Xia Shan'er was so anxious that she called out to Shen Langjiao on the ring, with a hint of crying in her tone.
"An unsatisfying thing!"
Nangong Mo's brows twisted into the character "Chuan", and his old face was filled with an expression of hatred for steel.
Shen Lang raised his eyebrows. In fact, he didn't want to take Lu Peng's life, he just wanted to scare this guy.
According to the rules of the Qianqiu Martial Arts Competition, even if Shen Lang accidentally kills Lu Peng, he will not take responsibility, but his reputation will not be good in the future.
Moreover, Lu Peng is the disciple of the Great Elder Nangong Mo after all. If he kills him, he will definitely offend the Great Elder.
Shen Lang has been in the world of cultivation for so many years. He is no longer the impulsive boy he was before, and he still considers the consequences of his actions.
"Senior Brother Lu, I won this arena battle. I hope that Senior Brother will not bear any grudge against Junior Brother."
Shen Lang forcibly sucked back the released Guishui Yin Lei and said to Lu Peng expressionlessly.
Lu Peng was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, the hair on his body stood up, and he gasped for air, with a lot of sweat on his forehead.
At that moment, he really thought that he was almost beaten to death by Shen Lang.
Seeing the frightened look on Lu Peng's face, Shen Lang was too lazy to say anything and was about to turn around and walk off the ring.
"You bastard named Shen, don't be complacent, I... haven't lost yet!"
Lu Peng raised his head, his face became ferocious again, his eyes were bloodshot, and the intense humiliation gradually drove him into madness!
In front of everyone today, he had lost all his face. Even his junior sister and that old guy He Jian were pleading with Shen Lang. Lu Peng felt a burning pain on his face and could no longer raise his head.
Lu Peng has the best face and has never experienced this level of humiliation.
He wished he could peel off Shen Lang's skin and drink Shen Lang's blood! If he didn't take revenge, it would be a nightmare for him throughout his life!
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After hearing Lu Peng's call, Shen Lang was quite impatient and was about to turn around to talk to him.
Soon after he said it, Lu Peng turned his hand and held up a dark spike with a strange talisman on the surface. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of golden blood, which poured into the black spike.
"Soul Nail, go!"
Lu Peng unexpectedly shot out the black spike in his hand. The talisman paper on the surface of the spike began to burn, and the speed suddenly increased to five or six times its original speed, reaching a level that even his spiritual consciousness could not capture!
I saw dense black runes surging on the surface of the black spikes, exuding a monstrous death energy, turning into a black light and hitting Shen Lang's back.
"not good!"
Shen Lang suddenly felt a thorn in his back, and immediately realized something was wrong, and tried to dodge in horror.
Unfortunately, the black spike with the "Speed Talisman" was so fast that it was impossible to dodge. Shen Lang just made one mistake and was already hopeless.
"Pfft!"
Before Shen Lang could turn around, sharp black spikes pierced his back.
"ah!!!"
Shen Lang suddenly felt a sharp object mincing the flesh and blood on his back, and the intense pain caused him to let out a heart-rending scream.
The injury caused by the black spike was not an ordinary injury, but a double injury from the body and the soul. After Shen Lang's flesh and blood was hit for a moment, the soul seemed to have been torn open, and the pain was unbearable!
"Oops, it's a soul-destroying nail!"
By the time Shen Lang reacted, it was already too late. The black spikes that had penetrated his flesh and blood spurted out overwhelming death energy and dense black runes, invading his body.
Large black runes quickly emerged on the surface of his skin. Those runes were like hideous thorns, tightly binding Shen Lang's soul.
Just like that, Shen Lang fell to the ground with almost no ability to resist. He crawled until he couldn't get up, and roared angrily: "Lu Peng, I kindly let you go, how dare you plot against me?"
"Don't say it so grandly. Which of your eyes saw that I lost? Shen Lang Zai, I, Lu Peng, won today's arena battle!"
Lu Peng laughed maniacally.
If Shen Lang hadn't let down his guard just now, he wouldn't have succeeded so easily.
This soul-destroying nail was something he had previously asked for from his master, Nangong Mo. This object contained extremely strong curse power, combining the stench of death and turbidity. If a half-immortal was struck by the soul-destroying nail, his soul would be severely damaged at least.
Or he will die on the spot!
The soul-destroying nail is a very vicious weapon in the world of true immortals. It happens to be only effective on half-immortals. If it is a true immortal with a higher cultivation level, the effect will not be obvious.
Once this object penetrates into the body of a demi-immortal, it will continue to damage the soul of the demi-immortal, making the monk unable to move and in agony until the three flowers on top collapse.
"you!"
Shen Lang was so angry that Lu Peng trembled all over. The three golden flowers between his eyebrows began to light up and then darken, and they were about to be eaten away by the black runes.
The trauma caused to the soul body by the Soul-Destroying Nail was almost impossible to recover from. Shen Lang endured great pain and suffering, trying to resist the power of the curse.
"Wow!"
There was a commotion in the whole place. They thought the battle was over, but they never expected that Lu Peng suddenly succeeded in a sneak attack and changed the outcome.
"This Lu Peng is really nothing. People were kind enough to spare his life, but he bit him back."
"That's right, using immortal talismans in an arena battle is disgusting enough. I didn't expect Lu Peng to use something as vicious as the Soul-Destroying Nail."
"Having such a senior brother in the stall is really bad luck for eight lifetimes!"
All the monks started talking, feeling disgusted by Lu Peng's sudden attack.
The Ancient Artifact Sect fell silent. The faces of the disciples were very ugly. Lu Peng's behavior was a bit too much, and even they couldn't stand it anymore.
"It's really sad that there is such a shameless guy in the Ancient Artifact Sect!"
Ning Xiaoyao's pretty face was as cold as frost, and her teeth hurt from anger.
"Junior Brother Shen..."
Xia Shan'er's face was full of guilt. She felt that she had harmed Shen Lang.
The elders of the Ancient Artifact Sect in the front row all looked at each other in disbelief, always feeling that this was inappropriate.
He Jian frowned and couldn't help it anymore. He stepped forward and asked for instructions: "Great Elder, with all due respect, the winner of this arena should be Shen Lang. Lu Peng was too opportunistic and secretly attacked his fellow sect. His behavior is shameful.
.Even if Lu Peng wins this arena battle, the quota for the hunting trial should be given to Shen Lang."
"Yes, what Elder He Jian said is true. The purpose of the Qianqiu Martial Arts Competition is to select more capable disciples. Everyone has seen Shen Lang's performance, so I don't think there is any problem."
"Yes, I also think the quota is appropriate for Shen Lang, otherwise our Ancient Artifact Sect will definitely make outsiders laugh."
Two elders stood on He Jian's side, while the others did not express their stance.
Nangong Mo said calmly: "Of course Peng'er cheated, but I can only blame Shen Lang for underestimating the enemy. Everything should be done according to the rules. Since Shen Lang fell, Peng'er is the winner.
!Besides, Shen Lang’s identity has yet to be ascertained, so he cannot rashly hand over his quota for the hunting trial.”
"this……"
He Jian's old face changed color, it was really difficult to accept this reality.