Chapter 2438: I won!

"boom!!!"
There was a loud noise, the sword shadow space and the black tornado collided, and the dark light and the black light were intertwined, rendering the entire sky into a gloomy color.
Shen Lang urged Hun Yuan in his dantian, and a white mask suddenly condensed on the surface of his body, resisting the impact, unscathed.
A layer of black wind surrounded the whole body of the Fenggui Wang, backed by a kilometer, and also blocked the impact of the explosion.
"Die to me!"
Feng Yaotian's anger continued, and instead he launched a spirit attack, a black beam of light spouted out of his mouth, and the lightning and flint shot towards Shen Lang.
"Buzz!"
Shen Lang continued to hold the Hun Yuan alive, the white light lingering around his body dissolved the black beam of light, as if a raging fire encountered heavy water, Feng Yaotian's soul attack failed to shake Shen Lang even.
The demons in the main hall of the Meiling Clan watched the duel between Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian in the sky, and they couldn't help being dumbfounded.
It turned out that almost all the cultivators felt that Shen Lang was absolutely impossible to be Feng Yaotian's opponent, and would lose out in most of the moment.
But the facts make them unbelievable. A mere cultivator in the early stage of the integration could have such a terrifying ability, and resist the wind in the early days of the Mahayana.
The young masters of the Kyushu imperial clan were shocked.
"Damn, it's a wicked one, only a few days later, this kid is actually even more powerful!"
Tianyou looked so gloomy and cursed in his heart.
"Sure enough."
A faint brilliance appeared in Fu'er's beautiful eyes, and she had expected Shen Lang's strength to rise sharply.
After all, with five wearable magic weapons of mixed yuan, the attack of the monks in the early Mahayana period could hardly break Shen Lang's defense.
With such a strong defense force, coupled with a decent attack, Shen Lang can almost be invincible!
Leng Wushuang, who was originally very contemptuous of Shen Lang, looked slightly moved after seeing this scene.
Over the main hall of the Meiling Race.
"Damn chopsticks!"
Seeing that neither of his two destiny magical powers could break this kid's defenses, Feng Yaotian became angry and frustrated. He swiped a fist and smashed towards Shen Lang in an overwhelming manner. His fist carried the fierce wind, causing the space to collapse and collapse. .
Shen Lang's heart shuddered. The Nine Nether Sword Array he was currently using could not make the Nine Stars Sword run as he wanted. After a hit, it would take a certain amount of time to gather momentum to launch a second attack.
Feng Gui Wang Shi struck with a shocking fist, and Shen Lang was too late to activate the Jiuyou Sword Formation again, and he turned his hand to sacrifice the Hunyuan Golden Sword.
"Sky Star Slash!"
The golden straight line slashed out in front of him, with more than thirty lines.
"boom!"
All the straight lines exploded at the same time, like more than 30 waterfalls rushing out of rapids at the same time, countless swords and shadows collided and intertwined to shred the space, and hit the wind ghost king's right fist with the backflow of the river.
"Boom!!!"
The thunderous right fist of the Wind Ghost King was resisted by the sword shadows from all directions from the west. After being hit by the dense sword shadows, the black storm on the body was washed away, and the entire right arm was already and horrible.
Even so, a punch from the Wind Ghost King's rage also hit Shen Lang.
"Boom!!!"
There was a muffled bursting sound, and Shen Lang was shocked to fly far away, stabilized his figure in mid-air, his whole body surged and he was barely injured.
The light mass formed by the Hunyuan Qi on the body surface was smashed into thin pieces with a punch. Shen Lang promptly used the Hunyuan Yiqi source in his dantian to supplement the consumption of Hunyuan Yiqi.
Although Shen Lang possesses the original power of Hunyuan Yiqi, the Hunyuan Yiqi that he can release is still limited. Once consumed, he must go through more than a month of warmth before he can condense Hunyuan Yiqi again in his body.
"Eclipse collision!"
Shen Lang used the nine changes of the bleeding spirit, transformed into the form of the red-eyed bull devil, and directly released the big move!
The fiery red bull was enveloped by the Nine Fire God Cinders, and hit the huge Fenggui King with the force of the sky and the earth.
"Void Storm!"
Feng Yaotian was shocked and uttered a void storm, trying to repel the impact of the Red Eyed Bull Demon King.
"Nine You Sword Formation, break!"
Shen Lang recalled the nine swords of the sky star. The nine flying swords of different colors shredded the space in front of him to form a space of sword shadows. The dense sword shadows in the space rolled endlessly, like a stormy sea, toward the king of wind ghosts. Overwhelmed.
Another explosion sounded through the clouds. Although the sword shadow space formed by the Nine Nether Sword Array could not hurt the Wind Ghost King, it resolved the void storm of the Wind Ghost King.
Immediately after.
"Boom!!!"
The Wind Ghost King couldn't dodge, and was sturdyly hit by the eclipse collision of the Red Eyed Bull Demon King.
"Puff!"
The horns of the fiery red bull pierced into the chest and abdomen of Fenggui Wang, poke two huge blood holes, and blood splashed.
The King of Wind Ghost opened his mouth so that he was bloody, and his huge body was knocked out by the bull, like a broken kite falling from the sky, and finally fell to the outside of the hall of the Meiling Race with a "bang".
"This……"
The monks who watched the battle in the hall took a deep breath of cold air, and their faces were horrified. They never expected the result to be like this.
The young master of the Fenggui clan in the early Mahayana period would be defeated by an unknown early merged monk? Still being abused!
Except that Feng Gui Wang's punch slightly shook Shen Lang, Feng Yaotian did not have any means to injure Shen Lang after the entire battle.
It's not that I can't believe that I have seen it with my own eyes. The difference in cultivation base between the two sides is so large that Shen Lang can actually win the battle. This strength... is simply shocking!
"Husband...husband?"
Feng Qingyue was struck by lightning, completely standing there.
Shen Lang transformed back into his body, descended from the sky, and fell outside the hall, with an indifferent expression: "I have given up to Master Feng, I won this duel!"
Feng Yaotian, who was seriously injured, changed back to his appearance after transformation. He fell into a pool of blood, his forehead violently violently, and his heart was filled with extreme humiliation and unwillingness!
No matter how angry he is, he understands at this moment that dragging this injured body against this kid will only lead to a dead end.
"Husband!"
Feng Qingyue hurriedly ran out of the hall and helped Feng Yaotian up.
"roll!"
Feng Yaotian slapped his backhand, slapped heavily on Feng Qingyue's face.
With a crisp sound, Feng Qingyue fell to the ground, bleeding from the corners of her mouth and tears on her face, feeling aggrieved.
There was an uproar in the hall.
Feng Yaotian felt a fierce pain on his face, and today he was actually lost to Shen Lang, the choppy of the initial stage of the fit, and he felt that he could no longer lift his head.
"Nephew Yaotian, take this healing pill and go back to heal your wounds."
The sleeves of Emperor Hongfeng rolled up, and a golden pill flew out of the hall, floating in front of Feng Yaotian.
Feng Yaotian gritted his teeth and took the pill, suppressing the strong humiliation in his heart, and squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, Emperor Hongfeng, for giving me the medicine!"
After speaking, Feng Yaotian no longer had the face to stay here, dragging his wounded body into the air, and flew away from the main hall of the Meiling Race.
"Husband, wait for me."
Feng Qingyue felt anxious and immediately followed Feng Yaotian.