Chapter 1196 (1/2)

There was also a sigh under the stage, and people were obviously not optimistic about Shen Lang.

Some of the jiedan period practitioners in the war have a trace of disdain in their eyes. They think that people offer magic weapons to attack. If you don't prompt the defense of magic weapons in time, you should rely on a spiritual shield to block this kind of attack. It's a daydream.

In the eyes of the friars in jiedan period, Shen Lang was either shy and had no suitable magic weapon, or he was just a rookie in jiedan period.

The blue light from the blue flag in the hands of the pudgy friar hit Shen Lang's sword and shield like lightning.

”Boom boom!”

There was a violent explosion wave after wave, and the blue light seemed to cover the whole people. There was a hurricane around, and the audience not far from the challenge arena could not open their eyes.

”Hum, ignorant child, you asked for it The stout friar sneered.

Seeing that Shen Lang was hit by the attack of Qingyun flag, the stout friar felt that he was mostly dead.

But something unexpected happened.

After the dense explosions, the blue light dissipated, and the waves still stood in the same place, intact. The blue and white sword and shield in front of them were also intact.

The onlookers were stunned, and the stout friar was dumbfounded.

”Come on, young man!”

Xiao ling'er screamed out and looked calm. Shen Lang can even defeat Duan Jian. How can these sanxiu be his brother Shen Lang's opponents.

”That's the power. What's the meaning of shouting?” Shen Lang sneered.

The stout friar widened his eyes and screamed, ”this It's impossible! Just a smart shield, how can it resist the attack of my Qingyun flag? ”

Shen Lang's face is expressionless, ready to make a quick decision.

One hand pinches the sword formula, thousands of blue and white Qi swords gather in front of the body.

”Disease

With a low drink, countless Qi swords burst into the sky, turned into a dense sword rain, and attacked the stout monk like a storm.

The stout friar was startled and urged the green flag magic weapon in his hand.

As soon as the blue flag rose a few meters long, the stout friar shook the flag crazily, and a large amount of blue light poured out like waves, trying to resist the sword rain from all directions.

”Dong Dong Dong!”

The blue and white light collided with each other and made a violent explosion. The hard sapphire crystal on the ground of the challenge arena split several layers, forming small holes.

The blue light from the blue cloud flag was still struggling to resist the attack of countless Dao Qi swords. The fat Friar's face turned red and he was sweating.

Shen Lang pinched the sword with one hand and waved his sleeve.

”Shua Shua!”

The number of Qi swords increased sharply, and thousands of Qi swords rose to the sky, instantly suppressing the blue light from the Qingyun flag.

”Daoyou, spare your life!” The pudgy friar was scared out of his wits. He never dreamed that Shen Lang's strength was so strong.

It's a pity that the stout friar called late.

”Boom!”

The Qi sword broke and defeated the blue light from the Qingyun flag. The short and fat friar was immediately strangled by a lot of sword light. His flesh and blood were so blurred that he didn't even have time to escape.

The whole room was silent, and everyone could not help but take a cold breath.

Some of the monks in jiedan period watched the waves warily, with a trace of fear in their heart.