Shen Lang, holding the broken sky Ge in his hand and his eyes like a torch, rushed directly to the sword without trace.
However, the speed of the dead bone puppet is far faster than Shen Lang himself. With only one breath, the puppet has already jumped in front of the sword traceless body.
Mori Baigu claws fiercely toward the front, the breath is extremely violent.
As soon as Jian Wuchen's face changed, the speed of the skeleton puppet was a little too fast. Even he almost didn't respond.
"Drink!" The sword is traceless, quick and quick. He quickly sets up the golden sword in his hand and splits it horizontally. Several golden swords suddenly attack the bone claws of the skeleton puppet.
"Roar!"
The dead bone puppet made a low and strange roar in his mouth. The bone claw swung forward and shot out a lot of black light, which scattered the swords in an instant.
The black light's power was not reduced, and it went straight to the sword's traceless throat.
The sword has no trace in the heart big frighten, the crazy brandish hand's gold giant sword, tries to resist the puppet to hit out of the black light.
"Boom" a loud bang, sword no trace, although with the hands of the golden sword will block the black light down, but the huge waves of instant shock him away.
Just at this time, Shen Lang quickly came forward, and the broken sky Ge in his hand cut down, and three crescent blue awns shot out.
Jian Wuchen's face finally showed a trace of panic. After all, he was just a little boy. Although he had absolute strength and conceit, he was still lacking in temperament.
Shen Lang used all his strength in this attack. Jian Wuchen just resisted the attack of the dead bone puppet and was exhausted temporarily. Clenching his teeth, he tried to wave the golden sword to resist, only blocking a blue awn.
"Boom!" Two dull rings, two crescent blue awn knot solid hit the sword traceless body.
The small body of the sword was shot tens of meters away again. The golden sword was in front of the body, with a big mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the inner armour of a pair of goggles was exposed on his chest and abdomen.
Although most of the powerful attacks are defended by the goggles, the afterwave still makes sword no trace suffer a lot of internal injuries.
"Well, it's true that you have such a sharp puppet. It's a good method!" Sword no trace mouth corner cough up a mouthful of blood, after panting a few, stood up from the ground.
The monks in the hall were shocked one after another. It seemed that this was the first time that the martial arts practitioners of the virtual realm level could strike the sword without trace.
Baizi Ren and Yuecai Ling, who are not far away from the battle, also have a look of horror on their faces. Shen Lang's strength is really amazing.
Puppet techniques are extremely rare in the wild. It's hard to imagine that Shen Lang can control such a powerful puppet to fight.
"Hoo Hoo Shen Lang took a quick breath, and his face was shocked.
Damn it, the little boy was hit by two powerful blue awns, but he just spat blood.
After changing into other empty realms, the friars can't take care of themselves without being beaten, and at least lose half of their lives, can they?
The golden goggles on Jian Wuchen's body must be more than a top-grade holy weapon. It should be a high-end defense magic weapon.
"Good, good! Sir, you are the first friar in the virtual world who can force me to do my best! I'll show you the real power of this yaoyang sword in my hands! " The sword has no trace, the complexion is cold and arrogant, gnash teeth, one word says.
As soon as the voice fell, the sword clenched its teeth, set up the golden sword in its hand, turned the real yuan, and recited the Dharma formula silently.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, as if something was broken, the seal of the golden sword in the hand of sword no trace was untied, the handle of the sword suddenly glowed like the sun, and the huge golden sword body roared.
Seeing the amazing breath of the golden sword, Shen Lang took a cold breath.
It turns out that the golden sword is not a super holy weapon, but a real magic weapon, flying sword!
It's just that the sword without trace claims to be the first one under nirvana. He always hides himself, so the elder of Lingjian palace seals most of the power of yaoyang sword.
As we all know, the attack magic weapon such as flying sword is extremely rare. Even ordinary Nirvana monks can't get a flying sword magic weapon.
Jian Wuchen is the son of the leader of Lingjian palace. He is extremely talented. He can understand if he is given a magic weapon of flying sword.
Shen Lang's face became ugly. The huge sword sealed his strength, and could be used to give full play to his amazing strength. Now that the power was unsealed, he could hardly be his opponent.
Yaoyang sword, which had been unsealed, was already psychic and hovered over the top of Shen Lang's head.
Sword no trace slightly childish face suddenly became a bit ferocious, suddenly drank: "golden thunder flash!"
"Jin Lei Jian Jue!"
Bai Ziren couldn't help exclaiming, this sword without trace is really a madman, even this move dare to come out.
You should know that the practice of "sword without trace" releases the magic sword formula which can be used by Nirvana strong people. You must be seriously hurt.
This sword without trace is too arrogant and conceited. In my heart, I will never allow myself to fail. Even if I am seriously injured, I will defeat Shen Lang.
Shen Lang's face was dignified. He knew that sword no trace was about to enlarge his moves, but he didn't know how to resist."The waves Su Ruoxue on one side shouts Shen Lang, showing a trace of worry.
"Don't worry, I can handle it!" Shen Lang gritted his teeth and said, there's no way. Now it's impossible to save his strength.
The golden light of the huge golden sword on the head of sword no trace rises sharply, and the golden light covers the slim body of sword no trace, just like the God coming down to earth.
In the dazzling golden awn, there was a continuous "crackle" sound, and a large number of golden arcs poured out of the body of yaoyang sword.
"Jin Lei Jian Jue!"
The sword is traceless, his eyes are red, and he drinks loudly.
I saw the yaoyang sword on his head carrying a golden awn that was as dazzling as the sun, breaking the air attack and lightning straight to the heart of the waves.
Shen Lang's cold hair stands up all over his body. He feels that his spirit is locked by the golden sword, and his instinct can't avoid it.
The power of yaoyang sword's strike is extremely huge, which is close to that of Nirvana monk.
Bai Qingshan may not be able to stop such a powerful and shocking attack. Even if he can, the waves will surely suffer a violent attack.
"Be careful!" Su Ruoxue cried out.
Shen Lang's eyes burst out, his right hand turned, and the linggong pagoda appeared in his palm.
"Go."
Shen Lang injects Zhenyuan into Linglong pagoda, and linggong pagoda rises to a height of 100 meters, blocking Shen Lang's body.
"Boom!"
There was a big bang. Yaoyang sword was blocked by linggong pagoda. The wall of the pagoda was full of dazzling golden light, which made everyone unable to open their eyes.
The linggong pagoda was shaking for a while, and the corner of Shen Lang's mouth was bleeding. The whole person was shocked and flew out by the impact of sword light, and fell down again.
Su Ruoxue's face faded, and immediately ran up and helped up the waves.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Shen Lang patted Su Ruoxue on the shoulder.
Sure enough, as he thought, the linggong pagoda was one level higher than the magic weapon. After blocking such a powerful blow, the backfire was not particularly obvious.
And the yaoyang sword that flew out hit the wall of linggong tower, but it didn't leave any trace on it.
"Gubao!"
Inside the hall, there were several voices of surprise.
"No way! This is Gubao? You have a treasure The sword has no trace to lose voice to shout a way, two eyes open to roll round.
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