Chapter 614 Zhou Lang gets angry

"Ah!!! I don't believe it, I can't break your turtle shell!"

Tailong roared wildly, and his two gloved fists quickly hammered on the sword energy shield released by Zhou Lang. read

He looked like he would never give up until he broke it.

Zhou Lang's face turned cold. Tai Long had just mentioned the turtle shell.

This reminded him of his Xiaoba, who had protected him in a turtle shell so that he could escape. However, Xiaoba also did not know whether he was alive or dead, and there was no news at all.

Now Tai Lung said he wanted to break his turtle shell, which directly irritated Zhou Lang.

"My Xiaoba will not die. His defense is unparalleled in the world. There is no way he will die, ah!!!"

Zhou Lang's eyes were red, and he actually took the initiative to put away the sword energy shield.

"You have to pay the price for what you said!"

Zhou Lang thrust out his sword and collided with Tai Long's fist. A huge force knocked Zhou Lang back several meters away.

Zhou Lang distanced himself from Tai Lung and raised his sword directly.

Suddenly, a stronger and more violent sword energy swept across, and the powerful sword intention condensed into a sword blade around Zhou Lang.

In just a few breaths, thousands of swords were transformed.

"The will of the sword, ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Zhou Lang shouted angrily and pointed the sword in his hand at Tailong.

The nearly 10,000 energy blades transformed from the sword intent that were suspended around him suddenly shot towards Tai Lung like raindrops at the same time.

Just like a salvo of thousands of arrows in ancient wars, Tai Lung couldn't escape at all.

The entire third group of martial arts arena was surrounded by the sharp sword intent, and even the audience seats close to the third group of martial arts arena were affected.

Fortunately, a strong person quickly set up a barrier, so it didn't cause a catastrophe.

"What!"

Tailong's originally violent aura suddenly came to his senses under the pressure of this even more violent sword intent.

I finally felt scared.

His instinct told him that he would never be able to block this move.

"You can be proud of yourself if you can force the eleventh junior brother to use ten thousand swords to return to the clan.

When the sword under the stage saw this, the corner of his mouth curled up, and then he turned around and left.

He knew that this battle was coming to an end.

"I won't lose, I won't lose, the powerful Vajra Fist!"

Although Tai Lung was scared, he was not willing to fail like this.

He roared wildly, and the shadow of the baboon on his body suddenly increased several times in size.

He punched out, and the baboon's huge fist flew in the same direction.

At this moment, the rain of thousands of swords transformed by Zhou Lang's sword intention finally arrived, like missiles fired continuously, hitting the giant fist shadow of the baboon demon soul without interruption.

Brushing, brushing, brushing...

Bang bang bang bang...

This sword rain lasted for a full minute, and the entire third group's fighting stage was directly covered by dust, making it difficult for people outside to see what was going on inside.

The strong man who set up the barrier carefully retracted the barrier.

Only then did the dust in the sky dissipate, revealing the situation inside.

A figure holding a sword stood tall and tall, it was Zhou Lang. He was fine except for a slight breath at this time.

On the other hand, Tai Lung from the King of Fighters sect is as embarrassed as he is.

His clothes were ragged, he was originally wearing a vest, but now he was just a few pieces of cloth.

His body was covered with scars and bleeding, and he could barely maintain a half-kneeling position with one fist on the ground.

He was obviously seriously injured.

Zhou Lang didn't even look at Tai Long and directly put the sword back into the scabbard.

There was a soft ding sound, and the sword roar when the sword was sheathed was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Tai Lung finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Pfft!"

He couldn't help but spurt out a large mouthful of blood, and what little strength he had left was gone.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven...three, two, one, Tailong of the King of Fighters fell to the ground for ten seconds. It counts as admitting defeat. Jiange Jianshiyi wins."

The referee counted ten seconds, but Tyrone still didn't move.

Only then was Zhou Lang's victory announced.

Jian Shiyi is Zhou Lang's name in Jiange. This name is obviously more influential than Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang's expression remained calm and he walked directly off the martial arts stage.

Although defeating Talon made his anger dissipate a lot, it could not completely dissipate so quickly.

So he still needs to find a quiet place to relieve his mood.

The most important thing in practicing swordsmanship is the sword's heart. Any emotional problems are likely to affect his sword's heart, which may slow down his training speed or lead him to become possessed.

So Zhou Lang didn't dare to look down upon him.

"I take back what I said before. This brother of yours is indeed not a simple man. He was able to defeat Talon, who is in the sixth and fifth stages, with a level of six and four. His level of perversion is comparable to that of you."

Emperor Yan sighed, before he said that Zhou Lang might be in trouble.

Now it seems that his vision is indeed too narrow.

The further the level goes, the bigger the gap becomes. Although the gap between Level 6 and Level 4 and Level 6 and Level 5 is only a small level, it is also a gap that most people cannot overcome.

What's more, Tai Long is definitely at the top among his peers, and is by no means an ordinary sixth-level and fifth-level demon soul master.

But Zhou Lang can still defeat the strong with the weak, which shows the difference in talent and qualifications between the two sides.