One sword after another collided in the void, bursting out with dazzling light.

Suddenly, the giant golden sword turned into countless small knives as thick as fingers, and rushed towards Chen Lang overwhelmingly, with an astonishing momentum for a while.

Chen Lang smiled strangely, and drew out the Yan Shui Sword behind him. Soul power poured into it crazily. With one swing of the sword, a red sword energy split the sea of ​​​​knives into two, and struck head-on towards the golden sword master's face door.

The Master of the Golden Sword was shocked. He didn't expect Chen Lang's attack to be so ferocious. He gritted his teeth and took out a green jade talisman from his storage bracelet. A trace of reluctance flashed across his face, but it instantly turned into a ruthless one.

He made a slit in his palm, and the blood flowed down the palm to the jade talisman. At this time, the jade talisman seemed to be alive, absorbing the blood gurglingly, squirming in and out, faintly

A golden light flashed from inside.

The Master of the Golden Sword became pale for an instant, but his eyes were flashing with a fierce light. The golden light of the jade talisman was strong. Suddenly, a man wearing a golden cassock with a black horn on his head appeared on the jade talisman.

Blue demon phantom.

Xuying looked at the falling sword light and just stretched his hand upwards.

''boom--''

The sword light stopped abruptly when blocked by the shadow, but the shadow became more blurry.

The Master of the Golden Sword spit out a mouthful of blood, and it seemed that he was not relaxed either.

Chen Lang laughed ferociously, and then lowered his sword, slashing towards the phantom.

The dark sword energy fell next to the Three Yang True One Sword. Suddenly, without any warning, the sword energy of the Yan Shui Sword and the Three Yang True One Sword merged into one, transforming into a mixed golden existence. At this moment, Chen Lang's heart

As if something flashed through my mind, I suddenly had a deeper understanding of ''yin'' and ''yang'', and there were faint signs of breaking through to the ''liangyi realm''.

''boom--''

Suddenly, the shadow became fragmented under this blow.

Master Jin Dao watched in horror as the shadow disappeared. The next moment, his throat felt sweet, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball, hitting the wall hard and falling to the ground slumped.

Suddenly, he saw Zhao Wan'er lying on the side, his face became ferocious and terrifying, his body was like an evil tiger attacking a rabbit, and he actually held Zhao Wan'er in his hands.

Chen Lang's face changed, and he shouted angrily, but it was too late. He didn't expect Master Golden Sword to be like this, and he blamed himself for being too careless.

Chen Lang's tone was cold and he said: "Let her go, I guarantee you can leave here safely."

Master Jin Dao spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, looking at Chen Lang as if he were looking at a fool.

At this time, the Master of the Golden Sword no longer had the calm and calm expression before. He looked like a gambler who lost all his wealth in one night. His expression was crazy. He said ferociously: "You're the best."

Don't get close. If I accidentally use a little more force, this lovely Sleeping Beauty's head may be separated from her body.''

Chen Lang frowned, forced himself to suppress the murderous intention in his heart, and said word by word: "Okay, I hope you won't regret what you just said in the future."

The Master of the Golden Sword had no expression on his face. He carefully held Zhao Wan'er, who was still in a coma, and slowly walked backwards towards the outside of the altar.

Chen Lang followed them closely, saying that he could not let them leave like this. What if the Master of the Golden Sword hurt Wan'er on the road.

In the blue sky lake, the figure of the Golden Sword Master shot towards the lake. Chen Lang's nerves were highly tense and he carefully kept a distance of five miles from them, not daring to rush the Golden Sword Master.

The Master of the Golden Sword had a cat-and-mouse expression on his face, and he kept firing highly intensive spell attacks behind him. However, Chen Lang couldn't fight back and could only avoid it. He became extremely embarrassed for a while.

But Chen Lang's face was calm. Even if the Golden Sword Master's technique could barely scratch his cheek, he didn't panic at all. However, Chen Lang looked even more terrifying like this, like a sleeping lion.

Be prepared to deliver a fatal blow to any prey that attempts to provoke him.

Occasionally, a few small monsters passed by and were affected by the attack of the Golden Sword Master. They died in confusion, and some were easily solved by Chen Lang. However, there were no others with the same cultivation level as Ye Mo. Along the way, the two

People did not encounter any obstacles.

Zhao Wan'er had woken up on the way and looked at the Master of the Golden Sword who was holding her in horror, but she was speechless because her mouth was covered by the Master of the Golden Sword.

Looking at Chen Lang, who was following closely behind him, and seeing that he was attacked by the Master of the Golden Sword for his own sake but could not fight back, he couldn't help but shed tears, with strange emotions flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, Chen Lang felt a familiar breath, vaguely present, with an orchid-like fragrance.

Chen Lang's eyes showed strange emotions, and he thought to himself: "How could it be her? This time, will she be a friend or an enemy?"

Chen Lang was confused in his heart, but he didn't show it. The strange thing was that the Golden Sword Master didn't seem to notice anything strange, as if this aura was specially revealed to Chen Lang.

Master Jin Sword's expression was still so arrogant, and he looked at Chen Lang jokingly.

Just when he was relaxing, suddenly, the calm lake water around him suddenly echoed with a terrifying aura, as if the heart of an ancient ferocious beast that had been dormant for a long time suddenly beat and spread out a sinister aura.

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Master Jin Dao's brows jumped, and a bad feeling suddenly flashed through his heart. At this moment, a terrifying claw shadow fell from the top of his head, leaving behind a series of dark spaces wherever it passed.

The cracks seem to even divide the water in the Blue Sky Lake into several streams.

Master Jin Dao looked at the strange changes above his head in horror. He no longer cared about Zhao Wan'er. He let go of her, dodged away, and shot away in the distance.

Zhao Wan'er shouted in horror, calling Chen Lang's name.

At this moment, she felt a little confused. Why did she think of him first at this time? Maybe she would never know the answer again.

Chen Lang's eyes were cracked, and he saw that the blow was about to fall on Zhao Wan'er, so he rushed towards her at high speed, trying to block the blow for Zhao Wan'er.

However, just when Chen Lang thought it was too late, the claw shadow did not seem to have any intention of attacking Zhao Wan'er. It paused above her head and then chased in the direction where the Golden Sword Master fled.

Although the Golden Sword Master was extremely fast, Claw Shadow's speed was faster than him, and within a short time, he had already caught up with him.

Chen Lang hurried to Zhao Wan'er and protected her.

The Master of the Golden Sword looked behind him in horror, watching helplessly as the attack fell on him head-on. Suddenly, his internal organs seemed to have been torn apart, and all the muscles in his body were ruthlessly ripped apart at this moment.

After mincing it, he spat out a large mouthful of blood with minced meat.

The body of the Master of the Golden Sword shot towards the bottom of the lake like a cannonball. His face was extremely ferocious. Suddenly, he took out the golden knife from his body and stabbed it hard into his heart. The whole body was filled with golden light, as if the Buddha had come to the world.

, the whole person exuded an aura that should not be underestimated, but Chen Lang keenly felt that the vitality of the Golden Sword Master was constantly passing away.

In the blue sky lake, a stunning woman wearing a purple robe suddenly appeared. It was Ao Xue who Chen Lang had not seen for a long time.

At this time, Ao Xue's pupils turned into a strange purple-green color, emitting a deep light that seemed to be able to suck in people's souls.

She seemed to have glanced at Chen Lang inadvertently, and at Zhao Wan'er beside Chen Lang, and her heart felt pain for no reason. Her eyes did not stay too long on this familiar figure, as if if she looked at it for a while longer, she would

Lose yourself.

She looked away and looked at the Master of the Golden Sword with a solemn expression, frowning slightly. Obviously, the strange aura of the Master of the Golden Sword also frightened her.

At this time, the Golden Sword Master's hair was disheveled and his whole body was covered with bloody scars. However, his whole body emitted a golden soft light and his face was kind, as if he was a great monk or a great Buddha who wanted to help people out of the sea of ​​suffering.

A soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he gently raised the golden sword in his hand. Suddenly, the golden aura of the entire Blue Sky Lake rushed towards the master of the golden sword crazily. There was a man hundreds of feet long, wearing a golden coat all over his body.

A strange Buddha with a green face and fangs appeared behind the man with the golden sword.

The aura of Gangjin was still pouring towards the Golden Sword Master. Gradually, the figure of the shadow became more and more solid, and finally turned into an entity with a whole body of golden light.

At this time, Ao Xue, who had been silent until now, suddenly thought of something and exclaimed, ‘‘Dharma Minister of the Ming Dynasty! Chen Lang, hurry up and leave!’’

A golden sword condensed in the hand of King Ming's Faxiang, and terrifying auras vibrated in the lake like ripples.

The smile on the golden sword master's face stopped and he looked at Ao Xue indifferently.

Suddenly, Chen Lang's face changed, he pushed Zhao Wan'er away, and shouted to her: "Go quickly!"

At this moment, King Ming's Faxiang moved. He raised his arm slightly, grabbed the golden knife, and swung it towards Chen Lang without any fireworks.

Suddenly, a hundred-mile-long golden sword shadow struck Chen Lang in the middle.

Chen Lang blocked Zhao Wan'er behind him and poured all his soul power into the Yan Shui Sword. Ling'er's face was solemn, absorbing every bit of Chen Lang's soul power and controlling the power of the Yan Shui Sword to the maximum.

''boom--''

The Yan Shui Sword and the golden sword shadow collided directly. Chen Lang spat out a mouthful of blood. The golden sword shadow did not disappear, but was still attacking Chen Lang.

However, Chen Lang did not take a step back and resisted with all his strength. All his soul power poured into the Yan Shui Sword without any cost, because he found that Zhao Wan'er was still standing behind him. He wanted to speak, but now he had no extra strength to ask.

What's wrong with Zhao Wan'er? If he says one more thing, I'm afraid the attack will really fall on him in the next moment.

Zhao Wan'er took out a silver-white flute, looked at Chen Lang standing in front of him, and said decisively: "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

She used this silver-white piccolo to play a strange melody. Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from outside the Blue Sky Lake.
Chapter completed!