Chen Lang's injuries were too serious, and the excessive blood loss also brought a sense of dizziness. Even if Chen Lang is a cultivator, he can't hold on for too long, and if this situation continues, sooner or later he will be captured back to Xuanbing Palace by the disciples who are desperately chasing him.

Chen Lang couldn't help frowning, if he had a spirit stone on his body, he could strengthen the Ice Pick Technique into a more powerful spell, and he would be able to fight hard against the disciples who had only cultivated the basic spells.

However, he did not have any spirit stones on his body.

Chen Lang gritted his teeth hatefully, spread out his left hand that did not grasp the sword, and there was a cracked verdant scale in the palm of his palm. Although this magic weapon was damaged, it was still able to urge, hoping that the power displayed by the jade scales would make the disciples retreat.

However, Chen Lang knew very well that this was his wishful thinking, and the end of returning empty-handed would be very miserable, and in order to save their lives, these disciples would do whatever it took to save their lives.

They have no choice.

It's a pity that if Chen Lang can be given a few days, he will be able to erase the divine sense that Xu Tian left on the flying sword and take it for himself. With a weird flying sword, as long as it is not Xu Tian in person, what are you afraid of chasing?

In an instant, how many of the disciples of the Xuanbing Palace can escape?

Chen Lang just thought about it, if he really asked him to erase the divine consciousness on the flying sword, whether he could urge the flying sword or not was a matter of two words, after all, it was Xu Tian's natal flying sword, and the mana that needed to be consumed was extremely huge, Chen Lang felt that he was ...... Suspend!

Jade scales are the only ones to rely on.

Chen Lang silently clenched the magic weapon in his hand, and looked around, he needed to find a hidden place to sneak attack the disciples who were chasing him. In addition, he also had to test the limit distance of the jade scales before the pursuers arrived.

......

The dozens of disciples who were chasing after each other were led by Elder Chen Cang, who was thrown away by Chen Lang and suddenly found that the blood on the ground had disappeared, and they took a step back with hesitation, their eyes shooting everywhere, and in the empty world, the smell of danger was brewing.

With a whoosh, a green light shot out of the snow, straight to the center of a disciple's eyebrows, and instantly pierced through, and the disciple fell to the ground with a frightened face, and after a few convulsions, he stopped moving.

Chen Cang's pupils suddenly constricted, and suddenly he heard the exclamations of his disciples again, and the green light killed three people in a row, followed by it, and disappeared into the snow.

Where are the people?

paid for the casualties, but there was no trace of Chen Lang, Chen Cang's eyes flashed with a fierce light, staring at a certain place, he remembered that the jade scales flew out from there.

"All the disciples listen to the order!"

With Chen Cang's order, countless ice picks poured down on the earth like a storm, like a storm coming, a violent storm and snow within a hundred zhang, and dozens of disciples' body protection qi melted together, forming a huge protective shield to resist the fierce shock wave.

When the storm gradually subsided, Chen Cang had to brush his beard, a little miscellaneous disciple in the Qi refining period, he could be unharmed in the attack just now, he didn't believe it. Even if you are lucky enough to die, you are too injured to move, right?

"Search!"

Chen Cang's face sank suddenly, and all the disciples dispersed to protect their bodies and took action. Suddenly, the green light that had disappeared before reappeared in their field of vision, shooting towards Chen Cang with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Chen Cang didn't laugh back, his palm turned over, and there was a black hill in his palm.

"Boy, if you can survive the attack just now, you are considered capable, but you think that only you have the magic weapon?"

The hill was thrown out, skyrocketing to the size of dozens of zhang, and the black light on the surface flowed, and it was absolutely extraordinary at a glance, not comparable to the jade scales.

Could it be a medium-grade magic weapon?

Chen Langyao, who was hiding in the snow, pointed at the green light, swallowed a mouthful of blood that gushed up his throat, and the green light of the jade scales was magnificent, and the volume soared, wrapping towards the black peak.

A look of disdain appeared in Chen Cang's eyes, and his palm slapped forward in the air, and the black mountain peak turned into a black light and slammed into the jade scales.

With a loud bang, the jade scales were directly smashed to pieces, and countless green light the size of rice grains wandered in the air, and soon disappeared.

The black mountain peak spun around and shrunk back into Chen Cang's hands, the elder of the Gong Transmission blushed slightly, and laughed: "Boy, the jade scales you got from Luo Gang's hands are your last reliance, right?

After saying that, Chen Cang's eyes suddenly became cold to the bone, and he said coldly: "Just tie your hands, I can make you less painful!"

"Do you think I'm crazy, or am I stupid?"

Hearing the sound, Chen Cang immediately threw the hill out, but this time, the size of the hill was much smaller, only a few zhang in size. Obviously, it is a bit difficult to use Chen Cang's current realm to urge the medium-grade magic weapon.

The hill smashed down hard, Chen Lang suddenly broke through the snow, rushed towards Chen Cang, and fought back, he burst out with a speed beyond the limit, and rushed out of the attack range of the hill.

Chen Cang was taken aback, but quickly calmed down, how could he beat him down with his fists and feet?

I'm afraid that even his body protection qi can't be broken.

As long as he bears Chen Lang's blow and recalls the magic weapon, he can make Chen Lang survive and not die.

"Boy, the reason why an immortal master is an immortal master is because he is out of the realm of mortals, and as a cultivator, you are still ...... like a mortal."

Chen Cang's voice was suddenly frozen, his head left his neck and flew high in the air, with a mocking smile on his face.

He didn't expect that Chen Lang would swing the flying sword like a sword, and instantly broke his body protection and cut off his head.

Without Chen Cang's urging, the black mountain flashed, quickly shrunk and smashed to the ground.

Medium-grade magic weapon!

Chen Lang's eyes were hot, and with a slight move of his hand, the small mountain flew straight towards him and entered his sleeve.

The crisis has not been completely resolved, and the surrounding disciples are still eyeing each other, and they are equally greedy for the medium-grade magic weapon that Chen Lang has just acquired.

Chen Lang, who was pale, pursed his lips, he felt more and more that the world was spinning, and there was not much mana left in his body, and he couldn't urge the black mountain in his sleeve at all.

Chen Lang didn't move, and the disciples didn't make any movement, they were like a group of extremely patient jackals, waiting for their prey to reveal their fatal flaws.

"No, we can't drag it out any longer......" Chen Langqiang cheered up, and was about to fight to the death, when he suddenly heard the croaking of frogs and the shaking of the earth.

Don't......

Rumble!

A body the size of a calf suddenly landed in front of Chen Lang, Chen Lang stood unsteadily, and sat down on the ground.

This ice toad was covered in scars, and it had lost one of its right eyes, and its head slowly approached Chen Lang, as if it was recognizing something.

Chen Lang was also looking at this cold ice toad, seeing that most of the scars on its body were fresh, and it didn't look like traces of fighting with demon beasts, could it be the female cold ice toad that escaped from Luo Gang's hands?

Was he also attracted by the pure cold qi he released?

Or the sound of the fight?