Seeing the sword light split into three coming towards him, Zhao Gang had no choice but to grit his teeth and put up the holy sword in his hand to defend himself.
Although Shen Lang's sword moves are fast, Zhao Gang has a sacred weapon in his hand after all. As long as he circulates his true energy, the sword swing speed will be accelerated to a jaw-dropping level.
"Ding Ding!" Zhao Gang quickly swung the holy sword to defend against Shen Lang's sword move, but the green glass sword still scratched his lower abdomen, leaving a long blood mark, and the sword light tore most of his shirt into pieces.
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"Tsk!" Shen Lang smacked his lips. If he had practiced this move more skillfully, Zhao Gang would never be able to defend himself.
Despite this, Zhao Gang was still frightened. He was so frightened that he immediately retreated and distanced himself from Shen Lang.
Fortunately, what he held in his hand was a sacred weapon, otherwise he would never be able to block Shen Lang's sword.
Why! Zhao Gang looked ferocious. He was also in the early stage of transformation. How could this kid be so powerful? He didn't want to admit that he was worse than Shen Lang.
Zhao Gang's eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically poured Qi into the bloody sword in his hand. The holy weapon sword made bursts of soft groans, and its breath was astonishing.
"Drink!" Zhao Gang shouted violently and slashed a sword energy with astonishing power towards Shen Lang.
With the help of the power of the holy weapon, Zhao Gang's sword was as powerful as overwhelming mountains and seas, which was very astonishing.
Seeing this, everyone in the audience held their breath.
Ibuki Snow also gritted her teeth, silently cheering Shen Lang on.
"Split the stars and seize the moon!" Shen Lang's eyes were like lightning, holding a green glass sword, and slashed out a sharp sword light.
The two forces collided together.
"Boom!" The sound of the explosion shook all directions, and the ground seemed to be shaking. A strong storm swept all around, and the audience not far from the stage was blown away by the strong wind and could not open their eyes.
Even the green bricks on the floor of the arena were cracked several times, leaving a large crater.
After the dust cleared, Shen Lang was seen with a golden light all over his body, safe and sound.
Zhao Gang was holding the sacred sword and gasping for air. His clothes were torn and he was covered in blood. His whole body was a bit miserable, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
The whole audience was shocked, and everyone couldn't hide the horrified expressions on their faces.
Zhao Gang's blow with the holy weapon couldn't overcome Shen Lang's attack? Hua Ziling's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise in the crowd, it was that sword technique! He actually mastered it? This man is really getting better and better
The more perverted he is, I really don’t know how he practices.
The senior officials of the Yi family and the Zhao family in the stands were even more silent. Based on their cultivation, they could naturally see the difference in strength between Shen Lang and Zhao Gang.
"Good! It has only been a few days, and my nephew has mastered the essence of the Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords. He is simply a genius!" Shangguan Long praised lavishly, looking very pleased with himself.
"It is really Quanzi's honor to be said to be a genius by my senior brother.
"Shen Canghai also laughed. Shen Lang's performance was beyond his expectation. He even underestimated this kid's ability.
"Hey, I'm just telling the truth.
The two of us, brothers and sisters, started learning the Thirteen Deadly Swords very early on, but it took us more than ten years of learning before we had some success.
Shen Lang can learn this level in just a few days. Old Monster Ning, who is the leader of the Nanlin Sword, may want to accept him as his disciple.
"Shangguan Long laughed loudly.
A group of elders of the Yi family looked shocked. To be praised so highly by Shangguan Long, one of the top ten masters in Linhai Tianshan, Shen Lang's talent was truly incredible.
On the other side of the Zhao family, all the elders of the Zhao family were also secretly surprised.
Zhao Feng stared at Shen Lang on the ring, his eyes flashing with something strange.
Even he had to admit that Shen Lang was indeed a genius. He could only make friends with such people, but not make enemies with him.
Today's incident may make the other party feel concerned, Zhao Feng thought, he must apologize to Shen Lang and Shen Canghai.
Zhao Jin looked very ugly. He didn't expect Shen Lang to be so powerful.
The sword radiance of the blow just now almost reached the level of a strike force of a martial arts cultivator in the late stage of transformation.
A person who is in the early stage of transformation has such amazing strength, which is truly astonishing.
Zhao Jin regretted a little, he shouldn't have messed with such a promising young man for a hard-to-obtain sacred weapon.
On the arena.
"Ahem!" Zhao Gang coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his face turned earth-colored.
It's unbelievable that he is no match for this kid even if he is holding a holy weapon! This severely frustrates his self-esteem.
Shen Lang had long been determined to win. He could have easily taken out one of the Dragon Bird Swords and Dragon Tooth Darts to teach Zhao Gang how to behave, but he wanted to prove to Shen Canghai that the Thirteen Deadly Swords He has reached entry level.
The effect of the Thirteen Deadly Swords was beyond Shen Lang's imagination. Even if he did not use the holy weapon, he could still defeat Zhao Gang who was holding the holy weapon with the Thirteen Deadly Swords.
"Chasing the wind and chasing the moon!" In the fourth move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, Shen Lang held the blue glass sword and vibrated towards the sword energy like an arrow. The sword body turned into an afterimage, and the speed was so fast that it was incredible. realm.
Zhao Gang was shocked and hurriedly dodged, but was stabbed in the right shoulder and blood poured out from the wound.
Each of the Thirteen Deadly Swords will have a flowing sword light, which penetrates into the flesh and blood. The sword light can instantly crush the arteries and veins, making the wound difficult to heal.
Shen Lang finally realized the powerful advantages of the Thirteen Deadly Swords. Such sharp sword moves were hard to guard against. If he could practice using the sword as if he were using his hands, the sword skills would indeed be more powerful than the Seven Injury Fist and other techniques. Come out a lot.
"Admit defeat. Although you have a sacred weapon, your sword speed is too slow, so you are no match for me.
Shen Lang glanced at Zhao Gang and said calmly.
"Dream, I haven't lost yet!" Zhao Gang was furious, and Shen Lang's words instantly aroused his anger.
Zhao Gang raised his bloody sword and stabbed at Shen Lang like crazy.
"Then don't blame me for being rude.
" Shen Lang snorted softly, his eyes narrowed, and the sword in his hand immediately turned into a shadow and attacked Zhao Gang.
Zhao Gang gritted his teeth and raised his sword to strike wildly.
"Ding ding ding!" The sword light shot out, and the two long swords struck together.
Shen Lang frowned. It was indeed a sacred weapon. He did not dare to use the green glass sword to resist the slashing of the blood sword with the front, otherwise the green glass sword would most likely be broken by the holy weapon.
However, the essence of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is attack. During the attack, you must suppress the opponent's attack, and you can only attack quickly without breaking through. This is the principle.
"The light flies by!" The long sword in Shen Lang's hand moved faster and faster, unable to catch even a trace, and Zhao Gang retreated continuously.
To the audience in the audience, the long sword in Shen Lang's hand was like a stream of light, which was dazzling and could not see the reality clearly.
The Flash of Light is the fastest move among the Thirteen Deadly Swords. Each strike can activate the flow of light. This move is best for quickly suppressing the enemy.
But Shen Lang only learned a little bit about this style. He didn't have enough internal strength to shine the sword light, but he could use the speed of the sword instead.
The Qingli Sword was getting faster and faster, and Zhao Gang couldn't even resist it, and was hit by the sword one after another in various parts of his body.
Every time he takes a step back, his body will be hit by a sword.
In less than ten seconds, Zhao Gang was covered in blood. There were a lot of tiny blood holes in his upper body. The blood dyed his clothes red and spilled blood all over the floor.
"Ding!" Shen Lang caught Zhao Gang's flaw, put a sword on his neck, and said expressionlessly: "You lose.