"Whew!"
Shen Lang rushed forward quickly and caught up with Dugu zhange. As soon as he stretched out his left hand, he grabbed the latter''s collar and lifted him up.
"I said that those who want to kill me have to pay a price. Did you think this would happen when you found me?"
With that, Shen Lang''s right hand slowly lifted up, and the terrible power gathered on his right fist again.
Everyone can imagine that Dugu zhange''s armor with small cracks will be completely disintegrated with this punch!
No one knows the level of armor on Dugu zhange.
But the armor that can match the death sickle can''t be worse.
Such a powerful defensive armor was smashed by Shen Lang with a few fists and cracked several cracks. People can''t believe it!
Of course, the key thing is not this, but
Will Dugu zhange survive with this punch!
Nangong Yan and Shangguan in the air looked at each other and nodded slightly. They were ready to fall down and stop Shen Lang from punching again.
Now the victory and defeat are divided, and the war should be over.
The children of this secret family are beaten like pigs, which has reached the limit.
If Shen Lang gives another punch or two, he will kill Dugu zhange, which will be a big trouble.
Nangong Yan''s body just moved, and suddenly stopped. There was a look of horror in their eyes
At this moment, a towering ferocity suddenly enveloped the whole cangxia mountain!
The evil spirit is surging, and the fierce power is diffuse!
People crawl and tremble under this terrible magic power!
It seems that some peerless evil spirit appeared on cangxia mountain!
When the death sickle kicked out by Shen Lang buzzed, it released a vast and unparalleled power, and immediately swung Nangong Yan and Shangguan Fei out!
"Ignorant young people, dare to move the people selected by this seat, it''s like looking for death!"
There was a harsh sound like metal friction in the death sickle.
Moreover, the voice also has unspeakable terrible pressure, which is heard in people''s ears, making everyone feel headache and pain!
Like the smell of the devil in the world, it swept the scene at this moment!
The whole cangxia mountain was shrouded in terror. Even the strong Wang Wujing felt it difficult to breathe!
"The devil! It''s the devil in the death sickle!"
Someone screamed!
It is said that the Dugu family sealed a devil''s head, and the death sickle of Dugu Zhan singer was refined from a small piece of the devil''s skull.
Who can have such terror and authority in such a place except the legendary devil?
Perhaps the devil in cangxia mountain is not the original God of the devil, but just a wisp of divine thought.
But it''s enough to make people talk incoherently and tremble!
"Don''t be crazy, devil!"
The green shadow in the air flashed, and the sound of snow poetry appeared out of thin air. The slender palm suddenly released boundless energy and grabbed it at the death sickle.
However, the snow poem is fast enough, and the death sickle is faster!
The sound of snow poetry is as fast as lightning. It seems that it is going to catch the death sickle, but it is empty!
The death sickle did not produce any energy fluctuation, and lost its trace in an instant, as if it had escaped into the void 1
"No!"
Xue Shiyin was surprised. She didn''t want to. She spun her body. A petal in front of her chest flew down towards Shen Lang like a robe. She wanted to protect Shen Lang in it!
Unfortunately, it''s too late for such a stunned time
The disappeared death sickle seems to have crossed the barrier of space and appeared in front of shenlang ahead of the petals of snow poetry!
"Hiss!"
The blade on the sickle is like a wheel, carrying a breath of silence and the faint light of cutting everything. With one knife, it cuts Shen Lang''s neck!
This sword didn''t even have the power when Dugu zhange waved the death sickle.
Simple, calm.
But the silent light surging on it gives people an illusion that it will devour everything in heaven and earth, as if it would devour and bury everything around Shen Lang''s life with a knife!
The most important thing is that even the strong ones such as Xue Shiyin are slower than him!
Shen Lang only has time to turn around at this time. It''s impossible to avoid it again!
The snow poem in the air was so frightened that the flowers lost their color that they called out a little hysterically, "Xiao Lang, hide!"
Even the snow poetry of the quasi emperor''s martial mirror had no time to stop, and all the people on the top of the mountain were stunned
"Shen Lang!"
"Less waves!"
Some familiar voices appeared in the crowd.
Nalan purple smoke, snow jingling, water dancing, Shen Lang''s sister Shen Moran
And the two best friends of Shen Lang in Tianfeng City, Lin Feng and Su hen
All people did not expect such an accident!
It''s too late to save
At this moment, the people above even saw it strangely. The blade of the death sickle has reached Shen Lang''s neck. A few inches ahead, a peerless genius born in the sky will fall here!
Many people dare not look at this scene and close their eyes subconsciously at this moment.
Shen Moran in the crowd of xuandaozong was black and fell back
"Hiss!"
The blade with the silent light easily cut through Shen Lang''s neck, like nothing!
At this moment, everyone held their breath.
Even the three princes have fixed their eyes
And a ray of black light from the blade of the death sickle, after passing through Shen Lang''s neck, instantly cut down a huge cliff in front!
The sound of rumbling continued, and the whole cliff fell down.
The snow poem in the air turned white, and the body suddenly shook and was about to fall!
Just then
Suddenly a voice came out of the death sickle: "eh?"
Originally, the eyes were lax, and the shaky snow poetry was slightly stunned, which immediately found the abnormality!
I saw that after the death sickle was cut from Shen Lang''s neck, Shen Lang still stood in place, okay!
Soon, Shen Lang''s whole body dispersed slowly, as if it had disappeared with the wind.
"It''s a remnant, that''s a remnant!"
Snow poetry covered her face and wept.
At this time, the figure in the air flashed, and all the strong men in Huangwu territory on cangxia mountain appeared above the valley and stood behind xueshiyin!
But without waiting for them to start, the figure of Shen Lang appeared inexplicably again above the death sickle below!
"Heaven devil sword, destroy heaven and Jedi, God death and evil destruction!"
With this soft drink, Shen Lang''s figure seemed to be divided into four, surrounded by the death sickle, and the most powerful knife in the "magic formula" of Tianqing sect was displayed in an instant!
"Dangdang..."
It seems that Shen Lang just cut, but there is a continuous sound of gold and iron.
The blast of thunder sounded in the valley, and the strength spread. The death sickle was directly blasted into the ground by the Shen wave, and directly hit a huge pit!
"Eh, the devil is worthy of being a devil. Sure enough, he has some means. Flash!"
The power of the "magic knife formula" is directly proportional to the accomplishments of the people who use it.
Shen Lang has made great progress in cultivation, and the power of chaotic divine body has soared a lot. However, the "magic knife formula" displayed on the basis of this cultivation is obviously not enough to deal with such escaped thoughts of heavenly demons and spirits.
Seeing such a knife go on, the power of the demons in the death sickle was only slightly weakened. Shen Lang''s eyes were cold and his body moved, and he entered the fengtianding again.
The moment his body disappeared, the death sickle was cut from his shadow again!
"Damn boy, how dare you tease me! You''re going to die, you''re all going to die!"
Demons are furious.
With his strong soul, Shen Lang escaped again and again. He didn''t even touch Shen Lang''s clothes
This is the biggest insult to him!
What''s more, his soul thought covers a place of 500 miles, but he still can''t find Shen Lang''s hiding place!
Just a Terran boy of Wang Wujing
This is simply impossible!
It is also unforgivable!
Through this moment, Xue Shiyin finally reacted!
"You can''t deal with the demons. Step back! Remove all the people on the mountain!"
With a slight reprimand, Xue Shiyin suddenly bit the tip of her tongue, and a mouthful of blood slammed on her right arm. The original white jade arm suddenly burst into a strong light, like turning into a divine sword, which makes people dare not look directly at it.
"Snowflake holy sword, cut!"
The sword light that solidified to the extreme flashed away and cut on the death sickle in an instant!
Unimaginable energy ripples, crazy spread rapidly in all directions.
The border between Nangong and Yan collapsed instantly, and the mountains around the valley rumbled and shook with this powerful energy!
However, at this time, several powerful people in Huangwu territory finally protected the people on the top of the mountain, so that these people were not affected by this powerful energy ripple.
"Just a wisp of soul thought, how can it be so strong?"
Xue Shiyin saw that she even took out the holy sword of Xue''s family, but she couldn''t help the death sickle. Her face suddenly became ugly again.
No one knows the power of Xuejia holy sword better than her.
Even if LAN Mengling resists this sword hard, I''m afraid it''s also the end of serious injury and death!
Xue Shiyin urged the holy sword at the risk of great loss of cultivation and loss of blood essence. Unexpectedly, she only hurt the soul of the heavenly demon, but did not pose a great threat to it at all!
How should we deal with such a powerful demon?
Snow poetry''s heart beat faster, and Shen Lang''s figure appeared in my mind.
At this moment, she wanted to ask Shen Lang what to do.
But the guy didn''t know where to hide, but he threw such a hot potato to her. Xue Shiyin was angry and funny when she thought about it.
At this time, natural change!
The sky, which had begun to dim, suddenly became as bright as day!
A mighty golden pillar of light fell from the sky!
With a roar, he hit the death sickle rushing towards the snow poetry!
"Ah!"
Even the holy sword of snow poetry can bear the death sickle. It gave a whine, broke in two with a click and fell down!
The sickle blade made a frightened voice: "what a familiar divine power, who are you! Who are you!"
No one replied to the devil.
Reply to the devil is another pillar of light, which began to form slowly in the air!
"Spare... Spare my life!"
The death sickle was so scared that he didn''t dare to resist it. He immediately turned into a black fog under his full efforts, and then he immediately wrapped the stunned Dugu war song on the ground in it. He slipped away and escaped from cangxia mountain and didn''t dare to look back again!
The black fog dissipated and was in a mess.
But peace was finally restored.