Chapter 1582: Shen Lang VS Lu Ming

"Could it be that the old man is not dead, his brain is disabled!"
Lu Ming secretly cursed the little for not knowing that the sky is high and the earth is thick. What kind of descendants of the Profound Emperor, the old man can steadily crush you to death with his realm alone!
You must know that the monks in the late Yuanying and the middle Yuanying are an important watershed, and their strengths are more than a little bit different.
This battle not only avenged his disciple Liu Tianqi, but also raised a face problem.
Lu Ming has decided that he will kill Shen Lang with extremely cruel and violent means to show the might of his general!
"Boy, if your cultivation base is much lower than mine, the old man will let you take action first." Lu Ming said with a haughty tone, holding his hands.
A trace of murderous intent flashed in Shen Lang's eyes, he couldn't guess that this was the wishful thinking of Fairy Jinghong.
The Demon Empress's wind attacked and protected him, and Fairy Jinghong would definitely not act on herself personally. The reason for letting this so-called general and himself duel was probably because he wanted to use this cultivator in the late Yuan Ying to solve himself.
As for the identity of the descendant of Emperor Xuan, the other party didn't bother to care. Shen Lang didn't think he had this title, Fairy Jinghong would let him go.
As long as it is not a master of the transformation stage, Shen Lang is not afraid of anyone!
"Nine Li sword formation, open!"
Shen Lang's eyes exploded with light, and he immediately spurred the Nine Li sword formations, and the nine-handed Lei Ze splitting lightsaber that hovered around his body quickly turned into eighty-one sword lights.
"Sword formation?" A strange color flashed in Lu Ming's eyes.
The sword formations circulating in the human world are relatively low-level, and the general sword formation requires three or four people to start together, and the activation speed is too slow, it is very tasteless when facing the enemy, if it is still useful in the battlefield.
It is rare for a small sword formation like Shen Lang to be spurred by one person, and the speed is still so fast.
Shen Lang did not directly urge the sword formation to attack as usual, but shrank the eighty-one sword lights around his body, fully defensive.
Because he knew that the other party was a great monk in the late Yuan Ying, and his background was extremely deep, he was 100% sure to have the magic weapon of NB.
If you fully urge the sword formation to attack, there will be no time to urge other magic weapons. If the sword formation's full blow is blocked or defeated by the opponent, then he will be deadlocked and be beaten passively.
The characteristics of the Nine Li sword formation, when attacking, Shen Lang was unable to mobilize other magic weapons. When he is fully defensive, he can mobilize other magic weapons.
Shen Lang adopted a defensive stance, a large number of sword lights turned into patches of golden thunderclouds, spinning around at high speed.
The golden ape pattern on his chest lit up, and Shen Lang immediately used the nine changes of bleeding spirit, transformed into a thousand-meter-high great ape, and sacrificed Bingpo Mountain.
As soon as the ice crystal hill rose to a thousand-meter-high ice crystal giant mountain, it released a large amount of cold mist with a terrifying breath. There were dark clouds in the sky, accompanied by thunderous sounds.
"Three treasures to the east, Bingpo Mountain!"
Many of the cultivators on the Tianshui Continent exclaimed. Although the continent to the east is a desolate place, the monks of the three most precious Tianshui continents have also heard of it.
"Master, be careful, this treasure is very powerful!" Liu Tianqi shouted.
The contemptuous color in Lu Ming's eyes faded slightly. Although he had heard of Bing Po Mountain, it was the first time he saw him. It seems that Bingpo Mountain can be regarded as a relatively powerful existence in the pseudo-premature celestial phenomenon.
"Roar!"
The giant ape let out a terrifying roar, directly squeezed the Bingpo Mountain, released its divine power to the extreme, and rushed towards Lu Ming frantically.
As a general, it is his true color that Lu Ming is not chaotic when he is in danger. Although he is extremely vigilant in his heart, he still puts on the appearance of "I am very good."
Seeing Bingpo Mountain smashed over, Lu Ming unhurriedly stretched out one hand, offering a huge silver axe.
"Tiangang Tomahawk, go!"
Lu Ming let out a deep drink, and the silver giant axe in front of him soared to a kilometer long, and the axe blade flashed with dazzling silver light, covered with complicated rune marks.
The silver giant axe slashed straight towards the ice crystal mountain.
"Boom!!!"
Heavy shocks resounded through the world, a large amount of silver light and cold light intertwined and collided, making waves of terrifying explosions.
A biting cold light swept all around, and the cultivators and demon cultivators of the primordial infant stage opened up the spiritual shield to resist the violent wind and cold caused by the explosion.
The forest below has been frozen, and the land is covered with a thick layer of frost.
Shen Lang had the defense of the Nine Li sword formations and sword shields, and he was unscathed.
The old face of Lu Ming on the opposite side changed color. He did not underestimate the ability of Bingposhan, but he underestimated the terrifying power of Shen Lang transforming into the form of the Great Ape of Qingshan.
Originally, Lu Ming tried his best to mobilize the pseudo-preliminary spirit treasure Tiangang Giant Axe, and the power was obviously stronger than that of Shen Lang, a middle-age cultivator who urged Bingpo Mountain, but Shen Lang turned into Qingshan Giant Ape with more brute power than Lu Ming Imagination.
The Great Ape of Qingshan is most suitable to use this powerful magic weapon, just to make up for the gap between his lack of spiritual power and the magic weapon level.
With one blow, Bingposhan and Tiangang Great Axe fought a draw.
Shen Lang remained motionless. Lu Ming stepped back hundreds of meters before he could stabilize his figure. The aura of his body protection was almost broken by the cold glow that escaped from the Bingpo Mountain. A layer of frost condensed all over his body, making his forehead cold sweat.
Seeing this scene, the expressions on the faces of the monks on both sides were a little exciting.
Seeing Shen Lang dominating the Yaozu side, he felt very happy.
"Haha, this is the great general of the Tianshui Continent's royal family? The strength is nothing more than that." Firefox Wang Fenghuo took the lead in sarcasm.
"That is, the scum is embarrassed to pretend to be forced. Brother Shen, blow him up!" Feng Lei also yelled.
"Shen Daoyou, blow him up!"
The big monsters of the monster race all showed excitement.
Even Meier saw Shen Lang pleasingly. If Shen Lang could really defeat Lu Ming, it would be regarded as a sigh of evil for the Yaozu.
The cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage in Tianshui Continent were a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Shen Lang to be so powerful, and even the general could not take advantage of it.
Lu Ming's face was black like the bottom of a pot. He originally wanted to kill Shen Lang with the momentum of thunder. If he couldn't kill, he had to stabilize the opponent and let this kid know how good he was.
But he never thought that Shen Lang's strength was beyond his expectations. Lu Ming felt that his face was lost, and he became angry and said: "Boy, just now the old man saw you young, so I asked you to make a move. Now I won't be humbly. ."
Lu Ming's eyes burst out, and he roared: "Tiangang sword, now!"
As soon as the roar fell, Lu Ming muttered a word, and sacrificed a silver giant sword, which skyrocketed to a kilometer long.
A layer of spiritual inscriptions flashed on the giant sword, and the blade was shining with silver light, covered with complex rune marks, which was very similar to the Tiangang battle axe.
"It's another fake prehistoric spirit treasure!"
Shen Lang's heart was stunned. He had never seen a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage that could simultaneously spur two pseudo-precious spirit treasures.
A sword and an axe stood in front of Lu Ming, swirling around, and the silver light was flourishing. The two treasures seemed to resonate, buzzing.