Chapter 1379: Accepted

"Sky Blue God Sand, go!"
Shen Lang gave a low drink, and a large amount of blue sand spouted out of his mouth. When the wind rose, it turned into a sky-blue light rain, resisting him.
The Demon Hunting Spear was full of blood, carrying the momentum of thunder, and hit the dense light rain formed by the sky blue divine sand.
"boom!!!"
There was an earth-shattering crackling sound, the wind swept all around, and a group of Yuan Ying-period monks' robes were blowing and hunting in the distance.
Seeing that the Demon Hunting Gun was stopped by the dense blue light rain for a while, the cultivator of Zhongyuan Yingji was shocked, showing a surprised expression. Even if only for a moment, he could block the magic weapon of Old Demon Feng Yue, this kid seemed to have some ability.
"Five Elements Divine Sand?" Old Demon Fengyue showed a slight strange color on her face, but soon returned to normal.
Although I don't know where this kid got so many Five Elements Divine Sand, but based on Yuan Ying's early cultivation base to urge the Five Elements Divine Sand, his power is not enough.
Old Demon Feng Yue's face showed a trace of contempt again. Although he only used 60 to 70% of his strength in this attack, if Shen Lang is only at this level, it is impossible to block his Demon Hunting Spear.
"boom!"
I saw the extreme light from the tip of the Demon Hunter's spear, shattering the light shield formed by the blue light rain, and piercing directly into Shen Lang's chest.
Shen Lang's expression was extremely solemn, and he also expected that the sky blue divine sand would definitely not be able to defend against the attack of the old demon.
"Nine Li sword formation, sick!"
Shen Lang sacrificed the nine-handed Lei Ze splitting lightsaber with a force of lightning speed. The nine golden flying swords instantly turned into a dense number of sword lights, one divided into three, and three divided into nine.
A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one sword lights rushed towards the spear that struck.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
A large amount of golden light was like dense golden threads, hitting the blood-colored light curtain on the tip of the magic hunter's gun, making a sharp and earth-shaking collision, and the air was shaking.
"Turn swords into silk? There are still so many!"
Old Demon Fengyue's contemptuous expression instantly solidified, finally shocked.
It was incredible that a cultivator in the early Yuan Ying could master the magical power of turning a sword into silk, and the other party could actually release so much sword light.
I don't know what kind of magical power of the sword art can have such great power? Even Fengyue Old Demon such a well-informed great monk had never heard of it.
Shen Lang used all the sword light released by the Jiuli Sword Array to defend against the attack of the Demon Hunting Spear, and it was still a bit difficult. This Demon Hunting Spear was an extraordinary magic weapon, and its power was a bit shocking.
I saw a large amount of sword light impact, not only did not offset the blood light on the tip of the Demon Hunter's gun, but also made the Demon Hunter's light soar and even more powerful.
Shen Lang had a numb scalp, it seemed that he underestimated the strength of Feng Yue Old Demon, just a random shot had such a terrifying power.
There was no way, Shen Lang didn't dare to hide himself. With a pinch of two fingers, those eighty-one golden lights rushed out of Yuyang Golden Thunder crazily.
"Cracking!"
A large number of Yuyang golden thunders burst out suddenly, forming a shocking scarlet-gold thunder net, which hit the light curtain of the demon hunter's spear tip.
"Yuyang Jinlei!" Old Demon Feng Yue was shocked and angry, his face changed drastically.
Unexpectedly, this kid still has so many magic weapons made by Yuyang Thunder Crystal.
"Sword formation, the flying sword magic weapon refined by Yuyang Leijing..."
The group of Yuan Ying-period monks who watched also showed shocking expressions, Shen Lang's magical powers were more amazing than he had imagined.
In a blink of an eye, the scarlet-gold thunder arc had already suppressed the blood light released by the Demon Hunter's gun, significantly weakening the power on the tip of the gun.
This magical magic weapon was really restrained by Yuyang Jinlei, and Shen Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The ordinary magic light and devil energy will be wiped out instantly when encountering the Yuyang Jinlei, but the magic light released by the Demon Hunting Spear can barely resist the Yuyang Jinlei, and Fengyue Old Demon's magic weapon is really strong.
With the help of Yuyang Jinlei, Shen Lang's pressure was greatly reduced, and he fully urged the Jiuli sword formation.
Under the impact of a large amount of sword light, the power of the Demon Hunter's gun finally slowly weakened, making a "buzzing" roar until the spear was blocked.
A trace of cold sweat leaked from Shen Lang's forehead. He relied on the two-layer defense of the sky blue divine sand and the sword formation to be able to withstand the shot of the old Fengyue demon. The strength of this old demon was indeed not covered.
Shen Lang is not stupid, he can conclude that Old Demon Fengyue used his full strength far away, otherwise he should not be able to stop it. In addition to the Demon Hunting Spear, the old demon probably has even more powerful treasures.
In short, the strength of the great monks in the late Yuan Ying period is still unfathomable, and Shen Lang is not an opponent of this level of monks.
"Friend Fengyue's supernatural powers are amazing, good luck in the next, I caught the blow of fellow Daoist, and accepted it!" Shen Lang's expression was indifferent, and he hugged his fists towards the old Demon Feng Yue.
The sound was not loud, but the Yuan Ying-period monks who looked around could hear it clearly.
Shen Lang is also a face-saving person. Since Fengyue Old Demon questioned himself, he had to show his strength to break the doubt, so as not to become the laughing stock of everyone and let other Nascent Soul cultivators despise him.
The cultivators of Zhongyuan Yingji looked at each other, his old face couldn't conceal the expression of horror. Shen Lang seemed to resist the old demon's shot easily, and his supernatural powers were a bit unfathomable!
You must know that Shen Lang was only a monk in the early Yuanying stage, even in the middle stage of Yuanying stage, it is hard to say that he can withstand the magic weapon of Fengyue's life without damage.
Su Ruoxue let out a sigh, her pretty face showed a slight smile, just now she had mentioned her throat in her heart, but Shen Lang was fine.
"Humph!"
Old Demon Feng Yue took back the Demon Hunter's spear, his face was black like the bottom of a pot, thinking that he was ashamed.
He wanted to take the opportunity to teach Shen Lang a lesson, and let this kid suffer a bit.
Who knows that this kid can actually withstand his own magic weapon, and show incredible magical powers to make him show off!
"I, fuck." Old Demon Feng Yue cursed in his heart, extremely depressed.
Without speaking, this kid is really evil. It's incredible to have so many Five Elements Divine Sand, and there are so many magic weapons refined by Yuyang Thunder Crystal.
These are not the main points. The sword-turning-to-silk technique that this kid has just used is extremely sharp, like a small sword formation. If the sword light is a little bit more, I am afraid I will find it tricky!
An ordinary cultivator at the beginning of Yuan Ying would never have such a good value and such a powerful configuration.
If Shen Lang could kill Zhong Wuling's kind of ghost repair, Fengyue Old Demon believed a little now. Yuyang Jinlei is the absolute nemesis of the ghost monks, who can have so many Yuyang Jinlei, I am afraid that Zhong Wuling can't bear it.
There was a trace of haze in the eyes of the old demon Feng Yue, his cultivation was also a magic way, and he had a sense of hatred for the instincts of the monks with the three sun thunder.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Fengyue, now Daoist Shen has taken your blow, can you agree to the conditions that the old man made before?" Zhang Daoling smiled lightly and made a round.