Chapter 744 Sooner or later there will be a battle
The weather was very cold, and Leng Yanji's expression was very cold, but Shen Lang was not cold. Instead, he chuckled and said, "What else are you starting with?"
Of course he understood that Leng Yanji's so-called official start was to fight him to the death, but Shen Lang had no intention of taking action against Leng Yanji.
The reason why he was able to break through this time was entirely because Leng Yanji gave him three magic heart pills in one breath. How could he attack Leng Yanji?
He even felt that Leng Yanji helped him so much because she was clearly worried about him...
After all, I just met an old monk with good strength yesterday. After all, many people may want to kill him now, and his strength is indeed not strong.
But things are different now. He is enough to fight against the monks in the Sky and Underworld Realm. Coupled with the many miraculous techniques of immortality, I am afraid that there are really not many people in this world who can save his life.
Maybe in this way, Leng Yanji can let him leave with peace of mind, right?
Thinking of this, Shen Lang's smile became a little brighter and he said with a smile: "I know all about your kindness, and I will always remember it in the future."
"I said, don't think that I am so kind." Leng Yanji said, "Besides, if you don't defeat me, you can't leave."
"Why fight? It's not good if the sword has no eyes and it hurts everyone. Even if it doesn't hurt, it's not good if it breaks the flowers and plants. If there is anything, can't we discuss it slowly?"
Shen Lang said these words with a playful smile and walked towards Leng Yanji with light steps.
But the look on Leng Yanji's face was even more indifferent. She clenched her fist and punched her through the air. Moreover, this punch was actually stronger than the previous one.
Shen Lang was shocked and hurriedly hid sideways. But a ginkgo tree ten feet away behind him was turned into pieces by the fist wind...
Shen Lang looked back at the broken branches and leaves fluttering in the wind, but he was not angry. Instead, he asked: "Is it possible that you are still worried, so you plan to continue to test my strength?"
"Whatever you think, I just want your life!" Leng Yanji said with a dark face.
Shen Lang smiled and said: "Okay, then I will accompany you through two moves."
The two figures walked back and forth in the courtyard, fists and palms passing each other from time to time. Although Leng Yanji's attack was like a violent wind and rain, Shen Lang actually did not lose the wind for a moment.
The red leaves and snowflakes after late autumn were flying in the wind of the two people's palms. The scene did not really mean a fight to the death, but it was a bit of love and concubine, as if a pair of fellow seniors and juniors were competing.
It's like a pair of childhood sweethearts having a fight.
The more Leng Yanji fought, the more frightened she became, because she discovered that Shen Lang, before using the fairy spirit, had made a qualitative leap in terms of attack, defense, and speed. There was almost no weakness to be found. Moreover, the secrets of martial arts were not advanced in the past.
The techniques have all become somewhat advanced under the influence of the unfathomable fairy spirit.
What made her even more depressed was that after exchanging hundreds of moves in an instant, Shen Lang still kept his hands on everything, and the Sunlight Sword was never used, as if he was playing with her.
It seemed that it was because it was difficult to take advantage, or maybe Leng Yanji wanted to express her attitude. So, before Shen Lang drew his sword, she turned over her hand and took out a long blood-red whip.
With a snap, the long whip traced an afterimage in the air. Shen Lang did not expect that Leng Yanji would suddenly use this hand. She was not hasty to avoid it, and there was a trace of blood on her body.
Shen Lang suddenly grimaced in pain. He didn't know what material the long whip was made of. It was blood red and had 128 pieces in total. Each piece was like a scale. The edges on both sides were edged, and they were like sword pieces connected together.
The blade was extremely sharp. Even Shen Lang, who was protected by the spirit of the immortal spirit, was instantly injured by the whip.
What was even more terrifying was that the whip was burning with demonic fire. The demonic fire invaded his body along the wound, as if it was going to burn his soul together, causing him extreme pain.
"Are you serious?" Shen Lang asked angrily.
"Who is playing tricks with you?" Leng Yanji replied coldly.
Shen Lang asked reluctantly: "But why does it have to be like this!"
"Don't you really understand?" Leng Yanji said: "My goal is the Demon Lord's inheritance, and I must get the Netherworld Fire Diamond. After you leave here, you will definitely stop my plan and become mine.
Enemy. As long as you want to leave, we will inevitably have a fight."
"Then why do you have to be a demon king?" Shen Lang frowned and asked: "Wouldn't it be nice to keep everything as it is? Why do we have to start a war? Let the world never have peace?"
"It's good?" Leng Yanji suddenly became angry, and whipped the whip in her hand directly at Shen Lang: "Do you think it's good that the people of the Demon Sect are beaten and killed by the righteous way? Do you think that they are expelled from the world by the righteous way and are not allowed to show their faces?
, is this good? Do you know how many people from the Demon Sect died in those years? Do you know how many people are expelled and killed by the Righteous Path every year? Do you know that among them there are women, children, and many innocent people?"
Listening to this series of questions, Shen Lang suddenly fell silent, and couldn't help but think of the demonic remnants he had seen in Buzhou Mountain. Those remnants were as ordinary as ordinary people, and as kind as ordinary people, but they shared a common hatred of the righteous way, and every day they
The history of blood and tears is engraved in everyone's heart.
So he began to understand Leng Yanji's mood...
But what can we do with understanding? Everyone always has to have his own perseverance and his own choices.
And just when he was thinking about things, the cold whip struck like a poisonous snake again, adding a few more blood marks on his body, making him break out in cold sweat from the pain.
"More blood is needed to wash away the blood! If the devil's path does not prosper, it will perish! If the devil's path prospers, the righteous path will perish!" Leng Yanji said again: "If I can become the devil in the future, no matter the world
, or the fairy you cherish so much, will fall into my hands."
I don’t know whether Leng Yanji was a little jealous or for other reasons. When she said this, she actually said again: "When the time comes, I may be merciful and not kill your fairy, because if you treat the fairy as a slave,
It seems to be extremely good to do mischief around you."
"Do you have to force me like this?" Shen Lang looked at him angrily, as if there was anger burning in his heart.
"I'm just forcing you, what can you do to me?" Leng Yanji still stared at him.
But Shen Lang suddenly pulled out his sword, and the fairy energy in the sword shook violently, as if the bottom line had been touched, and the look in his eyes was extremely cold: "Then I have no choice but to kill you with all my strength!"
After the words fell, the Sunlight Sword slowly glowed like a scorching sun, shining the dark night sky like daylight!
"Hmph!" Leng Yanji didn't even wait for Shen Lang to draw his sword, and struck Shen Lang again with the magic fire whip in her hand.
This time, Shen Lang didn't dodge or defend, but he attacked Leng Yanji with all his strength, showing no mercy!
A sword to the sky!
The way of heaven is ruthless. This is the first sword among the eight swords of the universe, but it is the most ruthless sword. Shen Lang is also ruthless at this moment.
Leng Yanji didn't seem to expect that Shen Lang would use such a ruthless sword technique as soon as he took action. The whip in his hand was accidentally knocked away by the sword, and then the sword struck her heart with undiminished power.
Stab...
Leng Yanji looked at the sword that was getting closer and closer, and she suddenly felt a lot of sadness in her heart, and said to herself: "I have held back on him many times, but I just said a few bad words about the fairy, and he is so cruel that he wants to kill me? This cruelty
As expected, this guy only cares about the fairy and not me at all."
Then, that sense of sadness fermented in her heart and instantly turned into hatred, causing her to truly hate Shen Lang for the first time, and for the first time she wanted to kill the person in front of her...
At this time, the whip in her right hand had been shaken away, but her left hand was secretly clenched, and a stronger and more powerful force was quietly gathering...
However, just when Shen Lang's sword was about to come, and just when Leng Yanji felt hatred for the first time, a sudden change occurred...