Invincible Bloodline

In the four stands, the group of fangirls who had been suppressed for a long time, Shen Lang and the other fangirls, were completely stirred up. They shouted loudly, Trash, you see it, right? Shen Lang and Senior Brother were invincible and the strongest. What scholar's sword was nothing to them, Shen Lang and Senior Brother.    

. . .    

"Yang. . . Yang Brothers, could it be that. . . This Shen Lang really. . . Really has the ability to challenge Chi Jiuxiao and Senior Brother?" Fatty Zhu swallowed his saliva with some difficulty. The thoughts in his heart were slightly shaken. If even the scholar Tang Shuhao, Senior Brother, did not have the qualifications to make Shen Lang draw his sword. . . The scariness of his combat strength had far exceeded his imagination. Even if he had to face the number one core disciple, Senior Brother would still have the strength to fight him.    

Yang Fann smiled mysteriously and did not say anything!    

. . .    

On the sixth ring.    

"Tang Senior Brother, what other tricks do you have? Use them all! "Shen Lang looked down at Tang Shuwen from above. His voice was full of unconcealable contempt, as if he did not put Tang Shuwen, the sixth core disciple, in his eyes.    

" Good! Good! Good! Shen Lang, you will pay for what you said!" Tang Shuhao was so angry that he laughed instead and said.    

The next moment. . .    

A flash of ruthlessness flashed across Tang Shuhao's eyes.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Golden Vital Spirit within his body went berserk, and the imposing aura around his body rose steadily without restraint!!    

"Heaven and Earth Golden Qi, the sea takes in all rivers!!!"    

"Rumble!" Rumble rumble rumble!" Rumble!" . . .    

Under the guidance of a mysterious force, the boundless sharp aura of metal in the entire Sunset Peak swarmed toward Tang Shuhao. It ignored the layers of restrictions on the arena and madly gathered above Tang Shuhao's head. In a breath's time, it condensed into a brilliant giant sword!!    

At this moment. . . . . .    

"Shen Lang, there's still time to admit defeat. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword!" Tang Shuhao's eyes narrowed slightly. He was still prepared to give Shen Lang a chance. He had only barely grasped this move. Once it was unleashed, Shen Lang would be dead or alive. That was not up to him. After all, they were from the same sect. Although this Shen Lang was a bit arrogant, he didn't deserve to die!    

"What are you talking about? Just attack!" A hint of impatience flashed across Shen Lang's eyes as he urged.    

"Good! Good! Good! All of this was caused by you!" The cold Cold Shines flashed across Tang Shuhao's eyes. He had kindly reminded Shen Lang, but this Shen Lang still did not appreciate it. Then don't blame him for disregarding the friendship between fellow disciples!!    

"Die! Golden Absolute Glorious Sunlight!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

A single sword light illuminated the 19 continents, and the Sword Qi swept across 90,000 miles. This sword strike had gathered the endless sharp metal energy at the top of the Sunset Peak. The terrifying power contained within had far surpassed the one hundred thousand Power Of True Essences. It was almost comparable to a full-powered strike from a Half Step Martial Lord. Under this sword strike, It was Top Martial Ancestor. If he wasn't careful. . . Even in the surrounding space. . . Crack!    

"Hiss. . . This. . . . . . Is this Tang Shuhao's strongest strike, Senior Brother's? Scary. . . Scary! Truly terrifying beyond compare!"    

" Even if it's some Sect Elder, under this ultimate sword strike, I'm afraid he will die on the spot! It couldn't be blocked! He can't block it either!"    

" He's dead! This Shen Lang is dead for sure! But who can be blamed for this? He asked for it! "    

. . .    

"This. . . Is this really the power of a core disciple? This sword strike, even a Half Step Martial Lord could be severely injured by it if they were not careful! "On the Eastern Altar, most of the Sect Elder were shocked. This deadly sword strike had given them a strong sense of death.    

. . . . . . . .    

. . . "Yang Brothers, I'm afraid you have made a mistake this time. This sword strike is not something Shen Lang can withstand!" Fatty Zhu's mouth split open. He had a smug look on his face. This Shen Lang was still too young.    

"Fatty, it's better not to come to a conclusion so early. This Shen Lang is not as simple as you think! "Yang Fann smiled mysteriously.    

"What? Could it be that Shen Lang could turn the tables? "I don't believe it, but looking at Yang Fann's confident look, Zhu Bin couldn't help but feel a little shaken.    

. . .    

" Not good, everyone prepare to save him! " A Half Step Martial Lord with white hair and beard "Whoa!" He stood up immediately. Although this Shen Lang was arrogant and domineering, he still looked down on everyone else. After all, he was one of the top tier monsters in the Seven Stars Sect. If he died here just like that, it would be a great loss to the Sect.    

. . .    

He would say it sooner or later.    

"Rumble!" Rumble!" Rumble!" . . .    

Boundless sword light burst out from Shen Lang's body. The Sword Qi shattered the sky. At this moment, Shen Lang's body was like a Supreme Divine Sword, revealing its full potential. The Four Directional Void was like a thin piece of paper, it was easily minced into pieces!    

"Break for me!"    

With a flick of his sword finger, endless sword beams gathered in his hand. In an instant, it erupted.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Under the support of the Destruction Sword Intent, thousands upon thousands of terrifying sword beams shot out like destructive Demon Dragons towards the sword beams that tore through the sky!!    

This destructive sword beam alone was only able to withstand a full-powered attack from a Intermediate Martial Ancestor, but thousands upon thousands of destructive sword beams had gathered together. The destructive force of the sword beam increased by hundreds and thousands of times, and it was infinitely close to a full-powered attack from a Martial Lord expert.    

"Puchi!" Puchi! Puchi!" . . .    

. . . In the blink of an eye, the ten thousand feet long sword beam was minced into pieces, and finally, it was completely obliterated within the Void!!    

. . .    

Silence! At the top of the huge Sunset Peak, the silence was a little scary!    

But very soon, the entire top of the Sunset Peak was in an uproar.    

"This. . . Is this the true strength of Little Sword Sovereign Shen Lang? Awesome! This is too awesome! From now on, Shen Lang, Senior Brother, will be my idol! "    

" No. . . No, he hasn't even drawn his sword yet. This. . . This isn't his strongest combat strength at all. Hiss. . . How old is he? He doesn't even seem to be twenty yet. Could it be. . . Could it be that the Seven Stars Sect is going to produce another Yang Fann? "    

"Firstly, there's the legendary monster Yang Fann, and now there's the Little Sword Sovereign Shen Lang. The rise of the Seven Stars Sect is unstoppable! In the future, you should just behave obediently! Never provoke the Seven Stars Sect again! "    

. . .    

Countless fangirls' eyes turned into heart-shaped shapes as they crazily shouted. Shen Lang, Senior Brother, was really too handsome. What scholar's sword? What Young Master Jiu Tian? None of them were a match for Shen Lang and Senior Brother. Even the future of the legendary monster, Yang Fann, would only be a stepping stone for Shen Lang and Senior Brother. Ah! He really wanted to throw himself into Shen Lang's arms and let Shen Lang and Senior Brother love him. Wuwuwu. . . I can't take it anymore. . .    

. . .    

On the first ring.    

Chi Jiuxiao, who was originally calm and composed, revealed a solemn expression for the first time. Tang Shuhao's ultimate sword strike, which had condensed all of the sharp metal energy in Sunset Peak, was. . . If it had been a year ago. . . He had to use all of his trump cards in order to block this deadly sword attack. However, the result was that he didn't even have the qualifications to make Shen Lang draw his sword. It was truly terrifying. It was imaginable that Shen Lang absolutely had the qualifications to fight him!    

. . .    

"Break. . . Break. . . It's. . . It's really broken. . . " Fatty Zhu looked a little dejected, "Yang Brothers, it's also broken. . . Perhaps what you said is right. Little Sword Lord Shen Lang might really be able to take the first place in one go!! "    

Facts speak louder than words. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit it. In the huge Seven Stars Sect, there were over a thousand core disciples. Except for Chi Jiuxiao, no one else was a match for Shen Lang. They didn't even have the qualifications to make Shen Lang draw his sword!    

Brutal! Incomparably savage!    

. . .    

On the sixth ring.    

Shen Lang looked down at Tang Shuhao with an indescribable pride and said, "Tang Senior Brother. Am I the one who won this battle?"    

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