Chapter 3952 (2/2)
This son's various means are so strange that even the leader of Ziying sect is afraid of the elector. At the moment, Shen Lang is alone. It's the best chance to kill this boy!
If you miss this opportunity, the next time you die, the holy emissary of Sansheng sect may be yourself!
”Shen Lang child, let me die as soon as possible!”
The green snake sword in his hand stabs out like rain, as if turning into countless meteor phantoms. He attacks the waves together, and the speed is appalling.
Shen Lang didn't dare to underestimate. He wildly waved the sword in his hand, and the fierce roar of the sword was earth shaking. Like the roar of a tiger, he took over the attack of the Ming wind holy envoy.
”Ding! Ding! Ding
The fierce and dense sound of sword collision came, and the vigorous winds scattered.
They are engaged in a fierce offensive and defensive battle. The sword of Ming Fengsheng is extremely swift and fierce, but Shen Lang can barely cope with it.
Although Shen Lang's sword level is not as good as that of the green snake sword of the Ming wind holy emissary, when both sides can't operate the chaotic spirit power, they can't exert any ability of Xianbao at all. Therefore, in the sea of clouds, there is no essential difference between Kaiguang Xianbao and rongling Xianbao.
However, the green snake sword of Ming Feng Sheng Shi has a congenital advantage. The blade contains poison, which is equivalent to passive skill. Shen Lang is still very vulnerable. He can only protect his body as much as possible to avoid being stabbed by the green snake sword.
The two men's bodies are like ghosts, and they fight with each other. The swords and swords are shining in the woods, and the sound of explosions is deafening. The trees around them are cut off by the knife gas and the strong wind, and the sawdust flies everywhere.The friars of Sansheng sect and the tiger shark clan around them could not get involved at all, so they had to step back to avoid being affected by their fighting.
Shen Lang guarded the series of violent attacks by the Ming Feng Sheng envoy. He seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to fight back.
Ming Feng Sheng's face was a little ugly, Shen Lang's figure was too flexible, and there was no loophole in his defense.
Every time the dark wind Saint envoy waits for an opportunity to find Shen Lang's weakness to attack, Shen Lang can always parry and defend with a knife, and can't find any flaws, which shows how rich the boy's fighting experience is.
Seeing that he could not hurt the waves for a long time, Ming Fengsheng made his heart more and more anxious, and the rhythm of his moves gradually became a little chaotic.
After a hundred moves, Shen Lang finally found the flaw of the emissary and cut him to his waist.
”Boom!”
When Shen Lang's sword hit the waist and abdomen of the emissary, he felt that the waist and abdomen of the emissary was as hard as crystal stone.
All the immortals in Luo Tiantian have developed a body of gold and jade. Their physical defense is far from that of ordinary friars. It's natural to defend against brute force attacks.
Shen Lang exerted extreme force on the sword in his hand. The huge gas of the sword smashed the half body robe of the Ming Feng holy emissary. The blade tore a deep wound on the waist and abdomen of the Ming Feng holy emissary, and a lot of blood overflowed from the wound.
Ming Feng Sheng's emissary was cut off by the waves and flew out. He knocked down the trunk of a tall tree in the distance and broke the tree. He fell to the ground with his mouth gnawing mud. He looked very embarrassed.
”Ming Feng, how powerful I am when you are the holy emissary of the three saints, that's all I have.”
Seeing that the emissary of Ming Fengsheng fell to the ground and was injured, Shen Lang gave a ferocious laugh and made a mockery of him. He was in a relaxed mood.
It seems that the envoys of the three saints are not as powerful as they think. They can take advantage of this opportunity to kill the envoys of the netherworld wind and eliminate their serious troubles!
”Son of a bitch, don't be happy too soon! The holy emissary will tear you to pieces today! ”
The hell wind holy emissary got up from the ground, and his strong humiliation made him mad and furious, and his mouth roared hysterically.
As soon as the roar fell, the ghost wind Saint opened his mouth and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood essence, a large amount of blood essence spilled all over his body.
The next moment, I saw the dark wind Saint make the blood stained physical meridians burst, and the ferocious black meridians began to overflow a little bit of black energy, gradually spread to the whole body, and the physical body began to twist.
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