One body after another, flying from all directions, flying into the sky, leaping like the wind, swords and swords shadows, brushing Qin Lang's body, it is impossible to touch.
Qin Lang stood proudly, without even moving a foot, but was able to firmly grasp the opponent's flaw and hit it with a single blow.
His fist contains the might of thunder, hitting these juniors, the pain cannot be ignored, it is definitely painful.
"Puff..."
Another junior flew out dozens of feet and fell to the ground, dizzy and blurred.
A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was immediately discouraged, and the moment he clenched his fist, he passed out completely.
Luo Xingchen sighed with emotion and murmured: "Who has never been young, has a strong spirit, and would rather die than surrender.
A truly powerful person can fall without giving up.
This is the good man in our Heavenly Desolate Palace. They are less wordy. If one doesn't work, just ten. If ten doesn't work, just one hundred.
If you don't push yourself to a desperate situation, you don't know how big your potential is. "
Li Dong nodded, agreeing very much. The children of Tianhuang Palace are no better than the outside imperial powers, but they go forward bravely and never retreat.
Only with the strength of reluctance to admit defeat, will he be reborn, and after the scars, he will succeed.
After a great battle, the dozens of people who besieged Qin Lang had fallen to the ground.
Thousands of teenagers were left, frightened, and looked at Qin Lang in amazement, with horror in his heart.
"Is this guy's body beaten with iron?"
"No, he is also very quick to react. We are indeed inferior to him."
"Oh... God didn't give me a good talent, otherwise..."
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All sorts of discussions were rushing, and I was slightly depressed. Although he was not convinced, he still had to admit that Qin Lang was not just talking about it. He was able to say this kind of things, and he really had this kind of foundation.
Li Dong exclaimed: "Qin Lang's talent is amazing. I think his power is comparable to the spiritual image realm. The spiritual image realm, the totem increase power, and his own talent skills, he is so powerful now. It is really worthwhile to condense the totem in the future. look forward to!"
"Who else! I just beat and disabled two people, and now you are asking for trouble, and you have become dozens. If you continue to fight, I promise, how many, how many abuses, I trample on you with one foot, this If you have some strength, don't think about standing proud of the world, so you can't beat the situation, just find a piece of tofu and kill it!"
Qin Lang couldn't help laughing, his eyes were cold and his heart was cruel.
Probably the one who is close to Zhu is red and black is close to ink. His character has become a little cold, except for the people he recognizes, loved ones, and other people, the king of heaven and Laozi is dead, what is his shit
"Now, what should I do?"
Many people look at me, I look at you, a little hesitant.
"Be calm, calm, he is only twelve years old and we are all older than him. It is too embarrassing to lose and can't lose!"
"Teenagers, make formations!"
Eight wastes and six fusions, all seas rise, the seven-star step is on the foot, and the sword is on the five-element wheel! Step by step is like the sky, and every inch is like a fright.
Eighteen people, all of them in a perfect state of agility, arranged a human formation, and eighteen people were all sword repairers.
The swords of different lengths are dazzling, some are like dragon's eyes, some are like snake eyes, their steps are continuous and unpredictable.
"Heh! It's interesting to change the tactics..."
Qin Lang was unarmed, composed, his eyes closed, and he didn't care at all.
"Sword knot ends, step by step! Qi can shock the wind, strength can pull the mountain!"
Seven-star sword formation, able to step on the seven-star momentum, Tianxuan Tianshu, greedy wolves to break the army!
Eighteen people formed a vast and boundless formation, able to resist the spiritual picture, even if they were experienced and veteran, they would suffer.
In front of Qin Lang, a phantom trace was formed, a sword flew across his eyebrows, Qin Lang moved away, and his palm shot out a thunder flower, thunder petals, like a lotus flower, a lotus grows with a thought, the lotus is very upright Punish all evil.
Thunder Lotus slammed into this sword, and the sword swiftly passed around behind him, almost passing him through his chest when he couldn't react.
Qin Lang was like a phantom, looming, the sword pierced his transparent fake body, but the real body lifted the sword and slammed into it.
"Nine steps of wind and thunder, every step is sorrow!"
"Boom... boom boom boom..."
He succeeded in one fell swoop, picked up three or five people, broke the sword formation, and the formation fell apart.
"The weapon was finally revealed, and even the Seven Star Sword Array was broken!"
Li Dong couldn't help sighing.
"Feng Lei Nine Steps? The profound steps, if I had not mastered the way of flowing light, I would also like to learn."
Up to this point, these agile realms can defeat Qin Lang, but they have not yet been born, and there is no chance of even hurting him.
Eighteen swordsmen were hit on the ground again, looking at Qin Lang in shock, feeling weak and unable to lift their heads.
"Ahem... Are we really that weak?"
Everyone, ask yourself, feel that their cultivation seems to be in vain.
"Qin Lang is too advanced. There are many profound martial arts, which shouldn't have been learned at his age. Brother Chen, how come the orphans you brought back are so powerful and shocking!"
Li Dong touched his nose and looked at Luo Xingchen strangely. Luo Xingchen said: "No one is bad, Qin Lang has superior blood, blood, and can improve his comprehension. He also has a lot of opportunities under the big tree to enjoy the cold.
These juniors of ours are not very strong inborn. Some of them even come from ordinary people. If they don't beat and beat well, people will fall. "
Li Dong was quite shocked. If there are more and more evildoers in the Heavenly Desolate Palace, as long as it does not die, the future Heavenly Desolate Palace should be able to shake the pattern of the spiritual world and scare a group of people!
"Who else?"
Qin Lang grinned, slightly wicked, arrogant and domineering, but he was helpless.
"Oh... let me do it."
At this time, a shaggy and dirty young man in the crowd, biting his head, swaying, his eyelids drooping, and he seemed tired and unable to open his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he walked.
"Um... I only slept for two nights, no more..."
"Desperate Saburo!"
In the eyes of many teenagers, faith rekindled.
This guy is not very talented, but he is notoriously fought hard.
As long as you are entangled by him, it happens to respond to the saying: horizontally afraid of being stunned, and stunned for fear of death.
There is definitely a violence factor in his mind.
Qin Lang seriously looked at this unkempt and scruffy boy, and he was also in perfect agility.
He should be thirteen years old, and his skeletal physique has just begun.
However, he could feel an aura from the opponent's body, like a tiger lying on the ground, a dragon sleeping on the mountain.
"Finally there is something that makes sense."
The Haori sword in Qin Lang's hand has never been unblocked, and it is still a psychic treasure.
"Sword repair, very good, sword is the king of weapons, I am also a sword repairer, haha... oo..."
He lazily took out a telescopic sword from behind, which was also a psychic weapon.
There is a trace of aura in the sword, which can enhance the sharpness and power of the sword.
It can communicate the aura of heaven and earth, turn it into use, a psychic treasure, hence its name, the spiritual map state holds the psychic treasure and stabilizes the warrior of the same realm.
"Thunder Sword!"
Qin Lang shouted violently, his body moved violently like a thunderstorm, a sword carried an electric current, and it struck the scruffy boy's Tianling cover, thunder light flung out, the earth fission, and many cracks appeared.
I saw that the scruffy boy shook his body and lay directly on the ground, hitting him several times in a row.
The seemingly inconspicuous, but still speechless action, calmly avoided the power of this sword, and deeper rifts gushing out of the ground. This power made the other teenagers dumbfounded.
"Huh... 齁..."
"Sleep?" Qin Lang glanced at the sloppy boy on the ground with shame, and was sleeping in front of him in the battle!
"Sleeping dream swordsmanship!"
Luo Xingchen thought of the Heavenly Desolate Palace, and there were a few volumes of Spirit Art that were difficult to cultivate, which were listed as the treasures of the town hall.
Among them, there is a sword technique called Sleeping Dream sword technique.
Fighting opponents in sleep, like waking up but not awake, like sleeping but not sleeping, unpredictable, calmly coping.
"Unexpectedly, this kid actually learned the Sword Art of Sleeping Dream! Isn't he very hardworking?"
"Therefore, people should not be in appearance."
As soon as Qin Lang saw the scruffy boy lying down, he easily dodged his thunderous moves, his face turned black.
"Your grandma's!"
Qin Lang swept through the wind and thunder nine steps, one step at a time, and the gust of wind howled, enveloping the power of thunder, split the earth, and it came in an instant.
"Get me up!"
Qin Lang put up a sword, a thunder dragon, which was about to penetrate the body of the scruffy boy.
"Jun." The scruffy young man raised his sword and hit it. It condensed into a hurricane, shifted its shape and position, moved Qin Lang's moves to the opposite direction, and flew away.
He rolled over, lowered his arms, and continued to fall asleep.
Qin Lang's head was full, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Your sister—"
"Hey, is this guy lazy? He works hard on weekdays. Why does it seem to change tactics today?"
Many teenagers who walked with him were very puzzled.
"It's amazing! We have no strength to fight back, he can even hide from sleep!"
And Qin Lang tried several more times, and each time he was easily avoided or swept back by the sloppy boy with an inconspicuous movement.
He was sweating profusely and was almost crazy!
"Ahhh! You get up! Get up—"
Qin Lang roared angrily, and behind him there was a vague afterimage of a totem, which became clearer and clearer, and the visions of heaven and earth rolled, seeming to break through the spiritual map realm and condense the totem of life.
However, Qin Lang held his fist calmly, and forced him down. Obviously, he didn't want to advance here. The promotion would consume a lot and be distracted. He didn't want to fail. If he failed, he would be embarrassed.
However, there was only a short afterimage of Leilian, which quickly increased his speed and power, blooming everywhere, the virtual image of Leilian, born in the chaos, only the Thunder Demon clan, there is the afterimage of Leilian, for people to visualize, only Only those who have an affinity for Lei Lian above 90% can realize the martial arts in Lei Lian's virtual image.
In a sense, if Lei Lian really exists, it should be stronger than the nine spirit thunders combined!
Back then, the Lei Emperor swept across all directions, with two Thunder Lotuses in his left and right hands, and nine spirit thunders in his body.
These energy ripples splashed on the sloppy boy. The sloppy boy opened his eyes, and an aggressive beam of light burst into his eyes, piercing the sky and cutting through the sky!
I feel like a dream! The world is wild! "
"boom!"
A huge flood beast appeared in front of Qin Lang. He couldn't distinguish between the false and the real. All he knew was that this beast was too strong, and it was a horrible beast!
"Boom!"
Standing in the flood, the beast roared and dashed. The four hoofs overturned the huge waves. A huge force drove Qin Lang with a sword and knocked out hundreds of feet, making the sound of beans exploding...