Looking at the man in white in front of him, Jiang Hai was stunned for a while, then he came to his senses and exclaimed in surprise: "Junior brother, it's you!"

No wonder he was so surprised that Shen Lang disappeared for six or seven years and did not appear. Jiang Hai and Lu Yuan also suspected that he had encountered an unexpected situation.

If it weren't for an accident, it should have gone to other continents and avoided war.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang would appear at this time, and his cultivation level was still at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, which was incredible. How long has it been since his junior brother been born? Jiang Hai suspected that something was wrong with his eyes for a moment.

"Senior brother, it is not advisable to chat here, and then reminisce about the past after the battle is over." Shen Lang said in a deep voice.

"Okay!" Jiang Hai nodded immediately.

The huge Ice Po Mountain has caused a sensation on the battlefield.

Donglin people with high cultivation can basically recognize Bingpo Mountain. Donglin's three most important treasures have been famous for a long time, but now they have fallen into the hands of Yunjian people?

In order not to affect the morale of the army, no news of Wang Wenshan and Liu Tianming's death in the senior management of the Donglin Cultivator Alliance has been spread.

The monks from Zhonglin are not mentally retarded. Bingpo Mountain is in the hands of Yunjian people, which can only explain one problem, that is, Liu Tianming is dead.

Even a great monk of the level of the Fengyue Demon would have to spend a lot of effort to deal with Liu Tianming, the third elder of Donglin. Unexpectedly, besides him, there would be such a powerful monk in Yunjian North Land.

Without saying a word, Shen Lang transformed into a giant ape in Qingshan, waved Bingpo Mountain and began to attack the monks in the Donglin Nascent Soul stage in the battlefield.

The monks in Donglin changed their qualities one after another.

"Thank you brothers Shen Lang for your help, Xuanyuan Hong thanks on behalf of the Northland Cultivator Alliance!"

Seeing Shen Lang showing his power, Xuanyuan Hong was overjoyed and shouted.

Originally, Xuanyuan Hong was ready to sacrifice for Juquemen, and his mood was still a little tragic. He never dreamed that Shen Lang would suddenly appear on the battlefield for a long time, and his combat power was so terrifying.

"Hurry up, you guys go and deal with that Shen Lang first!"

The commander of the Donglin Army, the old man with yellow hair yelled.

The lonely monk in Donglin's Nascent Soul stage would almost be killed by Shen Lang if he could hardly meet him. The old man with yellow hair showed a hint of horror. This man's strength was too amazing.

Several early-stage cultivators of the East Lin Yuanying launched a fierce attack on Shen Lang. Shen Lang activated the Jiuli Sword Formation to protect his body, and the giant ape swung the Ice Po Mountain and smashed it wildly.

"Dong!"

Soon, a monk in the East Lin Yuanying stage was killed by Bingpo Mountain.

"hiss!"

Several monks in the Donglin Nascent Soul stage who besieged the giant ape had numb scalps. Shen Lang was too fierce and they could not stop them at all.

Even if they attack together, they cannot break through the defense of the Jiuli Sword Formation, and it is almost no threat to the giant ape.

As long as the giant ape attack is hit, it will be a dying rhythm.

"roar!"

The giant ape opened its wide mouth and fangs and let out a huge roar that shook the sky. The attack became more and more violent. In a blink of an eye, another monk from the East Lin Yuanying stage was killed by Bingpo Mountain.

Seeing that the giant ape was so violent, the monks in the Nascent Soul stage in the east were a little timid.

Xuanyuan Hong yelled: "The Nascent Soul Stage monks of the Northern Land Alliance obeyed the order and quickly cooperated with fellow Taoist Shen Lang to kill these East Lin Nascent Soul Stage monks!"

As soon as the roar fell, the Nascent Soul cultivators from the North Land flew over and began to assist Shen Lang.

In fact, it is not necessary for their assistance, Shen Lang can deal with these Donglin monks alone.

The giant ape was like a god of killing on the battlefield, and there were more than eight monks in the Donglin Nascent Soul stage who died at his hands.

With the cooperation of the cultivator in the Northern Soul stage of the North Land, Shen Lang regained his human form to avoid excessive consumption and put away the Jiuli Sword Formation.

He took out the Qixuan Qin and started playing the Qixiong Yin.

"Spray!"

A large number of crisscrossing green sword lights suddenly surged out from the Baiyu Yaoqin, strangling towards the monks in the East-Linying Nascent Soul Stage.

The Qixuan Qin consumes relatively little spiritual power, and the power of spitting the turtle is only a little worse than that of the Jiuli Sword Formation. Before Shen Lang broke through the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the power of spitting the turtle is stronger than that of the Jiuli Sword Formation.

However, since the Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Classic broke through the eighth level, the power of the sword formation was higher than that of spitting light, but the consumption was greater and it was not suitable for long-term defying enemies.

Shen Lang used quiet to control his movements and played the Qixuan Piano. The blue sword lights in the sky rushed away like waves.

In a blink of an eye, two more monks from the East Lin Yuanying stage died at his hands.

Xuanyuan Hong and other cultivators in the Northern Land Yuanying stage swallowed, and their eyes were full of shock. Not only did Shen Lang's cultivation increase sharply, but his strength had reached a point that even they could not imagine.

After three or five, only the last one died in the Donglin army, the twelve Nascent Soul-stage cultivators, that is, the old man with yellow hair in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

"No... impossible!"

The old man with yellow hair had his head spinning like he was hit by a heavy hammer.

The battle situation that was clearly still guaranteed to win just now actually took a 180-degree turn. All the Nascent Soul cultivators on Party B died, leaving only himself as a commander.

Just by killing Shen Lang and the other person in the middle of the journey, the situation of the battle will change so drastically. It is obviously in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, why is this kid's strength so amazing?

Taking advantage of the moment when the old man with yellow hair was panicked, Shen Lang transformed into Lei Peng and flashed behind him with a thunder escape technique.

"Old guy, surrender, otherwise you will be the one who is on the ground!" Shen Lang's face turned cold, and a Thunder Spectrum Lightsword was already on his neck.

Xuanyuan Hong and other Nascent Soul cultivators also surrounded the old man with yellow hair and kept him from escaping.

The old man with yellow hair was so scared that he trembled all over and said, "Go for free... and spare my life! Don't kill me!"

This guy was awesome before, but now he begs for mercy when he sees something wrong. It's ridiculous.

Xuanyuan Hong said with a contemptuous look: "What a waste, I killed you and dirty my hands!"

"Brother Xuanyuan, you can deal with this person." Shen Lang handed over the old man with yellow hair to Xuanyuan Hong.

Xuanyuan Hong used a forbidden magic technique to control the old man with yellow hair.

"Thank you! Fortunately, Brother Shen joined the battle, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Brother Shen's kindness is beyond repaid!" Xuanyuan Hong's eyes showed a hint of gratitude, and his tone was also a hint of awe.

Not only him, but also the monks in the Northern Soul stage of the Northern Soil stage also developed a sense of awe.

"Don't thank me. Shen is also an elder of Tianquan Sect. This battle is a matter of duty. Let's talk about some things later. Let's clear out these remaining defeated soldiers first." Shen Lang said in a humble and arrogant manner.

"good!"

Xuanyuan Hong immediately issued a military order, and the Northern and Northern Alliance army began to pursue the victory.

Seeing that the commander had been captured, the Nascent Soul Stage boss was dead, and the Donglin army was completely in chaos, fleeing and scattering.

The battle situation turned into a unilateral massacre, and the Alliance soon suppressed the Donglin army and killed frantically.

Soon, the battle ended and the Alliance won a great victory.

Xuanyuan Hong was overjoyed and immediately ordered his disciples to prepare a celebration banquet, inviting Shen Lang and the Yuanying cultivators in the Northland.
Chapter completed!