Chapter 1201 (2/2)

”Come on, young man Xiao ling'er yelled out from the field, her pretty face showing a trace of worry.

Although Shen Lang's strength is very strong, this time his opponent is a serious late monk of jiedan. The gap in realm is too big. Xiao ling'er is not sure whether Shen Lang can win or not.

Shen Lang's face was a little ugly. He had known about his opponent before.

Heisha laoguai is the owner of Heishan island in Yuanhe sea area. He is eccentric and violent, and has never joined any sect.

This man is almost the strongest among all the people in Panlong island who participated in the challenge arena battle and scattered cultivation. He is good at magic skill and has a high combat power.

”Tut Tut, that young elder of jiedan's early days is going to have bad luck. He ran into Heisha old monster in Heishan island.”

”I wipe, this person is black evil spirit old strange, I still see myself for the first time!”

”People came out in the first few games. This black evil old monster is a late monk of jiedan who has been famous for a long time. He is extremely fierce and no one dares to provoke him. The friars who met him in the last few games all surrendered. No one dares to fight him! ”

The monks outside the court had a lot of discussions and were obviously in silence for the waves.

In the eyes of the public, even if Shen Lang had made a show in the previous few games, he was just a monk in the early stage of jiedan. It was almost impossible to defeat a monk in the late stage of Heisha laoguai.

On a high building outside the square, a young man in red armor was staring at the challenge arena. This man was Xuefei. A beautiful woman with purple clothes and long hair stood beside him. It was Murong Mingyue.

Today, I have nothing to do. Xuefei also comes to watch the challenge arena. Of course, with his arrogant nature, he can despise the struggle between a group of casual practitioners, just for leisure.”Mingyue, your old acquaintance seems to be in trouble. The elder Heisha is a monk with good strength. Your old knowledge is far from his opponent. ” Blood fly not cold not light of say.

”Mingyue doesn't think it's necessary. You'll know when you look down.” Murong Mingyue chuckles. Her glazed eyes stare at the waves in the challenge arena, and there is a trace of expectation in her eyes.

On the challenge arena, the atmosphere was tense.

”Boy, I've given you a chance. Don't you surrender?” Said the old monster impatiently.

”Why should I surrender?” Shen Lang looks gloomy.

Although the old black devil was strong, he was a monk with the same strength as Duan Jian at most. Unless this man has a more powerful ancient treasure than kaishanyin!

Shen Lang felt that this possibility was very low, so he decided to fight to the end! Even if you lose, you still have a chance to get a place in the defeat group.

”Hum, yellow haired boy, are you sure you want to fight me? Are you not afraid that I will kill you? ” Black evil spirit old strange Jie a smile, not Yin not Yang of say.

”I'm sorry, you are so confident. You might as well have a try.” Shen Lang laughs.

”Yellow haired child is bold. Since I want to die, I will help you!”

The old black devil's face showed a trace of violence, biting his fingertips, quickly drew a spell in the air, and put out his palms to play the spirit power.

”The ghost king appears!”

As soon as the roar came down, a hundred meter high ghost King appeared in front of the old black ghost. He had horns, broad fangs, dark armor, a terrible face, and was burning with a gray flame, as if a demon had come into the world.

The fierce atmosphere startled the spectators around the square.

”Is it the great ghost king?” Shen Lang's face changed.

When he was in the wilderness before, he also met an opponent who offered a sacrifice to the powerful ghost king, but it was only a virtual shadow. The powerful ghost king in front of him was an entity!

”Ghost king, chop him for me!” Old black devil gave a cold drink.

The powerful ghost king immediately took out a huge black sword with a length of several tens of meters from his back, and the surface of the sword blade was burning with a ferocious flame.

”Roar!”

The ghost king let out a low and strange roar, waved a huge sword and cut down towards the waves.

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