang Daoling smiled calmly and smoothed things over.