Chapter 3947

Not long after, Shen Lang had arrived at the mountainside, and two more three saints tried to stop him, and he killed him by fierce means.

The tiger shark people around the mountain saw that Shen Lang was so fierce that even the immortal was not his opponent. One by one, they were scared out of their wits and dared not approach Shen Lang again.

Just as Shen Lang continued to climb the mountain, the holy emissary of Ming Feng led eight monks of the three saints to rush to the mountainside and stop in front of Shen Lang.

"It's you!"

The ghost wind makes his eyes fixed on Shen Lang, showing an unbelievable expression.

He never imagined that he would encounter the chosen one again in the cloud world.

"Hahaha, isn't this the ghost wind envoy? It's been a long time! "

Shen Lang glanced at the ghost wind emissary on the high slope not far away and said with a sneer.

The ghost of the wind changed his face several times. Finally, he came back and said with a gnashing of his teeth, "are you the fish who had previously infiltrated the sea clan?"

Before the riots in the sea area, the monks of the three saints fled two fish when they were fighting against the sea people.

The emissary of the cloud scorpion went after the two monks and killed them. Instead of success, he was forced to cry for help.

The ghost wind emissary couldn't figure out before. What strange person is the opponent that even the cloud scorpion emissary can't defeat? Now, it turns out that he is the haunted God chosen one!

Strong as a cloud Scorpio and other rebellious and conceited people, are reduced to the point of asking for help, so it can be seen how not simple the day of election.

The dark wind makes the deep fear flash in the eyes.

"What is it, not what is it? Ming Feng, you are unlucky to bump into me here today! "

Shen Lang smiled grimly, and immediately swung the sword in his hand, cutting straight at the ghost wind emissary.

Since he met with the ghost wind emissary, Shen Lang had no choice but to fight with him. He thought that the ghost wind emissary would not let him go.

It's better to let go and fight a big war than to cower!

As long as the ghost wind envoy is sealed in the cloud world, Shen Lang is confident that he can defeat each other. After all, he has reached the top level of his golden body cultivation, and his physical quality is a little higher than that of the ordinary Luo Tianxian.

"Don't be ashamed. I'd like you to know what you're capable of!"

When Shen Lang saw that he was cutting with a knife, the ghost wind made him angry. He turned his hand and pulled out the long curved sword from his waist, and stabbed it straight out.

The long sword drawn by the ghost wind saint has a peculiar shape. The body of the sword is twisted like a snake, and the blade is flashing green. It seems to contain a lot of poison.

This treasure is called "green snake sword". It's a spirit melting fairy treasure collected by Mingfeng Saint emissary. The sword blade is highly poisonous. Once it's stabbed into the monk's flesh and blood, it will instantly corrode the monk's flesh and blood, meridians, organs and even four limbs.

This feature alone is enough to make the green snake sword's ability in the cloud sea far surpass other immortal weapons.

"Dang!"

The swords meet, sparking a spark.

The green snake sword, which seems to be small in the hand of the ghost wind saint, has resisted the chopping of the Shen wave sword. It's powerful.

Shen Lang's right arm was a little numb. The emissary of the Ming wind retreated a few steps. His face was very gloomy, and he seemed to feel Shen Lang's amazing physical strength.

It's worthy of being a natural choice. No matter how he plays, this kid can make himself feel a sense of force and tension.

The ghost wind emissary's eyes are full of murders. The wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind. This time, I can't let the waves go again!

This son's various means are too weird, even the leader of Ziying is afraid of the day's electors. At present, Shen Lang is alone. It's a great chance to kill this boy!

If you miss this opportunity, the next time you lose your life, you may be yourself!

"Shen Lang, hurry to die for me!"

The ghost wind makes his eyes split. The green snake sword in his hand comes out like a raindrop, as if it has turned into a myriad of meteor illusions. He attacks the Shen wave together, and the speed is amazing.

Shen Lang did not dare to look down on it. He waved the sword in his hand crazily. The fierce roar of the sword made the earth shake. Like the roar of a tiger, he took the attack of the ghost wind emissary.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! "

The sound of fierce and intensive sword collision was heard, and a vigorous wind drove them scattered.

The two men are engaged in a fierce offensive and defensive war. The sword power of the ghost wind saint is extremely swift and fierce. However, Shen Lang can barely cope with the parry with all his strength. Although Shen Lang's Sabre level is not equal to the green snake sword of the sacred envoy of the netherworld wind, when both sides cannot operate the chaotic spiritual force, they cannot exert any ability of Xianbao at all. Therefore, there is no essential difference between Kaiguang Xianbao and rongling Xianbao in the cloud sea world.

However, the green snake sword of the ghost wind saint has a congenital advantage. The blade contains poison, which is equivalent to passive skill. Shen Lang is still very vulnerable. He can only protect his body as much as possible and avoid being stabbed by the green snake sword.

Their bodies were like ghosts, and their swords and swords were blazing in the woods. The sound of the explosion was deafening. The trees around the place where they passed were cut by the sword Qi and the strong wind, and the sawdust flew.The friars of the three saints around and the hushars could not get in at all, so they had to step back to avoid being affected by their fight.

Shen Lang held on to a series of violent attacks by the ghost wind emissary, and seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to fight back.

The face of the emissary is a little ugly. Shen Lang's figure is too flexible, and there is no loophole in defence.

Every time the hell wind Saint emissary awaits the opportunity to find Shen Lang's weakness to attack, Shen Lang can always parry and defend with a knife, and can't find any flaws, which is enough to show how rich this kid's combat experience is.

Seeing that the waves are not hurt, the ghost wind makes his heart more anxious, and the rhythm of his moves is gradually disordered.

After a hundred moves, Shen Lang finally found the flaw of the ghost wind emissary, and cut the waist and abdomen of the ghost wind emissary.

"Boom!"

When Shen Lang's Sabre hit the waist and abdomen of the ghost wind saint, he felt that the waist and abdomen of the ghost wind Saint were almost as hard as crystal.

All the immortals in Luotian have cultivated the golden body and jade body. The body defense is far beyond the ordinary immortals. It's natural to defend against brute force attacks.

Shen Lang exerts extreme force on the sabre in his hand. The huge Sabre air smashes the robe of hell wind saint. The blade tears a deep wound on the waist and abdomen of hell wind saint. A lot of blood overflows from the wound.

The ghost wind emissary was cut off by Shen Lang and flew out. He knocked down the trunk of the tall tree in the distance, and broke the tree. He fell on the ground with his head on the ground and his mouth was gnawing mud. He looked very embarrassed.

"Mingfeng, how powerful I am to be your three saints, that's all."

Seeing that the ghost wind emissary fell to the ground and was hurt, Shen Lang made a ferocious laugh and made a lot of mockery. He was in a relaxed mood.

It seems that the holy emissaries of the three saints are not as powerful as they think. They can just take the opportunity of entering the cloud sea world to kill the holy emissary of the netherworld wind and eliminate the heartache!

"You don't want to be happy too early, son of a bitch! Today, I am going to tear you to pieces

The ghost wind emissary got up from the ground. The strong humiliation made him mad and furious, and his mouth roared like hysteria.

As soon as the roar fell, the master of Ming wind opened his mouth and spewed out a lot of blood essence. A lot of blood essence spread all over his body. The next moment, I saw the blood stained body meridians burst up by the ghost wind saint. The ferocious black meridians began to overflow with a silk of black energy, gradually spread throughout the body, and the body began to twist and change.