Chapter 1053

After a day of meditation, all the real yuan consumed before has been recovered, Shen Lang's injury has been completely recovered, and their strength has reached its peak.

In the main hall, nearly 200 monks have recovered, and they are looking at their opponents.

"It seems that this level is about to start. Let's get ready for it." Shen Lang says to Su Ruoxue.

"Well." Su Ruoxue nodded slightly, showing a trace of dignity on her face.

Not long.

"Boom" a sound, the hall is in the middle of the brute God stone suddenly issued a roar. Then, the whole hall was trembling and roaring, and the golden mask that trapped people was gradually removed.

The third level, fighting, official start.

"Drink!"

"Die!"

A large number of monks took out swords and other martial arts, and began to fight miserably.

The monks who can break into the third level are almost all the monks in the later stage of the virtual environment and the nine immortals.

Two martial arts practitioners rushed to Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, both of whom were martial arts practitioners in the later stage of the virtual environment.

Shen Lang takes out the broken Tiange to fight back and flicks open the long sword that the other side comes to.

"Ding!"

Shatiange collided with the long sword, splashing a lot of sparks.

Shen Lang's fight is more conservative, because it's a fight in itself, and excessive consumption is meaningless. Otherwise, when the final stage of the fight comes, it will be bad to run into the enemy's own real resources and consume them.

Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue are both very low-key, trying to keep their consumption at a low level.

After a low-key entanglement, the broken Tiange in Shen Lang's hand has cut off the top-grade holy sword in the other side's hand, making a "click" sound.

"Super holy ware?" The Wuxiu watched as the top-grade artifact in his hand was cut off by the broken Tiange of Shen Lang, and his face could not help but show a trace of fear.

With such a weak momentum, Shen Lang soon found out the flaw of the other side. He strode forward and stabbed him with his sky breaking dagger.

"Pooh!"

The blood splashed all over the body. The Wuxiu's chest was pierced. He was killed immediately and his body was transmitted.

In fact, the fighting in this stage is an illusion, but it really gives people a very real feeling. It's unimaginable to set up such a powerful array.

All the people in the hall can fight without fear.

Su Ruoxue's eyes were ablaze with blood and magic light, which flew into the brain of another martial artist.

"Ah!" The spirit of the man was wounded, holding his head and shrieking.

The blood magic light is always trying to deal with the ordinary virtual environment martial arts. When dealing with the pain in the head, Su Ruoxue holds the top-grade holy sword and kills the friar immediately.

The fighting has reached the stage of white heat, and the most prominent one in the hall is the sword without trace.

The sword has no trace, its face is steady, and it waves the golden giant sword in its hand.

A small fart kid wields such a large and heavy sword. This kind of scene looks a little strange. The golden sword is bigger than the sword without trace.

However, the attack method of the little fart boy is extremely fierce. When he saw the sword without trace and waved the huge sword, a large number of golden swords spread around him. The monks who dared to attack him were all pierced by the swords and splashed with blood on the spot.

Where the sword passes without trace, it can kill almost any friar in a second, making no one dare to advance.

Shen Lang looks at this scene from afar, and there is a deep fear on his face. The strength of this little boy is so high that he doesn't know how to cultivate.

There are several other people in the hall who are equally terrible. For example, baiziren is not less fierce than the sword without trace.

The weapon in baiziren's hand is a dark chain. When it is waved, there will be ghosts on the chain.

After the black chain entangled a Friar's body, strange ghost claws flew out of the chain. The friar was instantly torn by the ghost claws on the chain, his body was instantly bloody, and the scene was very bloody.

This kind of chain should be a magic weapon.

There is also yuecailing. The weapon is a magic flower basket. As soon as she reaches out, the blue flower basket immediately flies over her head, shooting out countless dark weapons like green leaves. They are very sharp and can't be seen without blood.

Yuecailing can even control the green leaves in the flying by pinching some strange formula with his hands, which is mysterious and powerful.

Shen Lang saw the world this time. He thought that there were many powerful people in the wild land. No matter the inheritance of weapons or skills, it was far from the tiny place like the forest sea and Tianshan Mountain.

Of course, Shen Lang's own strength should not be underestimated.

"Drink!" He brandishes the sky breaking dagger crazily and kills another monk who tries to attack.

He plans to keep a low profile as much as possible, wait until the number of people is almost the same, and then try his best to carry out the final fight.

In the time of half column incense, the number of monks in the hall was half reduced, and the blood on the ground was gorgeous.

The rest of the monks are still fighting fiercely. Before that, there were many monks who pretended to be low-key, and they were forced to exert their full strength.

Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue have discussed it before. Unless it's the last moment, they can only defend but not attack. It's most important to preserve their strength.

The two continued to procrastinate.

In half the time of incense, there were only forty or fifty monks fighting fiercely in the hall, and the rest were eliminated.

From the beginning to the end, the sword without trace has been madly reaping the head, holding the golden giant sword, no one dares to fight with him.

Even Shen Lang deliberately avoids the blade of the sword.

But Jian Wuwen is very interested in Shen lang. he can see naturally that Shen Lang didn't exert all his strength at all.

Since this man can kill Guyan, he must have some amazing powers.

"The friar in white, how dare you fight with me?" Sword traceless toward the waves of a big drink, tone filled with the color of pride.

Shen Lang doesn't pay any attention to it. He begins to fight with a monk.

Seeing that Shen Lang didn't respond, he was a little impatient with the sword without trace. He simply held the gold giant sword in his hand and rushed out directly towards Shen Lang himself.

"Damn it, what a trouble!" Shen Lang swore and scolded. The little boy seemed to be holding on to himself.

Seeing that he can't hide, Shen Lang has to bite his teeth and harden his scalp.

The sword is very strong without trace, and it seems that it hasn't exerted all its strength. Even so, Shen Lang doesn't think he will lose.

"Interesting, Taoist friend, let me try your real strength with sword without trace!" The sword has no trace proudly to shout a way, raised in the hand gold huge sword mercilessly toward the Shen wave split past.

"Boom!"

A five foot long golden sword came roaring, breaking the air attack to the waves.

Shen Lang's face changed a little. The sword is traceless and ready to use. How powerful can it be?

Without much thought, Shen Lang had to try his best to run Zhenyuan. The four-color Zhenyuan in Dantian rotated rapidly and rushed into the broken Tiange.

The blade of heaven breaking dagger is full of blue Mans. The blue mans of three new moons collide with the golden sword Mans.

"Boom!"

A loud, dazzling, the whole hall is shaking and roaring.