On the high platform, Immortal Emperor Ziyang couldn't help but smile with relief when he saw this sword. He glanced at the military advisor with some pride and said, "Commander, do you still think Ximen Chuixue can win?"
The military advisor remained silent and just smiled.
Qingchen Immortal Emperor on the side sighed: "The level of this year is indeed far higher than the previous ones. This sword is already comparable to the cultivation level of the Immortal Emperor. It is really amazing. It seems that Shen
Lang has never used his full strength, and his combat power is so strong that he can definitely fight against Shao Wei."
Until this moment, he never forgot to cheer himself up.
"Really? You'll know which one of them is stronger soon."
Immortal Emperor Ziyang laughed.
The military advisor finally spoke and said with a smile: "You are right, the battle is not over yet. Our discussion is meaningless. Let's wait and see."
Immortal Emperor Qingchen looked at Shen Lang, frowned slightly, and began to worry about Shao Wei in his heart.
Under the arena, countless monks held their breath.
This sword is so eye-catching.
This sword is so amazing.
Make them all feel despair.
At this time, they truly admired Shen Lang.
He is worthy of being the number one master of the younger generation in Erzhongtian.
If this sword is placed in the sky, who can catch it?
The monks in the second heaven all looked excited.
On the other hand, the monks in the first level of heaven all looked sad.
In their view, Tang Xiaobao is bound to lose.
He would have to be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Will he be defeated in one move?
It's really shameless.
People who share the same heaven, they don't want to have such a result.
They were willing to believe that Tang Xiaobao was powerful and that Tang Xiaobao could create miracles. However, this sword was really too strong. Tang Xiaobao had no chance of making a comeback no matter what.
Moreover, Tang Xiaobao was stunned on the spot, with no intention of moving at all.
He was obviously frightened and had given up resisting or avoiding?
How difficult it is to escape.
After being locked by the sword, how can you escape?
Tang Xiaobao did not dodge. He was also a little surprised when he looked at the sword light.
His cultivation in swordsmanship is naturally extremely profound, at least several levels higher than Shen Lang's.
Back then, when he was in the ancient continent, he practiced in the temple for three years, received the inheritance from several kendo predecessors, and merged with himself in the previous life. In the previous life, he was the overlord of the ancient continent, not only in kendo.
of cultivation
Extremely high, and equally accomplished in other aspects.
It is equivalent to being a human being in two lives, having two lives of practice experience, plus obtaining the Mysterious Book of the First God, systematic magical skills, and a super medical book...
With all kinds of blessings, he is invincible.
But he had to admit that Shen Lang's sword was really amazing, and it was quite remarkable that Shen Lang could think of such a method.
Therefore, there was appreciation in his eyes.
He was not really shocked, he was just thinking about how to break the sword.
Hide?
It seems unnecessary.
Destroy it by force?
It doesn't seem to be a big deal.
With a sword?
Isn't that a slap in the face?
He was a little embarrassed.
But the sword light came very quickly, and the beam of light crushed the space, causing the entire arena to shake.
The blessing formation in the arena is operating even more crazily.
Finally, the arena stopped shaking.
Tang Xiaobao looked at the sword light getting closer and closer, his mind was racing, and he suddenly thought of it.
There was an extra sword in his hand.
boom!
A sword thrust out.
An equally thick beam of light shot towards the sky.
Two sword lights collided in mid-air.
The space collapsed again, and rays of light spread in all directions.
The arena shook again, and the brilliance of the formation once again flourished.
A large piece of golden light enveloped the arena.
I can't see people clearly, I can't tell the difference between winning and losing.
When everything became clear, the figures of the two people gradually emerged.
The sword in Tang Xiaobao's hand was broken, but he still stood there, his body spotless.
Not far away, Shen Lang's face looked a little solemn.
The iron sword in his hand actually broke into two pieces.
This was something he never expected.
His iron sword may seem rough, but it is already considered a divine object. The sword spirit in it is also extremely tough. It is made of thousands of years of cold iron under the sea and will not break easily.
It has even collided with many magical weapons and immortal weapons, and has never been damaged.
But now, the sword spirit is silent and has obviously been destroyed.
The sword was also broken.
This is simply appalling.
It looked like the two had a draw.
But Shen Lang didn't think so.
His sword had been prepared in advance, but Tang Xiaobao only drew it hastily, one from top to bottom and the other from bottom to bottom.
In itself, he took advantage.
Besides, Tang Xiaobao's sword is just an ordinary fairy sword. The material is not comparable to it, and neither is the sword spirit.
But……
This first confrontation subdued the entire audience.
The monks below were all speechless.
All of them opened their eyes wide and swallowed their saliva wildly.
Sure enough, he is worthy of being the top genius of the first and second heavens. This sword can really make many people die from shame.
Too strong.
This is the true way of swordsmanship.
Many monks who previously had no hope for Tang Xiaobao now looked at Tang Xiaobao with shock.
It turns out that he is so strong.
Even Shen Lang can fight with him head-to-head.
It's simply unbelievable.
"You are stronger than I imagined. This time, you have the upper hand, but I still have one more punch. If you can catch it, I lose."
Shen Lang took a breath and did not immediately admit defeat. Instead, his fighting spirit became even more intense.
"Okay, I happen to have a punch too."
Tang Xiaobao said with a smile.
"I will do my best, don't let me, that will only make me look down on you." Shen Lang said solemnly: "What I want is not a draw, but a victory or defeat. Even if I die, I will not blame you.
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sweat……
Tang Xiaobao didn't know what to say.
This guy is really not ordinary persistent.
Risking your life just to fight?
A fool, no, a madman.
Tang Xiaobao doesn't like such fighting maniacs at all. Such people are often difficult to deal with and are stubborn, making it difficult for them to listen to other people's advice and opinions.
Well, if you want to fight, then fight.
Tang Xiaobao looked more serious and said, "Let's take action."
Shen Lang saw that Tang Xiaobao's attitude became more serious, and then nodded: "Okay, please take a punch from me."
After saying that, he raised his fist and smashed it.
Behind Shen Lang, the phantom of the white tiger beast appeared, which caused heated discussions and exclamations among the monks.
He has the blood of a sacred beast, which is much nobler than the blood of the sacred bull, the Stone Ox.
The white tiger takes charge of the battle and is extremely powerful.
There was nothing interesting about Shen Lang's punch. It was fast, as fast as lightning. There was a crackling sound in the air, which was the sound of air explosion and the collapse of space.
A phantom of a white tiger turned into a fist seal and rushed towards Tang Xiaobao, destroying everything in its path.