Chapter 919: you lose!

Seeing that the sword light that was divided into three struck towards him, Zhao Gang had to gritted his teeth and set up the sacred long sword in his hand for defense.
Although Shen Lang's sword moves are fast, Zhao Gang still has a holy weapon in his hand. As long as he runs his true energy, his sword speed will speed up to a jaw-dropping level.
"Ding Ding!"
Zhao Gang swiftly swung the sacred sword to defend against Shen Lang's sword moves, but was still scratched by the Qingli sword across his lower abdomen, drawing a long blood mark, and the sword light flew his coat to pieces.
"Tsk!" Shen Lang smacked his lips. If he was more proficient in this trick, Zhao Gang would definitely not be able to defend himself.
Rao was so, Zhao Gang felt a furry in his heart, and he immediately retreated in fright, and distanced himself from Shen Lang.
Fortunately, what he was holding was a holy weapon, otherwise he would definitely not be able to stop Shen Lang's sword.
why! Zhao Gang's face was savage, and he was also in the early stage of Transformation. Why could this kid be so powerful?
He didn't want to admit that he was worse than Shen Lang.
Zhao Gang's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood-colored long sword in his hand was madly infused with true energy, and the saintly weapon long sword let out soft groans, with an astonishing breath.
"drink!"
Zhao Gang shouted violently, and struck Shen Lang with an astonishing sword energy.
With the help of the power of the sacred weapon, Zhao Gang's sword is as powerful as overwhelming, very amazing.
Upon seeing this, all the audience held their breath. Yi Bixue also bit her teeth, cheering Shen Lang silently in her heart.
"Split the stars and seize the moon!"
Shen Lang's eyes are like electricity, holding a blue glass sword, and cutting out a sharp sword light.
The two forces collided.
"boom!"
The explosion sounded everywhere, the ground seemed to be trembling, a strong storm swept all around, and the audience not far from the stage could not open their eyes because of the wind.
Even the blue bricks on the ground of the ring have cracked several layers, making a large area of ​​potholes.
After the dust was cleared, Shen Lang was seen a golden light all over his body, safe and sound.
Zhao Gang panted with a sacred weapon long sword, his clothes shattered, and blood stains all over his body. The whole person was a bit horrible, and blood continued to gush out of his mouth.
The audience was shocked, and everyone couldn't hide their horrified expressions on their faces.
The blow that Zhao Gang sent out with the holy weapon in his hand could not overwhelm Shen Lang's attack?
A trace of surprise flashed in the beautiful eyes of Hua Ziling in the crowd. It was the sword technique! He actually did it? This man is really getting more and more perverted, I really don't know how he cultivated.
The high-levels of the Yi family and Zhao family in the stands were even more silent. With their cultivation base, they can naturally see the difference in strength between Shen Lang and Zhao Gang.
"Okay! It's only a few days, and the nephew has mastered the essence of the thirteen deadly swords. It is a talent of heaven!" Shangguan Long praised, the whole person seemed very happy.
"It is really an honor for the dog to be called by the senior brother." Shen Canghai also laughed. Shen Lang's performance was beyond his expectations, and he underestimated the boy's ability.
"Eh, I'm just telling the truth. At the very beginning, our brothers and sisters learned the Thirteen Swords of Death, but it took more than ten years to learn to achieve something. Shen Lang can learn this level in a few days, Nan The old monster Ning of the sword head Lin might even want to accept him as a disciple." Shangguan Long laughed loudly.
A group of elders of the Yi family showed shocking colors. To be praised by Shangguanlong, one of the top ten masters of Lin Hai Tianshan, Shen Lang's talent is truly against the sky.
At the Zhao family's side, the Zhao family members were also secretly surprised.
Zhao Feng stared at Shen Lang on the ring, his eyes also flickered with a hint of color.
Even he has to admit that Shen Lang is indeed a peerless genius, this kind of person can only be good, not evil.
Today’s incident may have caused the other party to care about it. Zhao Feng pondered that he must apologize to Shen Lang and Shen Canghai.
Zhao Jin's face was very ugly, he didn't expect Shen Lang to be so powerful. The sword light of that blow just now almost reached the level of the strength of a martial artist in the late stage of the transformation.
At the beginning of a transformation, there is such an amazing strength, which is really staggering. Zhao Jin regretted it a little, and he shouldn't provoke such a promising junior for a sacred artifact that is hard to get.
On the ring.
"Cough!"
Zhao Gang coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was earthy. Unbelievable, he is holding the holy artifact, and he is not the opponent of this kid! This seriously frustrated his self-esteem.
Shen Lang had long been determined to hold on to the victory. He could easily take out one of the dragon bird sword and the son dragon tooth dart, and he could easily teach Zhao Gang to be a man, but he wanted to prove to Shen Canghai that he had thirteen deadly swords. He has reached the entry level.
The effect of the Destiny Thirteen Swords was beyond Shen Lang's imagination. Even if he didn't use the sacred artifact, he could defeat Zhao Gang, who was holding the sacred item, with the Destiny Thirteen Swords.
"Chasing the wind month by month!"
In the fourth style of the Destiny Thirteen Swords, Shen Lang held the Qingli sword, shaking towards the sword aura like an arrow, the sword body turned into an afterimage, and the speed reached an incredible realm.
Zhao Gang was shocked and hurriedly dodged. He was still stabbed in his right shoulder, and blood poured out from the wound.
There will be a stream of light sword awn in each of the thirteen deadly swords, piercing into the flesh and blood, the sword awn can instantly crush the arteries and veins, and the wound is difficult to heal.
Shen Lang finally realized the powerful advantages of the Thirteen Deadly Swords. Such a fierce sword move is hard to defend against. If you can practice using a sword like hand, the power of sword skills is indeed greater than the power of exercises such as Qishangquan. Many out.
"Give up, although you have a holy weapon, but the speed of your sword is too slow, it is not my opponent." Shen Lang glanced at Zhao Gang and said nonchalantly.
"Dreaming, I haven't lost yet!" Zhao Gang was furious, and Shen Lang instantly aroused his anger.
Zhao Gang raised the scarlet sword and stabs Shen Lang frantically.
"Then don't blame me for being polite."
Shen Lang snorted, his eyes condensed, and the long sword in his hand immediately turned into a phantom, and he attacked Zhao Gang.
Zhao Gang gritted his teeth and had to cleave wildly with his sword.
"Ding Ding Ding!"
The sword light was everywhere, and the two long swords fought together.
Shen Lang frowned, he was worthy of a sacred weapon, he did not dare to use the front of the Qingli Sword to hack with a hard anti-blood sword, otherwise the Qingli Sword would be broken by the sacred weapon.
However, the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Death is offense. In the offense, the opponent's offense is suppressed, and this is the reason why it is not broken quickly.
"The light fades away!"
The long sword in Shen Lang's hand was getting faster and faster, and he couldn't catch a trace at all. Zhao Gang backed away again and again.
In the eyes of the audience, the long sword in Shen Lang's hand was like a stream of light, dazzling, and could not see the reality.
The passing of light is the fastest of the thirteen deadly swords. Every blow can spur the light of the sword. This move is most suitable for quickly suppressing the enemy.
But in this style, Shen Lang only learned a little bit of fur. He didn't have enough internal strength to shed light and sword light, but he could use sword speed instead.
The Qingli Sword was getting faster and faster, and Zhao Gang couldn't even resist it, hitting the sword one after another throughout his body. Every time you take a step back, your body will hit a sword.
In less than ten seconds, Zhao Gang was full of blood, and there were a lot of tiny blood holes in his upper body. The blood stained his clothes red, and the blood spilled all over the floor.
"Ding!"
Shen Lang seized Zhao Gang's flaw, put a sword on his neck, and said blankly: "You have lost."