A large swath of blood swept towards the turtle dragon.
"It's a little trick! Do you think that such a level of divine soul attack can hurt me?"
Guilong showed a disdainful sneer. He did not dodge, stretched out his sharp claws and pinched Xiaorou's snow-white neck directly, lifting her whole body in the air.
The impact of the blood demon light had little effect on the turtle dragon, at most it only caused a slight tingling in the brain.
Guilong's strength was so strong that Xiaorou's snow-white neck was instantly scratched with several blood marks, dripping with blood.
Xiaorou's pretty face turned pale and she struggled hard, but was choked to death by the turtle dragon and was unable to resist at all.
"Fox, you are quite pretty. If you were not the spiritual beast of this human monk, I could consider taking you in as my concubine! It's a pity that you are on the wrong team, just die for me!" Turtle Dragon showed a violent expression.
sneer.
"Master, I'm sorry!" Xiaorou closed her eyes in despair.
If she died for Shen Lang, she would be willing to do so. But even if she died, Shen Lang would still be unable to escape death.
Thinking that her own death could not save Shen Lang, tears welled up in Xiaorou's beautiful eyes. Since she could not die for Shen Lang, then her way of dying was meaningless.
She is not willing to give in!
Just when the turtle dragon was about to crush Xiaorou's neck with force.
"call out!"
A golden sword light flew from nowhere and accurately hit Guilong's right hand holding Xiaorou's neck.
There was a loud "bang", and a bloody hole was blown out of Guilong's right hand. Both his thumb and index finger were blown away, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"ah!"
Guilong let out a shrill scream, subconsciously let go of his bloody right hand, and Xiaorou fell from the air.
Suddenly, a golden whirlwind flew past like a phantom, lifting the fallen Xiaorou up and flying to the trunk of a tall tree.
The whirlwind calmed down and transformed into a handsome young man with long hair and white robe.
The white-robed young man's expression was extremely gloomy, and a golden Lei Ze lightsaber was gathered in front of him.
"Shen...Shen Lang!"
Looking at the white-robed young man on the tree trunk, and then subconsciously seeing that Shen Lang, who was still sitting on the grass, had disappeared, Guilong covered his right hand with blood gushing and screamed in surprise.
At the critical moment just now, Shen Lang had already woken up, and with lightning speed, he injured the turtle dragon and rescued Xiaorou.
It's all in the blink of an eye.
After Shen Lang regained consciousness, his temperament became deeper and more ethereal, and his strength became unfathomable!
The Black Evil Ghost Lady and Master Zhikong, who were watching Lan Xian'er covetously from the side just now, were shocked when they suddenly saw Shen Lang waking up and attacking the turtle dragon.
Lan Xian'er's originally desperate eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance.
"Xiaorou, are you okay?" Shen Lang looked at Xiaorou in his arms and asked in a low voice, his tone full of concern.
"Mr...Mr., isn't Xiaorou dreaming?"
Feeling the warmth of Shen Lang's chest, Xiaorou's eyes turned red and she felt like a dream. She couldn't control the emotions in her heart and hugged Shen Lang tightly.
Seeing Xiaorou's bloody neck, Shen Lang felt heartbroken. He turned his eyes to Guilong, with a strong murderous intention in his eyes!
"Old bastard, how dare you hurt her? If I don't blow your turtle shell to pieces today, I, Shen Lang, will never be human again!!!" Shen Lang's face was extremely distorted, and an astonishing amount of spiritual pressure shot up into the sky, and all around the forest.
A strong wind blew.
At this moment, Shen Lang was no longer vulnerable in the face of the tenth-level amethyst giant turtle. He was majestic and looked like a god.
Shen Lang's roar made Guilong feel frightened. As a tenth-level heaven and earth spirit beast, Guilong was still very aware of breath. He smelled a strong sense of crisis and always felt that Shen Lang in front of him was very bad.
provoke!
The sword light attack just now really gave Guilong a mark of power.
Of course, as the demon king of the purple turtle clan, it would be too embarrassing for Guilong to be frightened by the other party's roar. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Shen Lang, little beast, don't be happy too early! Don't think that you are just starting out.
If you become a god, you can no longer take me seriously? I will tell you what suppression by strength means, and you will die!"
The turtle dragon let out an angry roar, and the veins on its right arm popped out, turning into a huge purple claw that expanded and stretched to the size of a small mountain.
"boom!"
The turtle dragon waved its huge claws and pressed down directly on Shen Lang on the tree trunk! Wherever the claw blade passed, the space was distorted, containing extremely powerful destructive power!
In this blow, Guilong used all his strength.
He felt that even if he couldn't kill Shen Lang with one blow, he could at least beat him to the point where he couldn't take care of himself and let him deeply understand his own strength.
"Master, be careful!" Xiaorou in her arms couldn't help but exclaimed.
"no need to worry."
Shen Lang glanced at the giant claw coming towards him, raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of contempt, and pushed forward with his right palm.
A huge storm of golden blades immediately emerged from Shen Lang's palm, like a giant tornado, and hit the giant claw falling from the air.
"boom!!!"
The sound of the explosion was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the huge purple claws of the turtle dragon were abruptly intercepted by the golden storm. A large amount of strong wind swept around, and the trees in the forest were blown away and broken in an instant, and sawdust flew everywhere.
The vegetation within a radius of more than ten miles turned into fly ash, and it instantly became a desolate land.
Lan Xian'er tried her best to gather a spiritual shield to protect herself from being affected by the explosion.
The golden blade storm struck from Shen Lang's palm forcefully repeled the huge purple claw that was struck down, and the turtle dragon was blown away by a huge force of counterattack.
Just now, Guilong was dreaming of beating Shen Lang to death with one blow. However, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
"Boom!"
The turtle fell to the ground, chewing mud from the corners of its mouth, looking extremely embarrassed.
After breaking through the divine transformation stage, Shen Lang's Blood Spirit Nine Transformation abilities have been greatly improved. Now he can easily defeat the turtle dragon in the transformed state with the magical power of Golden Blade Storm alone.
"No...impossible!"
The turtle dragon suppressed the chaotic demon power and climbed up from the ground, showing a horrified expression.
This kid has just broken through the divine transformation stage, how come his strength has soared to such an extent?
The blow he had just struck would have been almost impossible for an ordinary human monk in the early stages of becoming a god to survive without relying on magical weapons for defense.
But Shen Lang, this beast, didn't even sacrifice any magic weapon. He was able to repel him with just a weird metal spell, which was really hard for Turtle Dragon to accept.
"Phantom Realm!"
Seeing the turtle dragon being knocked down to the ground, Lan Xian'er's beautiful eyes shone, feeling that something was going on. She immediately cooperated with Shen Lang and used the magical power of the illusory realm.
As soon as the sweet shout ended, a large swath of white light flew towards the turtle dragon.
Guilong was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and he immediately yelled at the Black Demon Witch and Master Zhikong on the side: "What are you two doing standing there? Why don't you come and help me!"
Master Zhikong said "Amitabha", then raised the Yunmo Zen staff and quickly came to the turtle dragon. The black evil ghost woman followed closely behind.