Suddenly, a loud roar came, and the golden black turtle on the golden light shield roared, accompanied by a roar like a dragon and an elephant, the golden light shield rays brightly and gradually stabilized.
Tang Mang didn't expect that the golden light shield was so powerful, and the cold light burst into his eyes. He had no time to think about it and shouted wildly: "I don't believe it, but I won't blow up your turtle shell."
The shouting was still there, and the star rushed forward with a meteor, all the power in the body burst out, and with all his strength, he slashed on the golden light shield with all his strength.
Boom?
The golden light shield cracked under the violent attack of Tang Mang. The golden black turtle was also dim and it was difficult to roar. After a while, it disappeared without a trace. The golden light shield was torn apart by the Fire Snake Sword in Tang Mang's hand.
Swish!
A sharp sword light passed by, and Ling Xiao felt like he was struck by lightning. His clothes burst out on his chest, and a narrow, deep bone-deep visible bone appeared. He was slashed with blood and was slashed away by Tang Mang's sword.
Bang!
It flew seven or eight feet long, falling from mid-air, Ling Xiao knelt on his knees, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't hold back his blood. He squirted out with a puff, and his face turned pale.
The sword just now not only caused him serious external injuries, but the sharp sword force also penetrated into his internal organs through the wound, causing him to suffer severe internal injuries.
And this was his desperate moment of evasion, otherwise this sword would probably cut him in half.
Quiet, absolutely quiet!
The whole audience can be heard.
No one spoke, almost everyone was shocked by the powerful strength shown by Tang Mang, and felt a thrilling and incredible.
At the same time, I was also filled with emotion when I saw Ling Xiao kneeling on the ground, covered in blood.
Who would have thought that the famous young master Ling Xiao, who was famous in Qianzhou, would be defeated, and would be defeated in a crushing defeat, at the hands of Tang Mang, a young man who only had the early stage of Kaiyuan Realm and was unknown.
Although Ling Xiao was defeated because of suppressing his cultivation, Ling Xiao's strength is indeed not as good as Tang Mang, and far inferior to Tang Mang at the same level.
This is obvious to all those present.
"Xiao'er!"
After a moment of dazed, Ling Zhankun came to his senses, shouted loudly, and shook his body and came to Ling Xiao, who was slumped on the ground and covered in blood.
When Ling Xiao saw Ling Zhankun coming to him, he endured the severe pain all over his body, raised his head slightly, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and said weakly: "Dad, don't worry, I can't die."
Although his injuries were severe, his body was strong and he could not die.
But today's defeat in the hands of Tang Mang, who is younger than him, will undoubtedly become a major stain in his life. Even if he kills Tang Mang in the future, this shame will be difficult to erase.
At this moment, under the eyes of countless people, Ling Xiao felt embarrassed, his face was extremely distorted, and he wanted to find a crack on the ground to get into it.
"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs, not to mention that you have suppressed your cultivation."
Ling Zhankun took out the healing pill and took it to Ling Xiao. He was afraid that Ling Xiao would be depressed by this blow, so he shouted softly.
"I see."
Ling Xiao nodded slightly, but his eyes were fixed on Tang Mang.
If his eyes could kill people, Tang Mang would have been dead for many times now.
He looked calm and did not have the joy of victory on his face. He was not afraid of Ling Xiao's cold eyes. He opened his mouth and said, "Young Master Ling Xiao, you are defeated."
The wind was light and the clouds were calm, but the simple words were a great humiliation. Ling Xiao was so angry that he was so sad that his throat was sweet. He opened his mouth and spit out blood again, his face becoming more pale.
"Don't think about it all, heal your wounds."
Ling Zhankun saw his son vomiting blood and said hurriedly: "Dad will avenge you."
He threw down a sentence and suddenly turned around and stared at Tang Mang. His eyes were extremely sarcastic, and his body was full of murderous intent. He said angrily: "Boy, how do you want to die?"
clang! clang! clang! clang!
As soon as Ling Zhankun finished speaking, the sound of weapons being unraveled.
Hundreds of warriors wearing silver soft armor and cold-looking faces all pulled out their swords at their waists, and their movements were neat and uniform, just like a well-trained iron-blooded army.
These people are from the Lord's Mansion of Donghuang City. They were adopted by Ling Zhankun since childhood. They were completely dead soldiers who obeyed Ling Zhankun's orders. As long as Ling Zhankun gave the order, they would rush forward and kill Tang Mang.
As countless people drew their swords, the solemn aura filled the scene, and the scene was tense. Everyone present held their breath and didn't know what would happen next.
Will Tang Mang die?
And will Luo Hanshan take action to rescue him?
After Luo Hanshan said a few words before, many people understood that Luo Hanshan admired Tang Mang very much.
At this moment, Ling Zhankun's cold voice came again: "Boy, I ask you how you want to die, is it cut into pieces? Or is it a thousand arrows piercing the heart?"
While speaking, he walked towards Tang Mang.
He walked slowly and quickly, but his powerful aura was oppressed with the rolling murderous intent, covering Tang Mang.
Tang Mang suddenly felt like he was carrying a mountain, his whole body was shocked and his expression was extremely solemn.
Ling Zhankun is in the half-step realm of the Heavenly Man Realm, and the momentum he emits is not something he can compete with.
At this moment, the crowd was silent when they saw Ling Zhankun strode towards Tang Mang.
Ling Xiao was seriously injured, and the crowd understood that Ling Zhankun was furious and was determined to kill, so he would never let Tang Mang go.
However, Ling Zhankun didn't take a few steps, Luo Hanshan's eyes suddenly shot at him and said coldly: "Competition of martial arts skills, there are naturally both losses and losses. Ling Zhankun, you have to respect yourself."
"I……"
Luo Hanshan was stumbled into one hand, and Ling Zhankun's aura was suffocated and his steps were also stopped.
Badao Luo Hanshan has a very high cultivation and terrifying strength. When he became famous, Ling Zhankun was not even born. Of course, Ling Zhankun dared not offend him, but he felt very hatred in his heart.
Luo Hanshan obviously did not take himself seriously.
The anger was held in my heart and it was hard to vent. Ling Zhankun could only stare at Tang Mang with a cannibalistic look.
Tang Mang's expression remained unchanged, and he ignored Ling Zhankun directly, turned around and bowed to Luo Hanshan not far away to thank him: "Senior, I remember the kindness of you, kid."
"Haha, it's a trivial matter, what's the point. Besides, if I don't take action, no one can do anything to you today."
Luo Hanshan laughed loudly, then his eyes turned and fell on Tuoba Yun.
Tuoba Yun felt something, looked up at Luo Hanshan, and grinned, "Hehe, why are you looking at me with a scathing look?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd present broke into a cold sweat for Tuoba Yun.
No one expected that Tuoba Yun was so bold and unscrupulous that he would dare to be called the old man Luo Hanshan.
Not only that, but also what about the stingy eyes?
In the eyes of the crowd, Tuoba Yun's words were completely like an old birthday star hanging himself and living impatiently.
Tang Mang was stunned when he heard Tuoba Yun's words, and at the same time he pondered: "Can the sloppy old man Tuoba Yun and the Badao Luo Hanshan be old acquaintances, and the two have a good relationship?"