p "This is natural." Shen Lang responded expressionlessly.
Xiao Ling'er's face showed a hint of panic, she didn't expect things to turn out like this.
She was basically certain that the young man in front of her was Shen Lang. Even if she wanted to break away from Duan Jian's entanglement, she couldn't take Shen Lang's life as a bet.
Xiao Ling'er felt that Shen Lang might not know Duan Jian's strength well enough to talk about a duel.
She has seen how powerful Duan Jian is. Even when facing monks in the late stage of pill formation, Duan Jian is still capable of fighting.
Moreover, Duan Jian, who appears to be kind and gentle on the surface, is actually very narrow-minded and sinister.
Since Duan Jian said such words, he obviously had murderous intentions towards Shen Lang.
"Senior, Mr. Duan is the son of Master Daoyang of Ziyang Palace. He has amazing magical powers. It is really unwise for you to duel with Mr. Duan. I take back what I said before," Xiao Ling'er gritted her teeth and looked anxious and panicked.
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Before she could finish speaking, Shen Lang waved his sleeves and said calmly: "No need to say more, you can just watch from the side."
Duan Jianqi was filled with smoke, and he thought to himself, damn, this man has never shown a good face to himself, but now he is so concerned about this man's safety.
Duan Jian immediately felt that he was a cuckold, which was extremely embarrassing! Strong jealousy surged into his heart. He wanted to tear Shen Lang alive, peel off his skin, and drink his blood!
"No need to talk nonsense, let's get started!" Duan Jian said every word, his handsome face full of evil aura, and anyone could see the murderous intent in his eyes.
Shen Lang did not panic at all, but instead smiled and said: "Before the duel, let's agree on the bet. If I win, your female companion will be mine. If you win, the leaf of Fengyang Flower will be yours.
what do you think?"
"good!"
Duan Jian said this, but he was thinking in his heart, if you offend me, do you think you still have a life?
The monks in the hall looked at Shen Lang with a hint of confusion and ridicule, thinking that this man was really ignorant.
With the cultivation level of the Dan Jian stage, which beautiful woman can't be obtained? Why compete with a master like Duan Jian for a woman, and now his life is on the line.
"Everyone, the trade fair is temporarily suspended. This fellow Taoist and I will go to a secluded place for a duel. Fellow Taoists who are interested can come and watch the battle."
After saying that, Duan Fei used his spiritual power to release the restriction on the window sill on one side of the hall and flew out directly.
Shen Lang followed closely behind.
Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned pale, and she turned into a ray of light and flew over.
All the monks in the alchemy stage in the hall looked at me and I looked at you, and then they also flew out.
The duel between the monks in the Danjie stage is not a waste of time, and you can also see Duan Jian's skills. Anyway, they are just a bunch of people, so they don't mind having too much trouble.
Duan Jianfei was flying in front, with a strong evil aura on his face.
After a while, Dun Guang landed on a hilltop. Surrounded by barren mountains, it was a secluded place.
Shen Lang and a large group of alchemy-formation monks followed, Xiao Ling'er also followed, and everyone landed on the top of the mountain.
"Bitch, I don't care what your relationship is with this man. Today the Japanese master is going to cut him into pieces in front of you! I want to see what kind of expression you will show!" Duan Jian glanced at Xiao.
Bell, send out a message.
Xiao Ling'er felt suffocated and almost fell down. Her delicate and pretty face was full of fear and uneasiness.
"Okay, let's get started!" Duan Jian turned around impatiently and stared at Shen Lang. He stretched out one hand and purple-gold flames rolled and burned in his hand.
The heat waves rising from the Purple Sun Fire made the surrounding air slightly distorted.
Purple Yang Fire is the second-ranked palace gate of the Righteous Path and the secret technique of Purple Yang Palace. This fire is very powerful and is divided into three levels: purple gold, purple red, and purple gray.
Purple-gold is only the lowest level, but its power cannot be underestimated, and the power it strikes is definitely not weaker than a high-grade fire magic weapon.
Shen Lang stood with his hands behind his hands, his face a little solemn.
When he was at the peak of Nirvana, he had fought against Liu Kun in the early stage of Dan Formation, and he had a little understanding of some of the abilities of the monks in the Dan Formation stage.
Now that he has broken through the core formation stage, and the sword code has also broken through the fourth level, his strength is not what it used to be, and he is confident that he can defeat this person.
"Since I proposed the duel, Mr. Duan should take action first!" Shen Lang chuckled, appearing calm and indifferent.
"Since you want to seek death, I will grant you my wish!" Duan Jian showed his murderous intent, and he couldn't wait to kill this arrogant beast.
Duan Jian pinched it with one finger, and the purple-gold fire ball in the palm of his right hand suddenly expanded, soared into the sky, and turned into a purple-gold fire dragon more than ten meters long.
The fire dragon turned into a ray of purple light and rushed towards Shen Lang.
"Be careful, this is Purple Sun Fire!" Xiao Ling'er shouted out. Her voice was hoarse due to extreme panic.
The crowd of monks in the Dan-formation stage who were watching also showed frightened expressions. It is indeed the first secret technique of Ziyang Palace. The power of this Ziyang Fire is indeed amazing. Some of the early-stage Dan-formation monks in the crowd did not have the confidence to fully accept it.
one strike.
Duan Jian is really naughty, he can hit such an astonishingly powerful blow without even using a magic weapon.
Everyone felt that Shen Lang would die miserably.
But what happened next was shocking.
Shen Lang was seen not dodging, but waving one hand in front of him.
"Buzz!"
A blue-white sword and shield condensed in front of him, emitting a brilliant glow.
Since Shen Lang's sword training broke through the fourth level, the power of the Pure Yang Sword Technique has been greatly improved. The sword and shield have changed from light cyan to bluish white, and the defensive power has also been astonishingly enhanced.
Seeing that Shen Lang had condensed something like a spiritual shield to block him in front of him, Duan Jian sneered, with a contemptuous expression on his face: "Humph, even with a spiritual shield, you can block my son's Ziyang Fire Dragon."
?What a daydream!”
Immediately afterwards, an unexpected scene happened.
"boom!"
The purple-gold fire dragon hit the sword and shield, making a deafening roar and the earth shook.
The huge heat wave struck in all directions like a hurricane, the grass all around instantly turned into a scorched black, and the ground around Shen Lang also cracked with cracks.
The power of the Purple Sun Fire was indeed very strong. The sword and shield in front of Shen Lang were roaring and trembling, constantly flashing blue-white light. In the end, they were able to completely defend themselves against the fire dragon's attack.
After one blow, the fire dragon disappeared, leaving the sword and shield intact.
The monks stared at this scene with wide eyes and expressions of disbelief. The Purple Sun Fire Dragon was so powerful, how could it be blocked so easily by a blue-white shield?
Duan Jian was even more dumbfounded, almost thinking he had seen an illusion.
"What kind of Purple Yang Fire is this? Trash!" Shen Lang smiled sinisterly and commented with a mocking look on his face.