Chapter 517 Fear of Flying Sword Domination

Lin Lang palmed his body again, and immediately let out a scream, and the Shangqing Sword was knocked back into his hand, and rushed into the crowd again without hesitation to kill wantonly.

On top of his head, the gold and blood pills floated in vain, bursting out with monstrous power, and the Shangqing sword was even more radiant and vibrated, turning into wisps of sharp sword energy, the sword intent surged like a tide.

Strong people such as the blood race rushed to respond to the enemy, and they also consumed a lot of cultivation when summoning the blood beast earlier, so it was difficult to host an effective attack. Without blood beasts, even the strong duke couldn't stop Lin Lang desperately.

"die!"

Lin Lang was surrounded by everyone in the center, assaulting from left to right, and all the powerful men used their unique skills to kill, no matter how brave Lin Lang was, it was still difficult to break through the encirclement of several people.

"Golden Elephant Fist!"

Lin Lang let out a low growl, and held the sword in his left hand, slashing forward and forward continuously, while the fist of his right hand was covered with a layer of gold. He punched Duke Ornes back step by step, every time he was knocked out, To spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, Lin Lang's attack did not end because of this. In his hand, the golden light on the fist that looked like the radiance of the sun surged again, and a vast wildness gushed out together.

On top of that fist, dazzling gold shrouded the sky, and its power was vast and surging. That was... the fourth form of the Golden Elephant Fist!

There are seven moves in the Golden Elephant Fist, and each move is twice as terrifying as the previous one. However, before the innate realm, Lin Lang could only use the first three moves at most, but now, he can use the fourth move of the Golden Elephant Fist. Mode!

boom!

The Duke of Ornes was directly smashed, his body exploded, and the sky was stained with blood. The only remaining Duke of the blood clan was about to burst into tears. Before the opportunity to avenge his clan came, a terrifying prairie fire completely engulfed him.

There were screams coming from the sea of ​​flames, and a figure ignited by the flames rushed out of the sea of ​​flames, slapping the flames on his body frantically. However, the passive fire couldn't be extinguished no matter what, and a charred corpse fell from the sky within a few breaths.

"Go to hell!"

The two people in the arbitration office saw that Lin Lang split two supernatural powers to deal with the two strong men of the dark castle. When the old power was gone and the new power was not born, the two made a bold move. One attacked Lin Lang's chest, and the other One launched a sneak attack from behind Lin Lang.

puff!

The light wings entered the body, and immediately pierced Lin Lang's chest. The light wings looked like something summoned by a pair of angels, but in fact, after decades of sacrificial training, they had become a reality, not inferior to a spiritual weapon.

Lin Lang's back was pierced by light wings, piercing out from his chest, and the holy wings were continuously dripping blood. Pain appeared on Lin Lang's face, but it was fleeting. His indifferent eyes looked at the pierced chest, and a sword light erupted from behind.

The light wings were directly cut into two sections, the angel with two wings suffered pain, and stepped back a few steps, Lin Lang was no longer in front of him. He rushed to the sky, but his expression became more and more serious.

"Where are people?"

The two-winged angel frowned, and the cardinal below suddenly changed his expression, exclaiming: "Behind you!" The two-winged angel hurriedly tried to turn around, but suddenly his back sank, like a mountain pressing down.

Lin Lang sat on the double-winged angel, holding a pair of broad palms at the base of the wings, and suddenly exerted force, only to hear a sound like cloth being torn, and the two wings on the back of the double-winged angel were violently torn off.

"die!"

Lin Lang's face was indifferent, and one of the wings held in both hands was still stained with a trace of blood. He adjusted the tip of the wing and thrust it hard into the head of the two-winged angel.

puff!

Winged angel, fall!

"Next is you."

Even though Lin Lang was seriously injured, he still had the same demeanor. His palm that covered the sky and the sun slammed down on the cardinal. That palm seemed to be a big hand that covered the sky, covering a large shadow. The cardinal raised his hand to hold it, not to be suppressed by the big hand.

At this moment, the Shangqing sword inserted obliquely on the canopy below suddenly buzzed, and turned back, the gorgeous sword light pierced the cardinal's forehead, his hands hang down weakly, and the big hand that covers the sky falls, crushing him into pieces Meat puree.

Cardinal, fall!

The last strong man in the full-spirited realm fell, and there were only a few strong blood clans and a few gods in the temple left.

"You are all going to die!"

Lin Lang took out a large amount of healing elixir from the space spirit ring and swallowed it, sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and tried his best to recover from his injuries. And beside him, a cyan sword roared, and under the control of a sliver of his will, it shuttled freely in the dark castle.

Every time the Shangqing sword roared, it would bring out a stream of blood rain, and a large number of strong men fell. All the gods in the entire dark castle have fallen, and the mid-level gods can't stop his sword power, and they have become dead souls under the sword.

"Kill him! Otherwise we will all die here!"

A strong blood clan said sharply.

However, even if he was at the first stage of the divine realm, he could hardly block the flying sword at all. In just one breath, his eyes widened and his head fell to the ground.

The remaining strong men rushed towards Lin Lang crazily, but there was a flying sword hovering beside him, and the ordinary strong men approached with the fate of being killed.

...

Not only the dukes and marquises of the vampires live in the dark castle, but also their relatives and living children, and there are also a large number of weak purebred vampires.

Now they ushered in a catastrophe.

The hovering flying sword is like a talisman, hovering endlessly in the dark castle, even if it hides in the storage box in the basement, it can be found, a sword pierces the heart! Every child of the blood clan felt the fear of being dominated by the flying sword!

Lin Lang sat cross-legged alone

Kong, the exploded half of his body began to heal slowly at this moment, new flesh replaced the necrotic muscles, and new granulation sprouted from the wound. This itchy and painful feeling made Lin Lang's face tremble continuously.

In addition, the blood pill above his head was quietly floating, and every time the Shangqing sword strikes, the blood pill grows stronger.

The massacre continued for an entire hour.

When Lin Lang stood up again, the injuries on his body had recovered in sevens and eighties, and the newborn skin was as tender and smooth as a baby.

But his weak face can't be changed, even if he has swallowed a lot of elixir to restore his physical strength, the deficit in this battle is too great, and he can't adjust it overnight.

At this time, the Shangqing sword had been sheathed again, and the entire dark castle was silent and dead. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, corpses were everywhere, and the dense forest below almost flowed into a river of blood, floating upwards, forming a long-lasting scene. bloody mist.