Chapter 1189: This is Ziyang Fire?

"This is natural." Shen Lang replied blankly.
There was a trace of panic on Xiao Ling'er's face, she didn't expect things to turn into this way.
She was basically certain that the young man in front of her was Shen Lang. Even if he wanted to get out of Duan Jian's entanglement, he couldn't use Shen Lang's life as a bet.
Xiao Ling'er felt that Shen Lang might not know the strength of Duan Jian so that he would say the word duel.
She has seen how powerful Duan Jian is. Even in the face of the monks in the late stage of the formation of pill, Duan Jian has the power to fight.
Moreover, Duan Jian was kind on the surface, but in fact he was very narrow-minded, sinister and vicious.
Since Duan Jian said this, he obviously had a murderous intent on Shen Lang.
"This senior, Duan Gongzi is the son of Daoyang Daoyang in Ziyang Palace, with amazing supernatural powers. It is really unwise for you to fight Duan Gongzi. The little girl takes back the words before, I..." Xiao Ling'er bit her teeth, her expression Anxious and panic.
Before she finished speaking, Shen Lang waved his sleeves and said calmly: "You don't need to say more, just watch it from the side."
Duan Jianqi's seven orifices gave rise to smoke, thinking about his mother, this had never put on a good face to herself, and at this moment she was so concerned about the safety of this man.
Duan Jian immediately felt ashamed of the green hat on his head! A strong heart of jealousy surged into his heart, and he wanted to tear Shen Lang to pieces alive, peeled his skin, and drank his blood!
"Don't talk nonsense, let's start!" Duan Jian paused, his handsome face was full of evil spirits, and anyone could see the murderous intent in his eyes.
Shen Lang didn't panic at all, instead he smiled and said, "Before the duel, let's say a good bet. If I win, your female companion will belong to me. If you win, the leaf of Fengyanghua will belong to you. what do you think?"
"it is good!"
Duan Jian said that, thinking in his heart, offending this son, do you think you still have a life?
The monks in the hall looked at Shen Lang with a trace of puzzlement and mockery, thinking that this person was really ignorant.
With the cultivation base of the pill formation period, which beautiful woman can't get it? Why do you want to grab a woman from a master like Duan Jian?
"Everyone, the trade fair is temporarily suspended, and this fellow Taoist and I will go to a duel in a secluded place. Interested fellow Taoists can come and watch the battle."
After speaking, Duan Fei used his spiritual power to loosen the restriction on the window sill on the side of the hall and flew out directly.
Shen Lang followed closely behind.
Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned pale, and she flew past her as a escape.
There were a group of cultivators in the alchemy phase in the hall. Look at me and I will look at you, and they flew out.
Regardless of the duel between the cultivators in the pill formation stage, you can see Duan Jian's abilities without looking at it. Anyway, they are the people who eat melons, not too much trouble.
Duan Jianfei was in front, with a strong suffocation on his face.
After a while, Escape landed on a small hill. There are barren mountains on all sides, which is considered a secluded place.
Shen Lang and a large group of cultivators in the pill formation stage followed, Xiao Ling'er also followed, and everyone landed on the top of the mountain.
"Bitch, I don't care what you have to do with this man. Today, this young man will smash him into pieces in front of you! I want to see what kind of expression your woman will show!" Duan Jian glanced at it. Xiao Linger's eyes made a sound transmission.
Xiao Ling'er was suffocated in her heart, and her whole person almost fell, her delicate and pretty face was full of panic and anxiety.
"Okay, let's get started!" Duan Jian turned around impatiently, staring at Shen Lang directly, stretched out one hand, and purple-gold flames rolled and burned in his hands.
The waves of heat rising from the Ziyang fire slightly twisted the surrounding air.
Ziyang Fire is the second palace gate in the right way, the secret technique of Ziyang Palace. This fire power is very powerful, divided into three levels, purple gold, purple red, purple gray.
Purple gold is only the lowest level, but its power cannot be underestimated, and the power it strikes is definitely not weaker than the top-grade fire magic weapon.
Shen Lang stood with his hands in his hands, his expression slightly solemn.
When he was at the peak of Nirvana, he had fought against Liu Kun in the early stage of alchemy, and he had a little understanding of the abilities of the monks in the alchemy stage.
Now that he has broken through the pill formation stage, and the sword canon has broken through the fourth level, his strength is not what it used to be, and he has the confidence to defeat this person.
"Since the duel was proposed below, Master Duan should take action first!" Shen Lang chuckled, looking calm and calm.
"Since you want to find death, that son will make you perfect!" Duan Jian was murderous, and he couldn't wait to kill this arrogant beast.
Duan Jian pinched a single finger, and the purple-gold fire ball in the palm of his right hand suddenly swelled and rose into the sky, turning into a purple-gold fire dragon ten meters long.
The fire dragon turned into a purple light and rushed towards Shen Lang.
"Be careful, this is Ziyang Fire!" Xiao Linger shouted. Because of the extreme panic, her voice was a little hoarse.
The crowd of onlookers at the formation stage monks also showed fearful expressions. It is indeed the first secret technique of the Ziyang Palace, the power of this Ziyang Fire is indeed very amazing, and some of the early stage cultivators in the crowd are not confident to take this blow completely.
Duan Jian is really NB, even the magic weapon is useless, he can strike such an amazing blow.
Everyone felt that Shen Lang would die miserably.
But what happened next was shocking.
I saw Shen Lang not dodge or avoid, wave one hand in front of him.
"Om!"
A bluish-white sword and shield gathered in front of him, exuding a brilliant glow.
Since Shen Lang's practice of the sword canon breaks through the fourth level, the power of Pure Yang Sword Jue has greatly increased, the sword and shield have changed from the original light blue to blue and white, and the defense power has also been amazingly enhanced.
Seeing that Shen Lang had condensed something like a spiritual power shield in front of him, Duan Jian sneered, with a scornful expression on his face: "Hmph, with a spiritual power shield, I also want to block this son’s Ziyang Fire Dragon. What a daydream!"
Then, an unexpected scene happened.
"boom!"
The purple-gold fire dragon hit the sword and shield with a deafening roar, and the earth was shaking.
A huge heat wave raged in all directions like a hurricane. The surrounding grassland instantly turned into a scorched black area, and the ground around Shen Lang also cracked cracks.
The power of Ziyang Fire is indeed very strong, and the sword and shield in front of Shen Lang are roaring and trembling, constantly shining with bluish white light. After all, he was completely defended against the fire dragon's attack.
After one blow, the fire dragon disappeared, and the sword and shield were intact.
The monks stared at this scene with wide-eyed eyes, showing unbelievable expressions. That Ziyang Fire Dragon is so powerful that it can be easily blocked by a blue and white shield?
Duan Jian was even more dumbfounded, almost thinking that he saw an illusion.
"This is what Ziyang fire? Rubbish!" Shen Lang smiled sullenly and commented mockingly.