Shen Luo's steps flashed, a shadow of the moon flickered, and his figure disappeared from the original place in an instant. Suddenly, he appeared behind the silver-armored heavenly soldier.
The latter also reacted very quickly. His waist remained motionless, but the spear in his hand made a whistling sound like a dragon's roar. His upper body suddenly twisted, and the spear tip suddenly stabbed back. It was an extremely beautiful counterattack.
A snow-white vortex suddenly appeared on the tip of the gun, with a chilling chill in it that rushed straight to Shen Luo's heart.
Shen Luo rushed forward so quickly that it was too late for him to dodge. He could only shout loudly and use the Huangting Sutra with all his might. The power of the four dragons and four elephants was added to his body. He retracted the hand that was waving the whip, and the other hand turned into a huge dragon claw and grabbed the tip of the gun.
There was a sharp sound of "clang".
The silver spear suddenly pierced into the palm of Dragon Claw. The vortex at the tip of the spear spun violently. An extremely powerful twisting force emanated from it, carrying bursts of extremely penetrating cold air, and attacked Shen Luo.
There was a "cracking" sound from Shen Luo's arm, and a layer of snow-white ice crystals spread out from the center of his claws, quickly freezing his entire arm. Waves of bone-chilling coldness continued to seep into his marrow.
"Although I have advanced to the Soul Condensation Stage, my lifespan is still pitifully short compared to cultivators of the same level. I can't fall down so easily again." Shen Luo said secretly in his heart.
While he was thinking, twenty magic veins in his body lit up at the same time, and an extremely powerful wave of magic power surged out. His dragon claw arms also vibrated violently, and bursts of light penetrated his body, shattering all the ice.
Shen Luo rushed forward with his dragon claws, grabbed the silver spear, and pulled it violently. The silver-armored heavenly soldier was pulled in front of him. With his other hand, he tightly grasped the Liu Chen whip and immediately smashed it down on the head.
Seeing that he couldn't pull back the spear, the silver-armored heavenly soldier had to loosen his hands and crossed his arms to block above his head.
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
The black light on the Liu Chen whip exploded, and the arms of the silver-armored heavenly soldier were broken, his head was smashed to pieces, and his body gradually dissipated. Only a white light shot out from it and flew into Shen Luo's body.
Shen Luo felt the white light merging into his soul, and before he could take a closer look, he had already returned to the golden palace.
At this moment, he had already put away the power of the dragon and elephant, and looked down at his left hand. He saw a red bruise on his arm under his sleeve, and there were actually wisps of cold air swirling in it that had not dissipated.
"My life is precious now. I have to be more careful in the next battle. Even though my cultivation has increased dramatically now, I still lack combat experience." Shen Luo recalled the sudden attack from the heavenly soldier just now, and thought secretly with some lingering fear.
At this moment, not far in front of him, the golden pagoda in the hand of the golden-armored general glowed, and another golden pill shot out and flew towards him.
Shen Luo caught the golden elixir, thought to himself, and turned to leave the hall.
When he came out of the hall, he looked down but couldn't see Ao Hong, so he went back to the steps and sat down, threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.
After a period of practice, the remaining coldness on Shen Luo's arm was dispelled, and the magic power in his body increased a little. However, the bottleneck of the late Mahayana period lay there, and it seemed that there was still a long way to go before a breakthrough.