Shen Lang held the Heaven-Smashing Ge in his hand, and with his eyes like torches, he rushed towards Jian Wuhen.
However, the speed of the withered bone puppet was much faster than Shen Lang himself. In just one breath, the puppet flew in front of Jian Wuhen.
Sen's white bone claws clawed forward fiercely, and his breath was extremely violent.
Jian Wuhen's expression changed. The speed of this skeleton puppet was a bit ridiculous, and even he almost didn't react.
"Drink!" Jian Wuhen, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly raised the golden giant sword in his hand and slashed horizontally. Several golden sword lights suddenly erupted and struck at the bone claws of the withered bone puppet.
"Roar!"
The withered bone puppet let out a low and weird roar, and swung its bone claw forward, shooting out a large amount of black light, which instantly dispersed the sword light.
The power of the black light remained undiminished and struck straight towards Jian Wuhen's throat.
Jian Wuhen was horrified and wildly waved the golden giant sword in his hand, trying to resist the black light shot out by the puppet.
There was a loud "boom". Although Jian Wuhen blocked the black light with the golden giant sword in his hand, the huge air wave instantly knocked him away.
At this moment, Shen Lang quickly stepped forward, slashed hard with the Sky-breaking Ge in his hand, and three crescent moon blue lights shot out.
A trace of panic finally appeared on Jian Wuhen's face. He was just a little kid after all. Although he had absolute strength and pride, his character was still lacking.
Shen Lang used all his strength in this attack. Jian Wuhen had just resisted the attack of the withered bone puppet and was temporarily exhausted. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to wave the golden giant sword to resist, but only blocked a blue light.
"Boom!" There were two muffled sounds, and two crescent moon blue lights hit Jian Wuhen's body solidly.
Jian Wuhen's thin body was knocked back dozens of meters away, with a golden giant sword guarding him in front of him. A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and a pair of heart-protecting mirrors were exposed on his chest and abdomen.
Although most of the powerful attacks were blocked by the heart-protecting mirror, the aftermath still caused Jian Wuhen to suffer serious internal injuries.
"Hmph, yes, you have such a sharp puppet, what a good trick!" Jian Wuhen coughed out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, gasped a few times, and stood up from the ground.
The faces of the monks in the hall showed shock. This seemed to be the first time that a martial artist at the Void Realm level had injured Jian Wuhen.
Bai Ziren and Yue Cailing, who were watching the battle not far away, could not hide the look of horror on their faces. Shen Lang's strength was really astonishing.
Techniques such as puppetry are extremely rare in the wilderness. It is unimaginable that Shen Lang can control such a powerful puppet in battle.
"Huhu!" Shen Lang gasped for breath, with a shocked expression on his face.
Damn it, this little kid was clearly hit by two incredibly powerful blue lights, but he just spit out a mouthful of blood.
If it were another post-Void Realm monk who could take care of himself without being beaten, at least half of his life would be wasted and he wouldn't be able to get up, right?
The golden breast mirror worn by Jian Wuhen must not only be a high-grade holy weapon, but also some kind of high-end defensive magic weapon.
"Okay, very good! Your Excellency, you are the first virtual monk who can force me, Jian Wuhen, to use my full strength! I will let you see the true power of this Yaoyang Sword in my hands!"
"Jian Wuhen looked cold and arrogant, gritted his teeth, and spoke word by word.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Wuhen gritted his teeth, raised the golden giant sword in his hand, circulated his true energy, and silently recited the magic formula in his mouth.
"boom!"
Suddenly, as if something was broken, the seal of the golden giant sword in Jian Wuhen's hand was unlocked. The hilt of the sword suddenly emitted light as bright as the blazing sun, and the huge golden sword body roared endlessly.
Seeing the astonishing aura emanating from the golden giant sword, Shen Lang took in a breath of cold air.
It turns out that this golden sword is not a super holy weapon, but a real magical flying sword!
However, Jian Wuhen claimed to be the best under Nirvana and always hid his clumsiness, so he asked the elders of the Spirit Sword Palace to seal most of the power of the Yaoyang Sword.
As we all know, attack magic weapons such as flying swords are extremely rare and rare. Even ordinary Nirvana monks find it difficult to obtain a flying sword magic weapon.
Jian Wuhen is the son of the master of the Spirit Sword Palace. He is extremely talented. It is understandable that he was given a flying sword magic weapon.
Shen Lang's face turned ugly. The giant sword sealed the power, and Jian Wuhen could exert such amazing strength. Now that the power was unsealed, it was basically impossible for him to be his opponent.
The Yaoyang Sword that had unlocked the seal was already psychic, hovering above Shen Lang's head, and kept making a soft moan.
Jian Wuhen's slightly childish face suddenly turned ferocious, and he yelled: "Golden Thunder Flash!"
"Golden Thunder Sword Technique!"
Bai Ziren couldn't help but exclaimed, this Jian Wuhen is really a madman, he even dared to use this move.
You must know that with a cultivation level like Jian Wuhen's to release the magical sword art that can only be used by a strong man in Nirvana, he will definitely suffer a huge backlash, and he will definitely be seriously injured.
This Jian Wuhen is too arrogant and arrogant. He will never allow himself to fail. Even if he is seriously injured, he will defeat Shen Lang.
Shen Lang had a solemn look on his face. He knew that Jian Wuhen was about to use a powerful attack, but he didn't know how to resist it.
"Shen Lang!" Su Ruoxue on one side called out to Shen Lang, with a trace of worry on her pretty face.
"Don't worry, I can handle it!" Shen Lang gritted his teeth and said, there was nothing he could do. It was impossible to preserve his strength now.
The golden giant sword above Jian Wuhen's head surged in golden light, and the golden light enveloped Jian Wuhen's thin body, like a god descending to earth.
Amidst the dazzling golden light, there was also a continuous "crackling" sound, and a large number of golden arcs surged from the blade of the Yaoyang Sword.
"Golden Thunder Sword Technique!"
Jian Wuhen's eyes turned red and he shouted loudly.
I saw the blazing sword above his head carrying a golden light as dazzling as the scorching sun, striking through the air and striking straight for Shen Lang's heart like lightning.
Shen Lang's whole body was filled with chills, and he felt that his soul was locked by the golden sword, and he could not avoid it instinctively.
The power of a blow from the Yaoyang Sword is extremely huge, close to that of a Nirvana monk.
Bai Qingshan may not be able to block such a terrifyingly powerful attack. Even if it can be blocked, Shen Lang will definitely suffer a violent backlash.
"Be careful!" Su Ruoxue shouted urgently.
Shen Lang's eyes burst into light, he turned his right hand, and the Spiritual Palace Tower appeared in his palm.
"go."
Shen Lang injected real energy into the Linglong Pagoda, and the Linggong Tower immediately rose to a height of 100 meters, blocking Shen Lang.
"Boom!"
There was a shocking loud noise, and the full blow of the Yaoyang Sword was blocked by the Linggong Tower. An extremely dazzling golden light appeared on the tower wall, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
The Linggong Tower shook for a while, and blood started to flow from the corner of Shen Lang's mouth. His whole body was blown away by the impact of the sword light, and he fell down again.
Su Ruoxue's face turned pale, and she immediately ran up and helped Shen Lang up.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Shen Lang patted Su Ruoxue's shoulder.
Sure enough, as he thought, this spiritual palace tower was one level higher than the magic weapon. After blocking such a powerful blow, the backlash he suffered was not particularly obvious.
Moreover, although the flying Sun Sword hit the wall of the Linggong Tower, it failed to leave any trace on the Linggong Tower.
"Ancient treasure!"
Several exclamations of surprise instantly came from the hall.
"Impossible! Is this an ancient treasure? You actually have an ancient treasure!" Jian Wuhen shouted, his eyes widening.