Shen Lang shouted low, and sprayed out a large amount of blue sand from his mouth. When the wind swelled up, it turned into a blue light rain in the sky, blocking it in front of him.
The demon-hunting gun was full of blood, carrying the force of thunder, and hit the dense rain of light formed by the sky-blue divine sand.
"boom!!!"
There was an earth-shattering explosion, and strong winds swept around. The robes of a group of Nascent Soul stage monks watching in the distance were blown away.
Seeing that the demon-hunting spear was temporarily blocked by the dense blue light rain, all the Yuan Ying-stage monks were shocked and showed surprised expressions. Even if it was only for a moment, it seemed that Shen Lang could block the old demon Feng Yue's magic weapon.
Somewhat capable.
"Five Elements Divine Sand?" Feng Yue Lao Mo's face showed a slight strange color, but it soon returned to normal.
Although I don’t know where this kid got so much of the Five Elements Divine Sand, but with the early stage of Nascent Soul’s cultivation, it’s not powerful enough to activate the Five Elements Divine Sand.
Feng Yue Lao Mo's face showed a trace of contempt again. Although he only used 60 to 70% of his strength in this attack, if Shen Lang was at this level, it would be impossible to block his demon hunting spear.
"boom!"
I saw the tip of the demon hunting gun releasing a dazzling bloody light, shattering the light shield formed by the blue light rain, and stabbing straight into Shen Lang's chest.
Shen Lang's face was extremely solemn, and he also expected that the sky blue sand alone would not be able to defend against the old demon's attack.
"Jiuli Sword Formation, Jiu!"
Shen Lang used the lightning speed to launch nine Lei Ze light-splitting swords. The nine golden flying swords instantly turned into dense sword lights, one divided into three, and three divided into nine.
A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one rays of sword light rushed towards the incoming bloody spear.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
A large amount of golden light, like dense golden threads, hit the blood-colored light curtain at the tip of the demon-hunting gun, making an earth-shattering sharp collision sound that shook the air.
"Turn swords into silk? There are still so many of them!"
The contemptuous expression on Feng Yue Lao Mo's face instantly froze, and he was finally shocked.
It is incredible that a monk in the early stage of Yuanying can master the magical power of turning swords into silk, and the opponent can actually release so much sword light.^
I don’t know what kind of sword magic power can be so powerful? Even a well-informed monk like Feng Yue Lao Mo has never heard of it.
Shen Lang used all the sword light released by the Jiuli Sword Formation to defend against the attack of the Demon Hunting Spear, but it was still a bit difficult. This Demon Hunting Spear was an extraordinary magic weapon, and its power was really terrifying.
I saw that the impact of a large amount of sword light not only failed to offset the blood light on the tip of the demon hunting gun, but also greatly increased the blood light on the demon hunting gun, making it even more powerful.
Shen Lang felt a little numb. It seemed that he had underestimated the strength of Feng Yue Lao Mo. Just a random shot could have such terrifying power.
There was no other way, Shen Lang didn't dare to hide his clumsiness anymore, he pinched it with two fingers, and the eighty-one golden lights rushed out of the Yuyang Golden Thunder crazily.
"Crack!"
A large number of Yuyang Golden Thunder suddenly erupted, forming shocking red-gold thunder nets, which hit the blood-colored light curtain at the tip of the demon-hunting spear.
"Yuyang Golden Thunder!" Old Demon Feng Yue was shocked and angry, and his face changed drastically.
I really didn't expect that this kid has so many natal magic weapons refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystals.
"Sword formation, flying sword magic weapon refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystal..." A group of Nascent Soul stage monks who were watching also showed shocked expressions. Shen Lang's magical power was much more amazing than he imagined.
In the blink of an eye, the red-gold thunder arc suppressed the blood light released by the demon-hunting gun, significantly weakening the power at the tip of the gun.
This magic weapon was indeed restrained by Yuyang Golden Thunder, and Shen Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ordinary magic light and energy will be instantly wiped out when encountering the Yuyang Golden Thunder, but the magic light released by the Demon Hunting Gun can barely resist the Yuyang Golden Thunder. The old demon Fengyue's magic weapon is really powerful.
With the help of Yuyang Golden Thunder, Shen Lang's pressure was greatly reduced and he used all his strength to activate the Jiuli Sword Formation.
Under the impact of a large amount of sword light, the power of the demon hunting spear finally slowly weakened, making a "buzzing" roar until the spear was blocked.
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Shen Lang's forehead. He relied on the two layers of defense of the sky blue divine sand and the sword array to withstand the shot of Old Demon Feng Yue. The strength of this old demon was indeed beyond compare.
Shen Lang was not stupid, and he could conclude that Old Demon Feng Yue had used all his strength in that shot, otherwise he would not have been able to block it. Besides, in addition to the Demon Hunting Spear, the Old Demon probably had more powerful treasures on his body.
In short, the strength of the great monks in the late Nascent Soul is still unfathomable, and the current Shen Lang is no match for a monk of this level.
"Fellow Daoist Feng Yue has amazing magical powers. I'm lucky. I caught the blow from fellow daoist and I surrendered!" Shen Lang looked calm and hugged his fists towards the old demon Feng Yue opposite.
The sound was not loud, but all the surrounding Nascent Soul stage monks could hear it clearly.
Shen Lang is also a person who cares about face. Since Old Demon Fengyue doubts himself, he must show his strength to break the doubts, so as not to become the laughing stock of everyone and make other Nascent Soul Stage monks despise him.
All the Nascent Soul Stage monks looked at each other, their old faces unable to hide their horrified expressions. Shen Lang seemed to have resisted the old demon's shot easily, and his magical powers were somewhat unfathomable!
You must know that Shen Lang is only a monk in the early stage of Yuanying. Even in the middle stage of Yuanying, it is difficult to say that he can withstand the blow of Old Demon Feng Yue's magic weapon without any damage. Su Ruoxue took a long breath and showed a smile on her pretty face. She had mentioned it in her heart just now
My throat hurt, but fortunately Shen Lang was safe.
"snort!"
Fengyue Laomo took back his demon-hunting gun, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, thinking that he would be embarrassed now.
He originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach Shen Lang a lesson and make this kid suffer a little.
Who would have known that this kid could really withstand his own magic weapon, and also show incredible magical powers, making him steal the show!
"Fuck me." Feng Yue Laomo cursed in his heart, extremely depressed.
Without saying anything, this kid is really evil. It is incredible to have so much Five Elements Divine Sand, but he also has so many natal magic weapons refined from Yuyang Thunder Crystal.
These are not the main points. The art of turning swords into silk that this boy just performed was extremely sharp, like some kind of small sword formation. If there were more sword lights, I might be in trouble!
It is impossible for an ordinary early Yuanying monk to have such a good value and such a powerful configuration.
If Shen Lang can kill a ghost cultivator like Zhong Wuling, Old Demon Fengyue now believes it. Yuyang Golden Thunder is the absolute nemesis of ghost cultivators. With so many Yuyang Golden Thunder, Zhong Wuling is afraid that
It's too much to bear.
There was a hint of gloom in Feng Yue Lao Mo's eyes. He also practiced demonic techniques, and he had an instinctive feeling of hatred towards the monks who possessed the three great Yang Lei.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Fengyue, now Fellow Daoist Shen has also taken your blow. Can you agree to the conditions I proposed before?" Zhang Daoling smiled calmly and smoothed things over.