Chapter 2737

"Roar!!!"

The dragon with a candle in its mouth roars up to the sky. The sound of the dragon's voice is bleak and profound. It's ancient and thick!

"Sword realm!"

Shen Lang opens a sword shadow space and rushes into the demon cultivation group, killing all sides.

"How could it be?"

"It's a dragon holding a candle!"

All the demons in the battlefield were shocked. The thick blood light of the candle dragon covered the sky, which made people scared.

Shen Lang's sword field is almost the third level of Xuanyu's power. With the powerful defense of jiuzhuan FA Yin, he has almost no demons to stop in the battlefield.

In less than a few minutes, nine of the Mahayana demons were killed by the sword kingdom or by the meteor sun and candle light released by the candle dragon.

"Damn, when did this kid become so powerful!"

There was a trace of fright on Yin qianhan's face. He doubted whether he had read the wrong person for a while. Shen Lang's strength was so strong.

The other side.

"Arhat subdues the devil!"

Kutuo monk raised the scattered flower lantern, tried to pour spiritual power into the lantern, and urged the Buddha fire heart lamp in the lantern.

The blue flame in the lantern suddenly turned into pure gold, which was as dazzling as the sun. A arhat with a body length of tens of thousands of meters gathered on the top of the kutuo monk.

"My Buddha is merciful and merciful, and he is full of ferocity and arrogance!"

The Dragon subduing arhat on the head of kutuo monk rode a powerful five clawed golden dragon, rushed into the demon cultivation group, and made a large number of "Xi" character seals with two palms.

As if the sun burst, seven or eight demon practitioners were killed in the dazzling Buddhist seal, and their bodies were smashed into blood mist.

Shen Lang and kutuo monk suddenly joined the battlefield and completely disrupted the attack formation of the three demon cultivators of Shura forest.

"Bad brother Yin, those two monks are too fierce. It's estimated that they are reinforcements from the snow Palace this day. What should I do?" Jinling asked, gnashing his teeth.

Silver thousand cold complexion is gloomy to the extreme, hastily way: "this snow night holy emperor's battle power has been greatly weakened, you first drag him, I kill those two human friars who support!"

"Good!"

Jinling and yunchong echoed.

Now that they have reached this point, they can no longer hold back! The golden eye turtle and the cloud trotting beast attack the king of the snow night.

On a snowy night, the monarch's energy is consumed so much that he can only concentrate on defending.

Ice soul soul heart sword is an immortal weapon. If you want to activate the immortal weapon, you need to consume not only a huge amount of five elements of spiritual power, but also the Friar's own vitality.

After such a long time of support, the king of the snow night is almost to the limit.

However, a silver month's Kirin is missing. At this moment, the pressure of the emperor in the snowy night is slightly reduced. He will not attack any more and will defend the attacks of the demons.

Shen Lang's candle holding dragon killed more than a dozen demon cultivators in one breath, and then he stared at a middle-level true spirit "blood unicorn", who had the highest accomplishments.

So many true spirits, he must "use" them, absorb the blood of several high-level true spirits, and strengthen his blood spirit immortal body.

"Sword realm!"

With a shout of violence, Shen Lang tried his best to use the killing moves in the sword area. A large amount of sword shadow turned into two whirlpools of sword shadow, and went to the bloody Unicorn with the potential of overwhelming mountains and seas.

"Blood blade light rain!"

The blood Unicorn lost his color in horror, roared violently in his mouth, and released his own mysterious magic.

I saw a large piece of bloody light blade come over like a huge wave and hit two huge whirlpools of sword shadow.

"Boom!!!"

A series of shrill roars rang out, and the two whirlpools of sword shadow barely suppressed the bloody light blade living in the sky and hit the blood unicorn.

Even if the defense of blood unicorn is fully opened, it has suffered a lot of trauma.

"A candle in the sky!"

Before the explosion stopped, the Dragon carrying the candle struck again with a thunderbolt and burst out a yellow candle fire.

The blood unicorn was caught by a meteor sun candle, which exploded on the body of the blood unicorn.

"Dong Dong Dong!!!"

After a series of explosions, the body of the blood unicorn was in pieces, and its vitality was rapidly weakened and dying.

"Roar!"

The dragon holding the candle made a low sound of dragon singing and rushed forward, like a python winding the blood unicorn's flesh and blood.

The wounded blood Unicorn struggled, and the weak cry came from his mouth.

"Stop!"

"Let go of the blood, elder Ming!"

"Kill this Terran friar!"

A large number of demon repair around were shocked and discolored, and attacked the dragon with candle.

"BAM bam!"

Shen Lang then spread out the sword area and the nine turn seal, and resisted the attack of the surrounding demons.

The dragon with the candle in its mouth opened its wide fangs and snapped the bloody unicorn's neck!

The blood at the neck of the blood Unicorn darts out like a fountain. The dragon holding the candle devours the blood of the blood Unicorn crazily, and a large amount of blood flows into the belly of the Shen wave.

Shen Lang can temporarily store the real blood of the blood unicorn in his abdomen, and let the blood spirit body devour the blood of the blood unicorn in his abdomen after the war.

Poor blood unicorn, his limbs twitched for a while, then he died.

"No!!!"

The rushing silver qianhan saw this amazing scene, his eyes were about to crack, and his mouth gave out a heartrending roar.

The blood Unicorn killed by Shen Lang is the blood of yinqianhan's younger brother.

When the silver cold came, it was too late. Xueming died on the spot because his whole body was swallowed with real blood.

"Ah!!! Shen Lang is miscellaneous. You dare to kill my brother. If you don't break you to pieces today, I will swear that I am not a demon! "

Yinqianhan is completely mad, and his mouth roars loudly.

The silver moon Unicorn opens its mouth and spews out a large silver storm. The storm is mixed with dense silver filaments. The terror power of destroying the sky and the earth can make people feel numb.

The terrible silver storm turned into hundreds of silver tornadoes and swept towards the sinking waves.

"Boom!"

A large number of silver tornadoes hit the sword shadow space, tearing the sword area opened by the waves, and then hit the golden light wall outside the dragon with candle.

"Buzz!"

The golden light wall formed by the nine turn process printing suffered a violent collision and made a sound of roar and tremor. The Shen wave defense is fully open. It seems that it can't withstand for long.

It's worthy of being the head of Qilin nationality. Yinqianhan's strength is quite powerful!

Yinqianhan can cast the fourth "eclipse of the sun and silver light" in the Xuanyu, which is the type with the highest strength among all the superior spirits.

The flying silver storm is the killing move released by silver qianhan in Xuanyu under the sun and silver light.

"Click!"

The golden wall soon cracked.

"Be careful, young man!" The small soft in the spirit beast bag cannot help but remind a way.

Shen Lang did not dare to drag it any more. The dragon holding the candle opened its fangs, and the dried corpse of the blood Unicorn fell from the air.

"Nine spirits destroy the sky!"

Shen Lang turns into a human body, and directly exerts nine spirits to destroy the sky!

Nine monsters, such as the dragon holding candle, the golden eye and the stone ape, the thunder spirit, the fire unicorn, the ice frost dragon, the black dragon, the red pupil Bull Demon King, the five color Golden Toad, the phantom demon butterfly, have rushed out of the body of the Shen wave one after another, emerging on the top of the Shen wave, sending out a suffocating sense of pressure.