Chapter 1888: Don't come and help me!

Large patches of blood swept towards the turtle dragon.
"Small bugs! I want to hurt this king with this level of spirit attack?"
Turtle Dragon showed a disdainful sneer. He did not evade, stretched out his sharp claws to directly pinch Xiaorou's white neck, and lifted her in the air.
The impact of the blood charm and divine light had little effect on the turtle dragon, at most it was just a slight tingling of the brain.
The turtle dragon was not light, and Xiaorou's snow-white neck was instantly caught with blood stains, dripping with blood.
Xiaorouqiao's face was pale and she tried her best to struggle, but she was pinched by the tortoise dragon and couldn't resist.
"Fox, your appearance is pretty good. If you are not the spirit beast of this human monk, this king can also consider accepting you as a concubine! It's a pity that you are on the wrong team, obediently let this king die!" Sneer.
"My son, I'm sorry!" Xiao Rou closed her eyes in despair.
If she died for Shen Lang, she was willing. But even if he died, Shen Lang still could not escape.
Thinking that his death could not save Shen Lang, tears burst into her little soft eyes. Since he couldn't die for Shen Lang, his own way of death had no meaning.
She is not reconciled!
Just when the turtle dragon was about to smash Xiaorou's neck.
"call out!"
A golden sword light flew from nowhere, and accurately hit the turtle dragon's right hand pinching Xiaorou's neck.
With a loud "bang", a blood hole was exploded in Turtle Dragon's right hand, his thumb and index finger were blown away, and his blood was blurred.
"what!"
Turtle Dragon let out a scream, and the right hand loosened subconsciously, and Xiao Rou fell from the air.
Suddenly, a golden whirlwind flew over like a phantom, flying Xiao Roujuan that had fallen, and flew to the trunk of a tall tree.
The whirlwind converged and turned into a handsome young man with white robe and long hair.
The white robe youth's complexion was extremely gloomy, and a golden Lei Ze lightsaber condensed in front of him.
"Shen... Shen Lang!"
Looking at the white-robed youth on the tree trunk, and then subconsciously watching that Shen Lang who was sitting on the grass had disappeared, Turtle Dragon clutched his right hand and exclaimed.
At the very moment of the moment, Shen Lang had already regained consciousness, and injured the turtle dragon with lightning speed, and rescued Xiao Rou.
All this is between the electric light and flint.
Shen Lang, who had regained consciousness, had become more profound and misty in temperament, and his strength was even more powerful to an unfathomable level!
The Heisha ghost and Master Zhikong, who were staring at Lan Xian'er just now, suddenly saw Shen Lang awakening and started to attack the turtle dragon. They were also shocked.
Lan Xian'er's eyes flashed in despair.
"Xiao Rou, are you okay?" Shen Lang looked at Xiao Rou in his arms and asked in a low voice, his tone full of concern.
"Master... Master, isn't Xiao Rou dreaming?"
Feeling Shen Lang's warm and scorching chest, Xiaorou's eyes reddened, and she felt like a dream. She couldn't restrain her emotions and hugged Shen Lang tightly.
Looking at Xiaorou's neck, Shen Lang was distressed, his eyes turned to Turtle Dragon, and a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes!
"Old bastard, do you dare to hurt her? If you don't smash your tortoise shell today, Shen Lang swears not to be a man!!!" Shen Lang's face was distorted, an astonishing spiritual pressure soared into the sky, and the forest was all around There was a gust of wind.
At this moment, Shen Lang, facing the tenth-order amethyst giant tortoise, no longer has the slightest weakness. He is majestic and looks like a god's residence.
The roar of Shen Lang made Turtle Dragon's heart awkward. As a Tier 10 heaven and earth spirit beast, Turtle Dragon is still very aware of breath. He smelled a strong sense of crisis, and he always felt that Shen Lang was very bad before him. provoke!
The sword light attack just now really gave Guilong a record of Mawei.
Of course, as the demon king of the purple turtle clan, if the turtle dragon is frightened by the other's roar, it would be too embarrassing. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Shen Lang young beast, don't be too happy! Don't think you are new If you are a God of Transformation, you can ignore this king? This king will tell you what strength suppression is, and let me die!"
The turtle dragon let out an angry roar, and the blue veins on his right arm violently turned into a giant purple claw, swelling and extending to the size of a hill.
"boom!"
The turtle dragon wielded its giant claws, and then pressed down towards Shen Lang on the trunk! Wherever the claw blade passes, the space is distorted, containing extremely powerful destructive power!
With this blow, the turtle dragon used 12 points of full strength.
He felt that even if he couldn't kill Shen Lang with a single blow, he would at least be unable to take care of Shen Lang's life and let him deeply understand his strength.
"Be careful, son!" Xiao Rou in her arms couldn't help but exclaimed.
"no need to worry."
Shen Lang glanced at the huge claws that hit him, the corners of his mouth lifted upwards, revealing a trace of contempt, and his right palm pushed forward.
I saw Shen Lang's palm, a huge storm of golden blades burst out immediately, like a giant tornado, hitting the giant claws falling from the sky.
"boom!!!"
The sound of the explosion was like a thunderbolt in a clear sky. The giant purple claws cut by the tortoise and dragon were forcibly intercepted by the golden storm. A large amount of wind swept all around, the trees in the forest were blown off instantly, and the sawdust flew across.
The vegetation within a radius of more than ten miles turned into fly ash, and it instantly turned into a barren land.
Lan Xian'er tried his best to condense a spiritual shield to protect her body from being affected by the explosion.
The golden blade storm that hit Shen Lang's palm abruptly repelled the purple giant claws that had been split off, and the turtle dragon was stunned by a huge counter-shock force.
The Turtle Dragon had just imagined that Shen Lang would be half-dead with a single blow. However, the ideal is beautiful and the reality is cruel.
"Boom!"
The turtle dragon fell to the ground, gnawing at the corner of his mouth, looking extremely embarrassed.
After breaking through the transformation stage, Shen Lang's Nine Transformation of Blood Spirit's ability has been greatly improved, and now the tortoise dragon in the transformation state can be easily defeated by the magical powers of the Golden Blade Storm.
"No... impossible!"
The turtle dragon suppressed the chaotic demon power, got up from the ground, showing a pale expression of horror.
This kid has just broken through the transformation stage, how come his strength soared to such an extent?
With the blow he had just now, he was replaced by a human monk in the early stage of the transformation into a normal God, without relying on magic weapons for defense, it is almost impossible to follow without any damage.
But Shen Lang, the beast, didn't even sacrifice a magic weapon. He was able to repel himself by relying on a weird golden spell, which was really hard for the turtle dragon to accept.
"Magic Domain!"
Seeing the turtle and dragon being knocked down to the ground, Lan Xian'er's beautiful eyes lit up, and she felt a play. She immediately cooperated with Shen Lang and used the magical powers of the illusion.
As soon as the tender voice fell, a large white light flew towards the turtle dragon.
Turtle Dragon was so scared that his scalp was numb, and he immediately shouted at the Heisha Hag and Master Zhikong on the side: "What are you two froze doing there? Come and help me!"
Master Zhikong said "Amitabha Buddha", then raised the Yunmo Zen stick and quickly came to the turtle dragon. Heisha hag followed close behind.