Compared with Duanmu Zongmin, who is full of style, Chen Lang is much more low-key.

In front of everyone's eyes, this cargo has his hands behind his back, walks up the stairs in a leisurely manner, and after standing, he stretches out one hand and makes a gesture of please.

Duanmu Zongmin didn't talk nonsense, he was running his internal breath, and the qi machine instantly climbed to the top, and his right palm, which was hidden in the sleeve of his robe, was suddenly covered with a layer of rich blood, and he stepped out in one step, jumped three feet horizontally, and slapped Chen Lang's chest with one palm.

Chen Lang didn't dodge or dodge, he didn't move like a mountain, and slammed his fist into Duanmu Zongmin's palm.

The two majestic qi machines collided, with the two of them as the center of the circle, and the wind suddenly rose, blowing the faces of the surrounding disciples as painful as a knife.

The disciples hurriedly took ten steps back, in case they were shocked by the aftermath of the two of them's qi.

Holding each other with one fist and one palm for five seconds, the corners of Chen Lang's mouth were slightly upturned, his arm shook, Duanmu Zongmin let out a muffled sound, and he took three steps back in a row.

This scene directly shocked everyone in the audience.

Who would have thought that this young man, who is also in his early twenties, has a deep internal strength, and he actually surpasses Duanmu Zongmin, who has always boasted of his extraordinary internal strength.

You must know that although Chen Lang was famous before, what he showed was only the way of the Danjing Fu Seal, and as for the realm of personal cultivation, he was not visible in the world, and everyone knew nothing about his true cultivation.

Here, Duanmu Zongmin suffered a dark loss as soon as he started, and he couldn't help but be angry, so he simply stopped tempting, turned his palms over, and the blood light around his body flashed, unfolding his body, controlling stillness with movement, and fighting slowly with speed, countless blood-colored palm shadows overwhelmingly covered Chen Lang.

"It turned out to be the long-lost Blood Shadow Divine Palm of the Demon Sect, no wonder Yanlong classified you among the evil demons."

Chen Lang sneered, made a mistake under his feet, and unfolded the Holy Rank Body Law Dragon Tour Eight Desolations, his body wandered away like a ghost, and the remnants of the Dao Dao immediately overlapped and flashed.

Duanmu Zongmin took a breath and slapped hundreds of palms with his hands as fast as lightning, but the afterimages were smashed a lot, but none of them hit the entity, and the blood shadow divine palms that seemed to have an amazing momentum were all easily dodged by Chen Lang with his body technique.

He was shocked to find that with his own body, he couldn't catch up with Chen Lang's speed at all, if he continued to consume it like this, even if he ran out of qi and died alive, he wouldn't want to hurt Chen Lang in the slightest.

As soon as he thought of this, Duanmu Zongmin stopped at his feet and said angrily: "Your body is good, the old man will see how long you have been able to escape!" ”

"Here comes the knife!"

With that, Duanmu Zongmin's five fingers turned into claws, and with a volley of grabbing, a simple long knife of a woman in red with a diagonal back flew out of the sheath and into his palm in an instant.

The knife is three feet and two inches long, with a black handle and a bloody blade, runes all over, and the whole body is red, and the murderous aura is compelling, making people dare not look at it directly.

Heavenly Rank Inferior Divine Soldier - Blood Drinking Crazy Knife!

Seeing that Duanmu Zongmin used the Blood Drinking Crazy Knife, which was known as one of the three major magic knives in the world, the morale of his disciples soared and they shouted one after another.

"The master is mighty!"

"Sit back and wait for the head of the master to slash this madman with a sword."

Chen Lang was very surprised, according to Yanlong's information, Duanmu Zongmin didn't seem to be a member of the Demon Sect, and how the exercises and weapons he cultivated were all related to the Demon Sect.

However, I am afraid that I am not afraid anymore.

No matter how famous the Blood Drinking Crazy Knife is, no matter how famous it is, it is just a psychic magic knife created by a famous knife caster, and it is still slightly inferior to the natal divine weapon that fits the way of heaven.

"Play with me, then play with you!"

Chen Lang smiled coldly, the black qi around his body suddenly churned, and the primeval No. 1 fierce sword was born outright.

At the same time, Chen Lang's restrained and powerful qi was also released.

"Natal Divine Soldier?! The pinnacle of the Nine Grades of the Ground Rank?! ”

Duanmu Zongmin's eyes were straight, and those gloomy eyes had fear for the first time.

"Scared? Now give up the knife and admit defeat, I can spare you from dying, I said before that I will accept you as a miscellaneous servant and still count, provided that your cultivation is abolished. ”

"You fanatic......"

Without waiting for Duanmu Zongmin to scold his mother, Chen Lang turned defense into offense, stacked his hands on the hilt of the sword, and pressed it lightly, and the blade of the sword sank into the ground three inches.

"Now!" There is no mistake

In the next second, the light flickered, and the air currents on the entire high platform rushed like thunder, instantly transforming into a Dao Dao Fierce Qi Sword hanging upside down in the air.

Under the high platform, the disciples of the Canghai Sect looked at this terrifying sword pool that appeared out of thin air with strong sword intent, and the cheering stopped abruptly.

Even Lu Yujin's expression changed, and his heart trembled slightly.

She had heard Lu Xiongtu and Mu Hongli say that Chen Lang was very strong, but she didn't expect Chen Lang to be so desperate.

"Sword Formation?!"

Duanmu Zongmin's color changed in shock, and he hurriedly urged the qi machine with all his might, condensing a protective body qi shield that was rapidly rotating around his body.

Chen Lang pulled the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and said softly: "Fall!" ”

Woohoo!

The dense sound of breaking the air came one after another, and the shape of the air sword that could be called covering the sky and the sun was like pouring heavy rain, and it flew down majestically.

This was followed by a series of popping sounds, and a side of bread wrapped around Duanmu Zongmin's body protection qi shield was only supported for two seconds before it was pierced and shattered.

Duanmu Zongmin was angry and frightened, like a mad tiger's dancing blood-drinking mad knife, slashing at the air sword that shot in the air.

It's a pity that the air sword came too quickly, and Rao is Duanmu Zongmin had already struggled to dance a blood-colored match, shattering countless qi swords, and finally was pierced through the calf and shoulder by the two swords.

"Convinced?" Chen Lang looked at the bleeding and embarrassed Duanmu Zongmin and sneered.

"I obey your ancestors!"

Duanmu Zongmin still took care of the demeanor of an immortal, and scolded angrily on the spot.

"If you don't accept it, then it's better to die!"

The words fell, and the sword of the Absolute Sword sank into the ground three inches again, and the sword pool that had just dissipated regathered and hung in the air on the high platform.

"Still coming?!"

The audience was shocked.

Theoretically, this kind of terrifying sword array must have consumed a huge amount of Dantian Qihai's Qi Machine, and it is impossible to last long, let alone use it continuously, unless Chen Lang's internal Qi Formation is already deep to an unbelievable level.

"You want to suppress the old man with this trick, dream!" Duanmu Zong gritted his teeth sensitively, and suddenly turned his head to look at the eight women in red in the audience.

"Then let you see the old man's happy Buddha!"

When the eight women in red heard this, their delicate bodies couldn't help but tremble, and their expressions were frightened, but none of them dared to turn around and run away.

The next moment, Duanmu Zongmin's childlike face suddenly changed color strangely, half golden, half blushing.

He clenched his hands into claws and grabbed the stage in the air.

At that moment, the faces of the two red-clothed women who were caught by him in the air showed a complicated look on their faces, including the fear of facing death and the relief of finally being liberated.

"Dry blood gives birth to Buddha!"

Duanmu Zongmin roared, grabbed the top of the heads of the two red-clothed women with his claws, and pressed them hard.

The two strands of rich blood qi almost turned into substance, and frantically surged from the Baihui point above the head of the woman in red to Duanmu Zongmin's palm.

This strange scene surprised Chen Lang, he didn't have time to react at all, and the two women in red died violently in an instant.

"Haha, the seventh rank of the ground level, who told you that the old man is just a seventh rank of the ground rank?! Just a sword formation, what a way! ”

Duanmu Zongmin smiled wildly, and all of them slammed into the sword pool that hung upside down in the air on the high platform.

Chen Lang glanced at the blood-golden fist attached to Duanmu Zongmin's fist, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

King Kong Tribulation Power!