Seeing the three-divided sword light attacking him, Zhao Gang had to grit his teeth and raise the holy weapon in his hand to defend himself.

Although Shen Lang's sword moves are fast, Zhao Gang has a holy weapon in his hand. As long as he needs to activate his true energy, the speed of swinging the sword will be accelerated to a dumbfounded level.

"Ding Ding!"

Zhao Gang quickly waved the long sword of the holy weapon to defend against Shen Lang's sword move, but the Qingli sword was still scratched across his lower abdomen, leaving a long blood mark, and the sword light flew to pieces most of his shirt.

"Tsk!" Shen Lang smacked his lips. If he had practiced this move more skillfully, Zhao Gang would definitely not be able to defend himself.

Even so, Zhao Gang's heart was still scared and he was so scared that he immediately retreated and set a distance with Shen Lang.

Fortunately, I was holding a holy weapon, otherwise I would never be able to stop Shen Lang's sword.

Why! Zhao Gang's face was ferocious. He was also in the early stage of the realm of transformation. Why was this kid so powerful?

He didn't want to admit that he was worse than Shen Lang.

Zhao Gang's eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically poured his true energy into the blood-colored sword in his hand. The holy sword made a whisper, with a stunning breath.

"drink!"

Zhao Gang shouted loudly and slashed a stunning sword energy towards Shen Lang.

With the help of the power of the holy weapon, Zhao Gang's sword was as powerful as a scattered sea of ​​scattered swords, which was very amazing.

Seeing this, the audience members held their breath one by one. Ibukixue also bit her teeth and silently cheered Shen Lang in her heart.

"Splitting the stars and robbing the moon!"

Shen Lang's eyes were like lightning, holding the Qingli Sword in his hand, and slashed out a sharp sword light as he took the opportunity.

The two forces collided.

"boom!"

The explosion sounded everywhere, and the ground seemed to be trembling. A strong storm swept around. The audience not far from the stage was blown away by the strong wind and could not open their eyes.

Even the blue bricks on the ground of the arena were cracked several layers, with a large area of ​​potholes.

After the dust disappeared, a golden light appeared all over Shen Lang, safe and sound.

Zhao Gang gasped with a long sword in his holy weapon, his clothes were broken and blood was covered in his body. His whole body was a little terrible, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

The audience was shocked, and everyone could not hide their horror expressions on their faces.

Zhao Gang's attack with the holy weapon in his hand could not defeat Shen Lang's attack?

A trace of surprise flashed in Hua Ziling's beautiful eyes, which was watching in the crowd. It was that swordsmanship! He actually practiced it? This man is becoming more and more perverted. I really don't know how he practiced it.

The group of senior executives of the Yi family and Zhao family in the stands were even silent. With their cultivation, they could naturally see the gap in strength between Shen Lang and Zhao Gang.

"Okay! It's only a few days before, and my nephew has mastered the essence of the Thirteen Death Swords. He is simply a genius!" Shangguan Long praised it loudly, and his whole body seemed very happy.

"It's really a honor for a son to be called a genius by his senior brother." Shen Canghai also laughed. Shen Lang's performance was beyond his expectations. He underestimated the kid's ability. "Hey, I'm just telling the truth. At first, we two brothers learned the Thirteen Deadly Swords, but after learning it for more than ten years, we achieved some success. Shen Lang can learn this level in a few days. The old monster Ning from the head of Nanlin's sword may want to accept it after seeing it.

Let's be your disciple." Shangguan Long laughed loudly.

The group of elders and elders of the Yi family showed shock. The talent of Shen Lang is really amazing when he was praised by Shangguan Long, one of the top ten masters of Linhai and Tianshan Mountain.

On the Zhao family, the elders of the Zhao family were also secretly surprised.

Zhao Feng stared at Shen Lang on the ring, and a trace of brightness flashed in his eyes.

Even he had to admit that Shen Lang is indeed a peerless genius, and such people can only get along well, not evil.

Today's incident may make the other party worry. Zhao Feng thought that he must apologize to Shen Lang and Shen Canghai.

Zhao Jin's face looked very ugly. He didn't expect that Shen Lang was so powerful. The sword light of the attack just now almost reached the level of the power of martial arts practitioners in the late stage of the Transformation Realm.

It is really amazing that Zhao Jin regretted that he should not have such a promising junior for a difficult holy weapon.

On the ring.

"Ahem!"

Zhao Gang coughed a few mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, his face was as bright as earth. Unbelievable, he was no match for this kid holding a holy weapon! This seriously frustrated his self-esteem.

Shen Lang had long been determined to win. He could have taken out one of the Dragon Bird Knife and the Dragon Baby Darts and could easily teach Zhao Gang to be a human being, but he wanted to prove it to Chen Canghai that he had reached the entry level of the Thirteen Death Swords.

The effect of the Death Thirteen Swords was beyond Shen Lang's imagination. Even if he did not use the holy weapon, he could defeat Zhao Gang, who was holding the holy weapon with the Death Thirteen Swords.

"Chasing the wind and chasing the moon!"

In the fourth move of the Thirteen Death Swords, Shen Lang held the Qingli Sword in his hand and shook towards the sword energy like an arrow. The sword body turned into a afterimage, and the speed was so fast that it was incredible.

Zhao Gang was shocked and hurriedly dodged, but his right shoulder was still stabbed, and blood gushed out of the wound.

The Thirteen Death-Savage Swords will carry a flowing sword light, which will pierce into the flesh and blood. The sword light can instantly crush the arteries and veins, making it difficult for the wound to heal.

Shen Lang finally realized the powerful advantages of the Thirteen Deadly Swords. Such sharp sword moves are hard to defend. If you can practice using swords like using your hands, the power of sword skills is indeed much greater than that of Seven Injury Fist and other techniques.

"Give up, although you have a holy weapon, your sword speed is too slow and you are not my opponent." Shen Lang glanced at Zhao Gang and said coldly.

"Dream, I haven't lost yet!" Zhao Gang was furious, and Shen Lang's words instantly aroused his anger.

Zhao Gang raised his blood-colored sword and stabbed towards Shen Lang like crazy.

"Then don't blame me for being polite."

Shen Lang snorted lightly, his eyes condensed, and the long sword in his hand immediately turned into a phantom and attacked Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang gritted his teeth and had to raise his sword and slash.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sword light shone everywhere, and two long swords hit each other.

Shen Lang frowned. It was worthy of being a holy weapon. He dared not use the Qingli Sword to resist the slash of the Blood Sword in front of him, otherwise the Qingli Sword would be very likely to be broken by the holy weapon.

However, the essence of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is attack. This is the reason why the opponent's attack is suppressed during the attack.

"The light turns away!"

The long sword in Shen Lang's hand was getting faster and faster, and he could not catch any trace at all. Zhao Gang retreated repeatedly.

In the audience below, the long sword in Shen Lang's hand seemed like a stream of light, dazzling and invisible.

The passing of light is the fastest move among the thirteen Death Swords. Each strike can activate the flowing light sword. This move is most suitable for quickly suppressing the enemy.

But Shen Lang only learned a little bit of fur in this move. He did not have enough internal strength and could not flow the sword light, but he could use sword speed instead.

The Qingli Sword was getting faster and faster, and Zhao Gang couldn't even resist it. He was hit by swords in various parts of his body. Every time he took a step back, his body would be hit by a sword.

In less than ten seconds, Zhao Gang's body was filled with blood, and a large number of tiny blood holes on his upper body. The blood dyed his clothes red and the blood spilled all over the floor.
Chapter completed!