"What kind of fuck is this? Can you let someone finish your words?" The nameless old demon looked at everything empty in the spiritual world, thinking of Shen Lang leaving in a hurry, but he didn't listen to him finish his words.

I couldn't help but think of the stubborn emperor who first met that time. He didn't finish a word, and the guy said something that the right and demons were incompatible and directly drew their swords toward each other. He couldn't help but feel very angry. Then...

Then he could only stare at the spring rain in the spiritual world, like a concubine waiting in the deep palace who was waiting for the emperor to turn the sign, waiting for a shameless guy to come again.

At the same time, an old monk from Liaokong Temple came from Qingyun Sect, the head of the real person Yu Yangzi, and received a letter from the north of the Seitou area.

"The Buddha's head in Liaokong Temple was stolen, and one of the five keys leading to the Xiaoyao Demon Realm has been stolen by the Demon Sect. A second key appeared in the Saibei... The Demon Sect's actions are really amazing! It's time for the righteous sect to be united." Yu Yangzi sighed leisurely and looked at the wind and rain in the distance...

In the wind and rain, Shen Lang stood silently, and his slightly closed eyes opened in vain. In the spiritual world, he felt that he had said a lot of things to the mysterious senior, which took a long time. In the real world, an inconspicuous little raindrop had just fallen on the ground along his low sword.

But in such a very short period of time, countless sword rains turned into Zhongshan Fengyu Sword have spanned dozens of meters away and penetrated countless rain curtains!

Shen Lang swung his sword without hesitation, but the sword rain, which could be easily cut, now exerted its power far beyond that at that time. Shen Lang could only barely protect the vital parts and retreat.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong...

In the wind and rain, the sword rain that came in succession continued to fall on his shoulders, and a dull sound from his chest made a sound like a sword slashing on a hard stone. But the stone was not as hard as the sword. Even Shen Lang's body after several strengthenings, he could not completely resist the sword rain.

Every sword energy fell, bright blood flowers bloomed on him, dyeing the wind and rain on the martial arts stage red.

People suddenly felt a little disappointed when they watched this scene. Originally, they were all looking forward to Shen Lang having some trump card and showing amazing strength again. But now it seems...

"It seems that this is his limit. His strong physical strength is combined with the Immortal Sword. With his talisman technique, he can reach the third level of the Golden Pill Realm at most." Chi Xiao Zhenren sneered: "And my disciple is at the fourth level of the Golden Pill Realm. With a sharp weapon like Chi Xiao Sword in hand, Shen Lang will never have any hope!"

Facing the disappointed gaze of everyone, Shen Lang did not say a word. He just fought and retreated, pushing to the edge of the arena in the bleak wind and blood. The bright red blood dyed a blood-red line on the fighting stage as he retreated.

The sword wounds on his body became more and more, but the sword energy was not too strong after all. He was injured in his skin and flesh, but it was difficult to hurt his bones. Strictly speaking, this was not a great injury, but it had to be said that it was a bit painful.

Yu Wushuang laughed at Shen Lang's struggling figure and the blood on the ground. His laughter seemed very refreshing and very rampant.

"I thought you were so great, maybe you still had some trump cards, so I just used the Zhongshan Fengyu Sword to test it. But you can't even resist my Zhongshan Fengyu Sword, so what can you use to resist my Luoyu Sword?"

Shen Lang ignored him and just thought to himself, I will borrow the moon sword to deal with you later.

But in this situation, how should I borrow a sword?

Should I be like the immortals mentioned in a certain story novel? I raised my hand slightly and roared at the sky: Come on the sword!

Then, there was an immortal sword that pierced through layers of clouds and fell, and flew into his hands independently?

Such a picture may be cool, and the fairy sword is very spiritual, so it seems that it is not impossible to do this. But if you think about it carefully, neither the Mingyue Sword nor the Yueying Sword are his sword after all, and it is impossible to listen to him. So this idea is undoubtedly only to think about it. The most reliable way is of course to go to your beautiful master and borrow the sword in a regular manner.

Thinking of this in his heart, Shen Lang couldn't help but look in the direction of the Bihu Xiaozhu. However, what he expected was that the fairy had long disappeared from the Bihu Xiaozhu.

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: It’s not so unreliable, right? At the most critical moment, his beautiful master disappeared?

However, when he turned slightly and looked back, he suddenly found that the person he wanted to see the most was behind him. He stood at the edge of the fighting stage, and the fairy stood at the edge of the fighting stage. The two were so close that they could touch each other's hand with just one stretch of their hand.

Looking at the fairy who was so close to him and looking at the worried expressions of Lin Xian'er and Lin Yue'er, Shen Lang's heart trembled slightly, and he understood many things in an instant.

He fought on the fighting stage, with the victory or defeat and life or death still not being decided. How could Lin Xian'er and Lin Yue'er leave with peace of mind? Not only did they not leave, but when they saw that he was in a defeat and retreated in a somewhat unfavorable situation, they took the lead to the edge of the fighting stage.

This battle is a life-and-death battle. From the perspective of the rules of Qingyun Sect, it is a life-and-death battle that no one has the right to interfere. But the rules are rules, and Lin Xian'er will definitely not abide by the rules when it is really necessary.

For example: Lin Xian'er would never watch Shen Lang die on the martial arts stage. So she left her original seat and came to the edge of the martial arts stage.

However, Lin Xian'er did not have to respect the rules, but she respected Shen Lang's choice very much. This was Shen Lang's life-and-death battle. She did not want to forcefully interfere with Shen Lang's decision, so she just came to the edge of the martial arts stage, without taking a step further or even step closer.

But as long as Shen Lang is willing to take a small step and leave the fighting platform to give up this life-and-death battle, stand beside her! Then, no matter how storm is today, she will never allow it, and someone will hurt her little apprentice's hair again.

"That..." Shen Lang looked at Lin Xian'er for a long time, as if it was a moment, and as if it was a century. He understood Lin Xian'er's meaning, her mood, and her worries very much. So he couldn't help but feel a little guilt and in vain in his heart.

I feel guilty because I always make the beautiful master worry. I feel satisfied and lucky because I have someone who treats him like this. Therefore, any hatred and struggle are no longer so important, and they become a bit vain and in vain.

At the same time, Yu Wushuang, who was standing in the wind and rain, had already changed her face and looked extremely unwilling! Shen Lang and Lin Xian'er stood together, so close, so how could he dare to continue to take action? Not to mention that he had taken action, he didn't even dare to get close, so he could only stand far away, scolded angrily and disdainfully: "Shen Lang! At the critical moment, do you only dare to stand behind a woman?"

The true man Chi Xiao was even more furious and shouted repeatedly: "Lin Xian'er! Do you want to forcefully interfere in the life-and-death battle!"
Chapter completed!