Chapter 3269

"Damn it!"

Shen Lang's face was full of haze, and he scolded him in his heart.

What he worried about most happened after all. Yang Wei really has a powerful magic weapon.

Although Yang Wei is rubbish, he is also the posterity of the Seven Saints after all. The backstage is there. How can he play without any preparation.

By contrast, Xia Shan'er's ninety-nine Tianxin flying swords are only the medium-sized immortal weapons, which are slightly shabby.

Shen Lang thinks that after the fight, he will get a set of higher-level flying swords for Xia Shan'er.

"Dong Dong Dong!!!"

Xia Shan'er repeatedly urged Tianxin sword array to attack Yang Wei's purple clouds, but all attacks were like a sea of stone, which could not break Yang Wei's defense.

"Hahaha, little girl, you want to hurt me with your attack? What a dream! "

Yang Wei's mouth made a wild laugh, then turned into the body of five colored blue sheep.

The five color blue sheep has blue hair, surrounded by a layer of colorful clouds, and a pair of glass curved horns on the top of their heads, like blue clouds, emit brilliant light.

"The magic of the earth, the aurora of the rainbow!"

Five colored blue sheep's head is full of green awns, and five huge green light balls are spewed out by the sheep's head. They are going to kill xiashan'er.

After Yang Weihua became the main body, the fire was fully opened. The five huge blue light balls spewed out were mixed with tens of millions of blue light filaments. The power of terror and destruction made people feel numb!

"Tianxin sword shield!"

Xia Shan'er's face was white and she felt a strong threat. She uttered a coquettish voice in her mouth and drew a mysterious seal in front of her body with her hands at full speed.

Ninety nine Tianxin flying swords were turned into dense white light threads. Countless light threads condensed into a huge white light shield and blocked in front of them.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! "

Three huge blue light balls bombarded the surface of Tianxin sword shield. The sound of violent explosion was deafening, and the green light was rampant all over the sky.

The blade light on the surface of Tianxin sword shield is turbulent. After receiving the bombardment of three green light balls, the sword shield is full of holes.

"Dong! Dong! "

Before Xia Shan'er could breathe, the last two blue light balls hit like lightning and hit Tian Xin's sword shield.

"Bang!"

Tianxin sword shield broke on the spot, turned into a large number of white filaments, and escaped in all directions.

Xia Shan'er is killed by the blue light burst out of the blue light ball, seeing that the body is about to collapse.

"Yang Wei, I'll keep you!"

Shen Lang's eyes are splitting, and the hysterical roar from his mouth shakes all directions.

Yang Wei in the challenge arena was so proud that he almost killed Xia Shan'er.

But after hearing the roar of Shen Lang, Yang Wei was shocked. He quickly took back the magical power, only destroying Xia Shan'er's body, but not her soul.

Although Yang Wei is arrogant and domineering, he dare not really tear his face with Shen Lang. Xia Shan'er is Shen Lang's younger martial sister. If she kills her, Shen Lang will never die.

Although he was supported by his father, Shen Lang was the apprentice of the ancestor of Tianying. Yang Wei dared not play with fire.

Xia Shan'er's soul body was preserved, and soon recovered his body through the magic of three flowers gathering at the top. Shen Lang was relieved.

"Xia Shan'er's body is in rout. The winner of the match is Yang Wei," the referee announced loudly

"Hahaha, I won!"

Yang Wei laughs and looks excited. He felt that with such a powerful defense magic weapon as Ziyun mirror, he could almost stand in an invincible position and maybe fight with Shen Lang.

Xia Shan'er walked down from the challenge arena lonely, and Ning Xiaoyao came up to comfort him and said, "Shan'er, don't be sad. Yang Wei is only relying on the power of magic to win over you. If he doesn't have that mirror magic weapon, can he win you or not

"Don't comfort me, sister demon. It's clearly said that a good place should be taken, but Shan'er is always useless... "

Xia Shan'er's eyes were red and complained about her incompetence. Shen Lang patted her sweet shoulder and said softly, "don't be depressed, Shan'er. You are less than a thousand years old. It's not fair to fight with those friars who are easily a million years old. With the excellent constitution of your chaotic immortal body, if you take time, you will

become a strong person in the world, and you don't have to belittle yourself! "

"Well."

Xia Shan'er is biting her teeth. Hearing Shen Lang's words, her mood is a little better.

The eyes of all the monks in the field sweep back and forth on Shen Lang and Xia Shan'er. They are so close. Is this nun named Xia Shan'er the Taoist partner of elder Shen Lang?

Many nuns of the Seven Saints in shenlang, who secretly fell in love with each other, showed their dejected expressions. It turned out that the handsome elder shenlang had already been married, and her name was xiashan'er, who was very beautiful and charming.

Bai Weiwei also sighed. She was fascinated by Shen Lang and thought that she would be better if she were Xia Shan'er.

"In the sixty third scene, Bai Weiwei fought against Yan Kuan!"

The referee's shouting interrupted Bai Weiwei's thoughts. It was her turn to play.

Bai Weiwei was unlucky in this round. Her opponent was a monk in the middle of immortals.

Fortunately, she tried her best to win the competition and barely made it to the next level.

Bai Weiwei also wants to fight for breath in her heart. She doesn't want to be the first seven saints to be eliminated.

Ning Xiaoyao appeared at the end of the seventh round, but failed to resist the pressure and lost to a monk in the middle of the immortal. Like Xia Shaner, she stopped in the seventh round and ranked in the top 1000.

At the end of the seventh round, only about 500 monks were promoted to the eighth round, almost all of them were elite disciples in the middle and later period of Renxian, even the early monks were rare.

A few days later, the eighth round of the Martial Arts Association officially began.

This round of shenlang ranked third.

"The third scene, Shen Lang vs. Yang Wei!"

Cried the referee.

"Ha ha, it's just the right time."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and eyes, and raised his mouth. Since Yang Wei, an idiot, ran into the muzzle of a gun, he was embarrassed!

"Trough!"

Yang Wei's face froze in a panic.

He was proud of himself before. He thought that he should be able to get a good rank with Ziyun mirror. Maybe he could fight with shenlang. As a result, he met shenlang, the evil star in this round!

"Damn it, what bad luck!"

Yang Wei scolded secretly, his face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and the opponent he didn't want to face appeared.

Looking back at the scene of being beaten by Shen Lang, Yang Wei still has a dull pain on his face. At the thought of facing Shen Lang, the evil star, Yang Wei was a bit of a counsellor.

Shen Lang turns into a golden light flying to the arena in the center of the square. Seeing Yang Wei's delay in going to the arena, he says impatiently, "Yang Wei, are you comparable? If you don't dare to play, surrender! "

As soon as the words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"Shen Lang, don't be arrogant. Don't think I will be afraid of you!" Yang Wei strengthened his courage, turned into a green light, and flew into the challenge arena in the center of the square, gnashing his teeth and staring at Shen Lang.