Five hundred meters! Four hundred meters! The sound of rapid but unhurried charging footsteps is like the sound of heavy hammers beating war drums. Swords and spiritual weapons reflect the cold light in the moonlight.
It was just a simple charge. None of the Demon Sect disciples screamed and killed, only a silent and cold charge!
The thirteen girls behind Shen Lang turned extremely pale at the same moment. They were also monks, but they were only students of sixteen or seventeen years old! The strongest among them was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.
These have just opened up the Dantian!
What's more important is that they have never experienced such a fighting battle, nor have they experienced life or death!
Compared with the Demon Sect disciples who were charging like hungry wolves, they were as weak as sheep that were just being slaughtered. What was even more troublesome was that there were hundreds of hungry wolves, but there were only twelve sheep.
Three.
In this battle, Shen Lang's side is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, strength, and even psychological state!
Shen Lang's brows were knitted tightly together, and he held the talisman tightly in his hand, but he could not release the terrifying talisman in it no matter what!
So what if the talisman is released? What if we kill all the hundred-man squad that rushes in? The talisman can kill the seventh squad! But there is a sixth squad over the Demon Sect! A fifth squad!
As long as Shen Lang uses up the magic talisman, other teams will immediately swarm in! This is basically a wheel battle! Not to mention that Shen Lang's magic talisman can only be used once, even if it can be used six or seven times, it is meaningless!
Three hundred meters... When the Demon Sect disciples had reached the three hundred mark, Shen Lang finally made a decision. He put away the magic talisman and drew a simple knife from his back.
The moment Shen Lang put away the magic talisman, the girls suddenly fell into deep despair as if they had lost the last life-saving straw...
"This time we are dead. There are so many of them and they are so strong. There is no chance at all!"
"I don't want to die yet..."
The girls huddled together in fear. The intense fear not only caused them to lose their fighting spirit, but also caused them to lose the calmness and thinking ability they should have had.
"Listen to me!" Shen Lang held the sword and stared at all the girls behind him: "This is not your academy, and your opponents are not the students who competed in the past! This is a battle of life and death.
A game is also a gamble!”
The panicked, almost desperate girls raised their heads and looked at Shen Lang without blinking.
"As long as you survive this round of attacks, the monks at the foot of the mountain will arrive! You can be saved." Shen Lang's voice was stern and cold: "I don't expect that you can help me kill the enemy during this period, and I can't guarantee it.
You can all survive. But I hope you can at least cheer up! Hold the sword in your hands tightly! In the next every minute, every second, every moment of breathing and blinking, don’t give up hope, try your best
Live on your own!"
"Because this is the minimum respect for life! It is also the minimum responsibility you have for yourself!"
After saying this, Shen Lang suddenly drew his sword, and he was the first to charge towards the hundred-man squad alone!
"He is..."
The girls stared at this scene with wide eyes. Shen Lang was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. They had always known this!
But a monk who was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining actually rushed towards a team of a hundred people? And among those hundred people, there were ten monks at the true spirit level! The strongest one had even reached the third level of the true spirit!
What is the difference between doing this and seeking death?
"Is it possible that he is not afraid of death at all?"
fear death?
Of course Shen Lang is afraid of death. Not only is he afraid of death, he also cherishes his life very much!
In his childhood, life was precarious. After surviving today, he didn't know whether he would be able to survive tomorrow. This gave Shen Lang a very thorough understanding of life.
"No one knows which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident! Then, every day that you don't try your best and live crazy is undoubtedly a waste of life!"
What's more! When it comes to survival, it's always about who can fight harder and who has a greater chance of survival. If you want to survive, you must first fight hard!
"Crazy! Is this guy crazy!" The two elders were shocked and speechless when they saw such a scene. They originally thought that Shen Lang would use spiritual talismans to deal with this hundred-man team, and they also thought that they might surrender even though they knew they would lose.
But he didn't expect that Shen Lang would be the first to rush out with a simple knife.
"It's true that he doesn't have too many treasures on him. It seems that he wants to save some treasures and rely on his own strength to resolve the first round of the offensive." Elder Red Ghost said in a deep voice.
"It's a good idea, but you also need to be strong." Elder Lan Gui said disdainfully: "With his cultivation at the seventh level of Qi Refining, rushing out like this is just looking for death."
The Demon Sect disciples looked at Shen Lang rushing towards them and suddenly became excited. What they were most afraid of was Shen Lang using the spiritual talisman. The only chance of survival was to win before Shen Lang used the spiritual talisman!
Now that Shen Lang is rushing over like this, this is of course the best opportunity for them!
"Brother Hongyun! Give the order, this is the best opportunity!" A True Spirit Realm monk looked at the red-haired man at the head.
He is the captain of the seventh team, Xue Hongyun.
"He doesn't look like a fool. He has some other purpose for rushing over like this. Maybe he has other powerful treasures besides the talisman. But you are right, we have no other choice!"
Xue Hongyun looked cold and stern: "Listen, all brothers above the True Spirit Realm! Sprint with all your strength, don't worry about whether he was the Holy Son, and don't worry about whether he is a righteous big shot, or whether he has any value in the future! Once we meet, there must be no trace of indifference.
Keep it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the monks above the Ten True Spirit Realm immediately surged, instantly leaving the ninety Qi Refining Realm monks behind!
"kill!"
Those ten True Spirit Realm cultivators had already prepared to die with Shen Lang at any time, and among them, the four monks above the True Spirit Realm 2nd level, including Xue Hongyun, were the fastest.
Then he would have to fight Shen Lang head-to-head.
For a moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats. They were all worried that Shen Lang would take out another treasure similar to a magic talisman and kill them instantly. But Shen Lang's reaction was... raised
Knife in hand!
"No treasure?"
"No treasure!"
"Haha! Just rely on a broken knife! You are simply looking for death!" The burly man, one of the four true spiritual realms, jumped up excitedly. He used a ghost-headed sword in his hand to chop through the Huashan Mountain, and struck Shen Lang directly on the head.
Come!
Even though he knew that Shen Lang was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, even though he knew that Shen Lang didn't use any treasures like spiritual talismans! But he used all his strength to hit the person!
Shen Lang frowned and raised his sword without hesitation to meet him. The powerful power of the mountain of the second level of true spirit realm on the ghost head sword forced Shen Lang's sword back and pressed against Shen Lang.
's shoulders.
"Haha! I didn't expect that you still have some strength, and you can actually take a blow from me without getting hurt. However, you will definitely die. With your cultivation, it is impossible for you to take a second blow from me..." The burly man laughed.
, but he only smiled half-heartedly, and his face suddenly turned red. He felt that there were nine dark forces as powerful as the waves, constantly impacting the internal organs in his body.
puff...
Blood foam mixed with broken internal organs was sprayed out by the burly man. His eyes widened and he looked at Shen Lang in disbelief: "An... An Jin!"
Yes, this sword is not an ordinary sword! Instead, it draws lessons from the Jiu Yao Zhenfa in the Lingyun Sect's secret method. When used in the hands of Shen Lang today, it is a sword that hides the nine levels of hidden power.
Phew!
Before the seriously injured burly man could retreat, the silent and indifferent Shen Lang struck out with another knife without any mercy. This knife struck directly at the burly man's head!
"What! The sixth child actually..."
"He only has the seventh level of Qi refining! How can he beat Lao Liu!"