Chapter 1051: 1052

After a day of meditation, the former consumption of Zhenyuan has all recovered, and Shen Lang's injury has also fully recovered, and his strength has reached its heyday.

In the main hall, nearly 200 monks have recovered, and they are looking at their opponents.

"It seems that this level is about to start. Let's get ready." Shen Lang said to Su Ruoxue.

"Well." Su Ruoxue nodded slightly, with a trace of dignity on her face.

Not long.

With a bang, the stone statue of Manshen in the center of the main hall suddenly gave out a roar. Then, the whole hall was shaking and roaring, and the golden light shield that trapped the people was gradually removed.

The third level, fighting, officially begins.

"Drink!"

"Die

A large number of friars took out swords and other martial arts, and began to fight fiercely.

The monks who can reach the third level are almost all the monks in the later stage of the virtual realm and the nine fold practitioners of refining Qi.

Two martial arts practitioners rushed towards Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue. They were both martial arts practitioners in the later period of Xujing.

Shen Lang takes out the shatiange to fight back and flicks away his opponent's long sword.

"Ding!"

Shatiange and Changjian collided, splashing a lot of sparks.

Shen Lang's fighting is more conservative, because it's a fight in itself, and excessive consumption is meaningless. Otherwise, in the final stage of the fight, it would be bad to run into a strong enemy and run out of real yuan.

Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue both keep a low profile and try to keep their consumption at a low level.

After a low-key fight, the shatiange in Shen Lang's hand has cut off the top-grade holy weapon sword in his opponent's hand, making a cracking sound.

"Super saint?" The martial arts practitioner watched helplessly as the top-grade holy instrument in his hand was cut off by the wave of shatiange, and his face could not help showing a trace of panic.

With such a weak momentum, Shen Lang quickly found his opponent's weakness, strode forward, raised the broken sky Ge and stabbed him.

"Poof

The blood spattered everywhere, and the Wu Xiu's chest was penetrated, and he was killed immediately, and his body was sent out.

The fighting in this level is actually an illusion, but it really feels very real. Setting up this kind of array is really unimaginable.

The people in the hall can fight without scruple.

Su Ruoxue shoots blood magic light in her eyes and flies into another Wu Xiu's mind.

"Ah The spirit of the man was wounded, holding his head and screaming.

When dealing with the ordinary martial arts practitioners in the virtual world, Su Ruoxue, holding a top-grade holy sword, kills the monk immediately.

The fighting has been in a white hot stage, and the most prominent one in the hall is the sword without trace.

The sword had no trace and was calm. He waved the golden sword in his hand.

The scene of a little boy waving such a big and heavy sword is a bit strange. The golden sword is bigger than the sword without trace.

However, the little boy's attack method is extremely fierce. When he wields the huge sword without trace, a large number of golden sword awns spread all over his body. All the monks who dare to attack him are pierced by the sword awn and blood splashed on the spot.

Where the sword has no trace, it can kill almost any friar in seconds. No one dares to advance.

Shen Lang looked at this scene from a distance, his face also showed a trace of deep fear, this little boy's strength is really high, and he doesn't know how to cultivate.

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There are several other people in the hall who are equally terrible. For example, Bai Ziren is as fierce as the sword.

The weapon in Bai Ziren's hand is a dark chain. When he waves it, ghosts will appear on the chain.

After the black chain entangled a Friar's body, strange ghost claws flew out of the chain. The friar was instantly torn by the ghost claws on the chain, and his body was instantly bloody. The scene was very bloody.

This kind of chain should be some kind of magic weapon.

And yuecailing, whose weapon is a magic flower basket. As soon as she stretched out her hand, the blue flower basket immediately flew over her head, shooting out innumerable dark weapons in the shape of green leaves, which were very sharp and could not be seen.

Yuecailing pinches some strange formula with both hands, and even can control the green leaves in the flying. The method is mysterious and powerful.

Shen Lang saw the world this time. He thought that there were many capable and powerful people in the wild land. Whether it was weapons or skills, they were far from being comparable to the tiny places like Linhai and Tianshan.

Of course, Shen Lang's strength should not be underestimated.

"Drink!" He waved the shatiange wildly and killed another monk who tried to attack.

He intends to keep a low profile as far as possible, and then try his best to carry out the final fight after the number of people is almost controlled.

Only half the time of incense, half of the monks in the hall had been lost, and the blood on the ground was gorgeous.

The rest of the friars are still fighting in full swing. Before, many friars pretending to be low-key are unable to hide themselves and are forced to exert their full strength.Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue had discussed before. Unless they reached the last moment, they would only defend but not attack. It is most important to preserve their strength.

The two continued to procrastinate.

Half a year later, there were only forty or fifty monks in the hall fighting fiercely, and the rest of them had been eliminated.

From the beginning to the end, sword no trace has been harvesting his head crazily, holding a huge golden sword. No one dares to fight with him.

Even Shen Lang deliberately avoided the edge of the sword.

But Jian Wuchen was very interested in Shen lang. he naturally saw that Shen Lang didn't exert himself.

Since this man can kill Gu Yan, he must have some amazing powers.

"The friar in white, dare you fight with my sword without trace?" Sword no trace toward the waves to shout, tone full of proud color.

Shen Lang didn't pay any attention to it, and he pretended to fight with a monk.

Seeing that Shen Lang didn't respond, Jian Wuchen was a little impatient. He simply held the golden sword in his hand and rushed out towards Shen Lang himself.

"Damn, it's trouble!" Shen Lang broke and scolded. The little boy seemed to be holding on to himself.

Seeing that he could not avoid it, Shen Lang had to bite his teeth and harden his head.

Sword no trace is very strong, and it seems that he hasn't done his best yet. Even so, Shen Lang didn't think he would lose to him.

"Interesting, Taoist friend, let me try your real strength with sword no trace!" Sword no trace haughtily shouts a way, raised the gold huge sword in the hand to fiercely split toward the heavy wave past.

"Boom!"

A five foot long golden sword came whistling, breaking the air attack and heading for the waves.

Shen Lang's face changed a little. This sword has no trace. It's like a sword. How powerful can it be?

Without much thought, Shen Lang had to try his best to run the real yuan, and the four color real yuan in Dantian turned quickly and poured into the broken sky Ge.

Broken day Ge blade blue awn big Sheng, three crescent general blue awn hit the golden sword awn.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the whole hall was shaking and roaring.

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