p Wang Taichong and Pei Qing are so angry. The two of them have devoted their lives to the rise and fall of Yunling Mountain. They did not expect that Yunling Mountain was destroyed in such a muddle that not even the scum was left.
The instigator was actually just an early Yuanying monk.
"Hahaha!"
Shen Lang smiled maniacally, as if this was the only way to suppress the pressure in his heart.
He took out a small porcelain bottle containing jade dew nectar from his storage ring, raised his head and swallowed two drops of jade dew nectar.
Shen Lang had just overdrawn his life essence to activate the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, and the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted. Two drops of jade dew nectar instantly replenished about 70% of his spiritual power.
"You bastard, if you dare to destroy my Yunling Mountain, I will kill you!" Wang Taichong let out a thundering roar, sacrificed the ancient flying sword, and rushed towards Shen Lang like a mad dog.
Although Pei Qing was extremely angry in his heart, he still had reason. He immediately stopped Wang Taichong and said through a message: "Brother, calm down, we are by no means a match for this person!"
Wang Taichong took a few quick breaths and restrained his anger a little.
Indeed, the man in front of him possesses a prehistoric spiritual treasure, and his combat power has reached an unfathomable level. If you fight with him, you will almost certainly die!
With the Ancient Spiritual Treasure in hand, it is absolutely invincible.
"If you want to die, come one by one, hand over Su Ruoxue first!"
Shen Lang roared wildly, rubbed his hands, and nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords flew out from the storage ring, spinning around him, with a large number of golden arcs surging on the sword.
Shen Lang activated the Jiuli Sword Formation, and the nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords flew at high speed. The sword light was divided into three, and three points were divided into nine. In the blink of an eye, it turned into eighty-one golden sword lights.
"Hiss, turn the sword into silk!" Pei Qing took a breath of cold air.
Unexpectedly, even if the other party did not activate the ancient spiritual treasure, he would still have such terrifying magical powers.
The magical power of turning swords into silk can generally only be mastered by powerful swordsmen in the middle and late stages of Nascent Soul, but activating so many sword lights at once is simply terrifying!
"No, it's a sword formation!"
Wang Taichong exclaimed, and by the time the two of them reacted, it was already too late.
"go!"
Shen Lang let out a low shout, and the dense sword light was like a golden lightning storm, instantly trapping Wang Taichong and Pei Qing.
"I gave you a chance to hand over Su Ruoxue. Since you turned a deaf ear, you might as well die! I will find Su Ruoxue myself!"
Shen Lang shouted loudly and was about to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation to strangle Wang Taichong and Pei Qing.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a cold voice came over, like crisp ice and snow, with a bit of ethereal quality.
A woman in white flew from the sky and landed behind Shen Lang.
Hearing this familiar voice, Shen Lang was shocked and trembled all over. He looked back with a dull expression.
This moment seems like eternity.
Standing in the void is a Juezi dressed in a white dress, with long flowing hair, an extremely stunning temperament, delicate and beautiful facial features, skin as white as snow, and a tall and graceful figure.
The aura of this Juezi was very cold, and there was a trace of coldness and sharpness on his beautiful face, and there was a biting coldness in his eyes.
"Xue'er is really you!" Shen Lang's eyes widened and he looked at the woman in white in front of him. His voice was trembling, as if all the emotions hidden in his heart were about to burst out at this moment.
Su Ruoxue's appearance was the same as before, without any change, but her temperament was completely different.
She no longer has a trace of earthly aura, she is aloof and a bit cold, and just one look in her eyes can make people feel as if they have fallen into an ice cellar. Although she has a breathtaking appearance, there is no hint of blasphemy in her life.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? Did you come out of the silver beam that filled the sky at Yunling Mountain just now?" Su Ruoxue said as coldly as ice, with a bloody light in her beautiful eyes, a biting cold light, and a strong hostility.
Although Yunling Mountain has nothing to do with her, she feels that she is a monk at Yunling Mountain and cannot sit idly by.
"What! Xue'er, you don't recognize me anymore?" Shen Lang felt as if he was struck by lightning, showing an expression of disbelief.
Even if eighty years have passed, Su Ruoxue will not forget herself, right? Shen Lang cannot accept this fact!
Su Ruoxue frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt in her beautiful eyes. She felt that Shen Lang was a bit familiar. Did she really know this person?
"Xianzi Su, what are you waiting for? Quickly, restrain this person and let me wait to break through this sword formation!" Wang Taichong yelled at Su Ruoxue with a cold look in his eyes.
"yes!"
Su Ruoxue trembled, as if she was under some kind of control.
She immediately took out an ancient sword and held it in her hand. She turned into a white meteor and stabbed Shen Lang with the sword.
"No way, no way!"
Shen Lang's face turned pale and he kept shaking his head. He didn't believe that Su Ruoxue had forgotten him, and he didn't believe that the woman he loved most would actually make a move on him.
Su Ruoxue's long sword came over.
"Pfft!"
A bloody arrow shot out, and Shen Lang opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
He didn't dodge, he didn't believe that a woman would really attack him, but Su Ruoxue's sword actually hit his chest and abdomen!
"I don't believe it" Shen Lang gritted his teeth, blood still dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Although his chest was not penetrated by a sword, Shen Lang seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking. The world in front of him suddenly became gray, making him feel like he was hopeless.
The oaths and promises made in the past have all come to naught.
Su Ruoxue frowned. She could have struck Shen Lang's chest just now, but she still hesitated at the critical moment.
The man in front of her was so familiar. Seeing the sword piercing Shen Lang's chest and abdomen, her heart actually felt a little stinging.
I don’t want to admit it, this is a distressing feeling! Su Ruoxue was panting slightly, and the cold expression on her pretty face began to dissipate.
"Do we really know each other?" Su Ruoxue asked softly, with a trace of doubt and sadness in her beautiful eyes.
"What do you think? Fool, don't tell me that you have forgotten me." Shen Lang smiled bitterly.
Su Ruoxue trembled. Although there was no trace of the man in front of her in her memory, she instinctively felt that this man was very familiar and seemed to be a very important person in her life.
Who he was, she just couldn't remember.
Seeing that the woman looked a little moved, Shen Lang looked a little ferocious. He stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped the long sword in Su Ruoxue's hand. Blood flowed down the long sword: "Xue'er, if you really forget me, then
Kill me now!"
"I don't want to kill you!" Su Ruoxue felt suffocated, suddenly confused and scared.