Chapter 18

"Bold."

Suddenly a violent drink sounded from a distance when Shen langzhen died.

An old man over 60 years old rushed here quickly.

The old man's face was full of anger, and his tiger eyes were ready to crack, like a beast that wanted to choose someone to eat.

"Shen Wen," the elder of the Shen family,

Shen Wen, who originally came here after receiving the news, knows Shen Lang's strength. After all, Shen wuhui can't get a bargain in Shen Lang's hands. Not to mention others, especially after Shen Lang's strong men take refuge, although Shen Lang rarely appears in front of people, Shen Wen knows that Shen Lang is by no means a person who can swallow his anger.

Unexpectedly, he was still a step slower. Shen Wansan and Shen Waner still suffered an accident.

Shen Wen came to the scene without saying a word. He slapped Shen langyaokong.

Shen Wen is a congenital expert. This palm is even more angry. For a moment, it is powerful.

The clothes of the children of the Shen family floating around.

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the Changhong palm power with the same look.

Gao Jianli's palm shook around Shen Qing.

The golden sword and black sword in the weapon box soared up and shot at the Shen wave.

Shen Lang stretched out his hands, and the gold sword and black sword fell straight into his hands.

"Double kill with swords."

The gold sword was held high, and the black sword pointed obliquely to the ground and chopped away at the palm power.

"Boom"

The golden Sabre collided with the palm power, and Shen Lang's body spun back.

When passing by a stone lion in front of the Sutra Pavilion, Shen Lang waved his black sword, and the stone lion shot at Shen Wen like a shell.

Shen Wen didn't expect that Shen Lang's internal force was so deep that he could fly the stone lion with the force of recoil.

Peng!

The stone lion was torn apart and the rubble flew in all directions.

The children of the Shen family around them fled one after another. Some of them were hit by the gravel slowly, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and their bodies flew upside down.

Amid the debris, Shen Wen rushed out and slapped Shen Lang again.

Shen Lang's eyes glittered. This was him. Shen Wen was more and more frightened.

His strength is obviously stronger than Shen Lang, but he can't get the upper hand.

Shen Lang's own strength has not changed. What has changed is his understanding of martial arts. The system does pass on his martial arts proficiency to Shen Lang, but the essence of it depends on Shen Lang's own understanding.

For example, Dugu Yihe created the "seven seven forty-nine" sword double kill. Without Dugu Yihe's words and deeds, others will never master the essence of it.

Although through systematic transmission, Shen Lang can use the sword double kill style 7749 freely, he still needs to understand the true meaning of martial arts.

Just like tai chi, we all know that it was created by Zhang Sanfeng. The main melody of Tai Chi is to overcome hardness with softness and beat fast with slow speed, but several people can reach the realm of Zhang Sanfeng. This is the true meaning of martial arts.

After this battle, Shen Lang can give full play to the power of sword double kill style 7749.

In the past, he used to draw gourds and ladles according to gourds, but now he has brought into full play the power of the sword double kill 7749 move.

Shen Lang's eyes flashed, and the golden sword and black sword in his hand seemed to be played by two people, attacking Shen Wen from different angles.

Just as Shen Wen waved to resist, suddenly the golden sword and black sword changed their moves. It should have been the sword out of the sword move, and the sword out of the sword move suddenly returned to normal. The knife is the knife, and the sword is the sword.

This sudden change caught Shen Wen unprepared.

The black sword stabs directly and the gold knife cuts horizontally.

With a puff, two wounds appeared on Shen Wen's shoulder and chest.

The bright red blood slowly flowed down.

Shen Wen retreated quickly and stared at Shen Lang with his eyes.

He didn't expect Shen Lang to force himself so embarrassed.

A month ago, Shen Lang was a dispensable existence in the Shen family.

Later, he suddenly injured his grandson Shen Ming. He just thought that Shen Lang had used some disgraceful means, and he didn't pay attention to the younger generation's struggle. Only when Shen Lang opposed Shen wuhui's struggle, did he slightly attract his attention.

However, after investigation, he knew that it was the hands of two martial artists who took refuge in Shen Lang, so he didn't care. After all, xuanming two elders are only the peak the day after tomorrow, which is nothing in the eyes of their innate strong.

But today, Shen Lang's overbearing and strength finally let him face it up, and he still attaches great importance to it. It's definitely not easy for him to make himself so embarrassed.

Without looking at the wound, Shen Wen said coldly, "Shen Lang, don't you think you've gone too far because one servant girl even killed two deacons of the Shen family?"

Shen Lang disdained to smile, "there is nothing better in this world, only strength."

"If you don't have strength, you can't think too much. If you have strength, no one will say a word, even if the bones become mountains and the earth is thousands of miles away."

"Didn't emperor Qianwu walk to the altar with a sea of blood? Who would say that emperor Qianwu is not?"

Shen Wen was stunned by Shen Lang's domineering words, and then mocked: "what do you mean, you can compare with emperor Qianwu?"

"Ha ha..."

Shen Lang looked up at the sky and smiled, "emperor Qianwu is incomparable, can't he?"

"I Shen Lang dare not say that I can surpass him, but I will never be worse than him."

"Arrogance!"

An indifferent voice came from the Sutra Pavilion.