"Damn it!"

Shen Lang's face was full of gloomy and cursed in his heart.

What he was most worried about was finally born, and Yang Wei really had a powerful magic weapon to accompany him.

Although Yang Wei is trash, he is also a descendant of the Seven Saints after all. He is there, so how could he go on stage without any preparation?

In contrast, Xia Shan'er's ninety-nine-mouthed Tianxin Feijian is just a medium-grade immortal weapon, which is a bit shabby.

Shen Lang considered to get a higher-level flying sword for Xia Shan'er after the martial arts meeting ended.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!!!"

Xia Shan'er repeatedly activated the Tianxin Sword Formation to attack the purple clouds around Yang Wei, but all the attacks were like stones sinking into the sea, and could not break Yang Wei's defense at all.

"Hahaha, little girl, you want to hurt me just by your little attack? It's such a fool!"

Yang Wei spoke with a rampant ridicule and then turned into a five-color green sheep in his body.

The five-colored green sheep are all covered with green hair, and a layer of colorful clouds are surrounded by them. A pair of curved sheep horns in glass color above their heads, like green clouds, releasing a brilliant light.

"Earth Immortal Art, Green Rainbow Aurora!"

The glass-colored sheep horns above the five-color green sheep's head released a strong green light. The sheep suddenly spit out five huge blue light balls and rushed towards Xia Shan'er.

After Yang Wei turned into his body, his firepower was fully opened. The five huge blue light balls they spit out were mixed with tens of millions of blue light threads. The terrifying power of destruction made his scalp numb!

"Tianxin Sword and Shield!"

Xia Shan'er's pretty face was pale, and she felt a strong threat. She shouted in her mouth, and her hands flew in front of her to draw a mysterious magic seal.

The ninety-nine-mouthed Tianxin Feishang turned into dense white light threads, and countless light threads condensed into a huge white light shield, blocking them in front of him.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

Three huge blue light balls bombarded the surface of Tianxin sword shield, and the violent explosion sounded deafening, and the green lights in the sky were raging.

The sword blade light wire condensed on the surface of Tianxin's sword shield was turbulent. After being bombarded by three blue light balls one after another, the sword and shield were already full of holes.

"Dong!Dong!"

Before Xia Shan'er could take a breath, two blue light balls came as lightning, hitting the Tianxin sword shield that was about to fall apart.

"Bang!"

The Tianxin sword shield shattered on the spot, turning into a large number of white light wires, scattering in all directions.

Xia Shan'er was bombarded by the green light burst out from the green light ball, and she was about to collapse.

"Yang Wei, keep people!!!"

Shen Lang's eyes were about to break, and the hysterical roar from his mouth shook all over the place.

Yang Wei on the ring was so proud that he almost killed Xia Shan'er.

But after hearing Shen Lang's roar, Yang Wei was startled and quickly retracted the power of magical powers, only destroying Xia Shan'er's body, and not hurting her soul.

Although Yang Wei is arrogant and domineering, he dare not really break up with Shen Lang. Xia Shan'er is Shen Lang's junior sister. If she kills this woman herself, Shen Lang will definitely be with her.

Although he had his father's support, Shen Lang was the apprentice of the ancestor Tianying, and Yang Wei still didn't dare to play with fire.

Xia Shan'er's soul body was preserved and she soon recovered her body through the magical power of the Three Flowers Gathering Head. Shen Lang also breathed a sigh of relief.

The referee announced loudly: "Xia Shan'er's body was destroyed, and the winner of this game is Yang Wei!"

"Hahaha, I won!"

Yang Wei laughed, looking extremely excited. He felt that with such a powerful defensive magic weapon as Ziyun Mirror, he could almost be invincible, and perhaps he could fight Shen Lang.

Xia Shan'er walked off the ring with a lonely expression. Ning Xiaoyao stepped forward and comforted him, "Shan'er, don't be sad. Yang Wei only relied on the power of magic weapons to defeat you. If he didn't have that mirror magic weapon, it would be a big deal to win against you."

"Sister Yaoyao, don't comfort me. It's clear that I want to get a good ranking, but Shan'er is always useless..."

Xia Shan'er's eyes turned red and she complained that she was incompetent. Shen Lang patted her shoulders and comforted her softly: "Don't be upset Shan'er, your bone age is less than a thousand years old, and it is naturally unfair to fight with those monks who are often aged one million years old. With your excellent physique in the chaotic immortal body, in time, you must

To become a strong man of the world, don’t belittle yourself!”

"Um."

Xia Shan'er bit her teeth. After hearing what Shen Lang said, she felt a little better.

The eyes of the monks on the field swept back and forth against Shen Lang and Xia Shan'er. The two were so close. Could this female cultivator named Xia Shan'er be the Taoist partner of Elder Shen Lang?

Many of the Seven Saint Palace cultivators who secretly fell in love with Shen Lang showed depressed expressions. It turned out that this handsome and handsome Elder Shen Lang already had a Taoist couple, and the name Xia Shan'er was very beautiful and charming.

Bai Weiwei also sighed lightly. She was fascinated by Shen Lang, thinking that it would be great if she was Xia Shan'er.

"In the 63rd game, Bai Weiwei will face Yan Kuan!"

The referee's shout interrupted Bai Weiwei's thoughts, and it was her turn to play.

Bai Weiwei's luck this round is not good, and her opponent is a mid-stage cultivator of the Human Immortality.

Fortunately, she tried her best and finally won the opponent by relying on the poisonous fire of the silver snake and barely advanced.

Bai Weiwei also wanted to fight for a sigh of relief, but she didn't want to be the first descendant of the Seven Saints to be eliminated.

Ning Xiao Yaolun appeared at the end of the seventh round, but unfortunately he failed to withstand the pressure and lost to a mid-stage cultivator of the Human Immortal. Like Xia Shan'er, he stopped in the seventh round and ranked in the top 1,000.

After the end of the seventh round, only about 500 cultivators advanced to the eighth round. They were almost all elite disciples with cultivation in the middle and late stages of human immortals, and even cultivators in the early stages of human immortals are relatively rare.

A few days later, the eighth round of the armed struggle officially began.

In this round, Shen Lang ranked third in the appearance position.

"The third game, Shen Lang faces Yang Wei!"

The referee shouted loudly.

"Haha, it's just right."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth. Since Yang Wei, the idiot, hit the gun, he was embarrassed!

"Damn!"

Yang Wei was panicked and his face instantly frozen.

He was secretly proud before, thinking that with Ziyun Mirror, he should be able to get a good ranking, and maybe he can fight Shen Lang. As a result, this round, I met the evil star Shen Lang!

"Damn it, it's so unlucky!"

Yang Wei cursed inwardly, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the opponent he didn't want to face appeared.

Recalling the scene when he was beaten by Shen Lang before, Yang Wei's face still felt a little painful now. When he thought of facing the evil star Shen Lang, Yang Wei felt a little cowardly.

Shen Lang turned into a golden light and flew into the ring in the center of the square. Seeing that Yang Wei was not on the ring for a long time, he said impatiently: "Yang Wei, can you still compete? If you don't dare to go on the field, then surrender obediently!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Chapter completed!