Kryptonian cultivation, invincibility starts from opening the Demon Suppression Tower

Just as Xue Mengya was celebrating her victory in advance with joy, a very strong halo suddenly burst out from Tuoba Moyu, who was originally flying and spitting blood and seemed to have been defeated.

The halo was dazzling, like a dazzling sun, instantly illuminating the entire ring.

And Xue Lingling, who wanted to take advantage of the victory and establish the victory in one fell swoop, was hit by an invisible huge force at the moment of being enveloped by this sudden halo, and vomited blood and flew out of the ring.

"Sister!" Xue Mengya screamed in horror, her voice full of worry and fear.

"Senior Sister Lingling!" The disciples of the Blood Sword Sect also shouted in unison, their voices full of anxiety and concern.

But no one was as fast as Shen Lang.

As early as the moment Xue Lingling was shaken away by the powerful force, Shen Lang flew out like an arrow from a string to pick her up.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he crossed the distance in an instant, showing extraordinary speed and reaction ability.

Shen Lang quickly separated a trace of spiritual power, carefully entered Xue Lingling's body, and concentrated on checking her injuries.

"How is the situation? Is the injury serious?"

Everyone gathered around anxiously and asked anxiously.

Everyone's eyes were full of worry and concern.

"The meridians were broken by the shock, and the spiritual energy in the body was running around, which was difficult to control. I have a high-quality healing pill here. Feed her a few first to stabilize the injury. Don't go on the stage again before the injury is healed."

Shen Lang's face was solemn and his tone was serious.

Shen Lang really didn't expect Tuoba Moyu's final burst to be so powerful. This blow directly beat Xue Lingling half to death.

But on this stage, injuries are extremely common, and it's not easy to say much.

It's just that the draws in succession were too weird.

First, he drew Murong Jian, who was not an easy character to deal with; then he let Xue Lingling and Tuoba Moyu, two powerful people, meet.

All these things were strange no matter how you looked at them.

If you say that there is no one secretly doing tricks, Shen Lang will never believe it even if he is beaten to death.

It must be that disgusting dog Zhou Kai who is making trouble again. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't make trouble every day, as if he is uncomfortable if he doesn't make trouble for a day.

When Shen Lang thought of Zhou Kai's face, he felt disgusted and angry.

Above the ring, the referee elder used all his spiritual power and announced loudly: "In this competition, Tuoba Moyu wins!" The voice was like a huge bell, resounding throughout the arena.

As soon as Shen Lang raised his head with the loud voice, he saw Tuoba Moyu, with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking at him sadly.

Tuoba Moyu's eyes were full of complex emotions, including helplessness, guilt, and a trace of unspeakable pain, as if she had suffered great injustice.

"Why can you be so caring and gentle to everyone, but you have to reject me so resolutely? Aren't you already bound by the Taoist couple line? Why do you still have to pull and tangle with other women?"

Her voice was filled with anger and resentment, her eyes were red, and tears were swirling in them.

"Is it that anyone can get your favor, but I can't anyway? Why? Why exactly?"

Tuoba Moyu shouted hoarsely, his body trembling slightly because of excitement, his hands clenched tightly, as if trying to restrain his emotions.

Shen Lang still held the fainted Xue Lingling in his arms, but his eyes were looking at Tuoba Moyu, whose eyes were red and sad.

There was also a Xue Mengya next to him, staring at Shen Lang with wide eyes, and she looked like if you dared to leave my sister and go to her, we would be done with each other from now on.

Xue Mengya bit her lips tightly, her body tensed, like a small animal ready to attack at any time.

Shen Lang looked helpless, and hurriedly said: "No, listen to my explanation, she was seriously injured just now, her life was at stake, I just acted out of instinct to save her..."

Shen Lang's voice was anxious and flustered.

"Am I not injured? In your eyes, you can only see her, and you can never see me, right?"

Tuoba Moyu's voice trembled, trying her best to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. The blood was particularly glaring on the back of her white hand.

Then, she turned around and left with great loss, and every step seemed so heavy and difficult.

Even if she won this competition in the end, she was still as miserable as a loser who suffered a miserable defeat.

Shen Lang looked at Tuoba Moyu's lonely back, and felt a surge of pity in his heart. He hurriedly and carefully handed the unconscious Xue Lingling in his arms to Xue Mengya, and prepared to raise his feet to chase Tuoba Moyu.

But before he could make any move, Xu Tianqi suddenly jumped out like a ghost.

"Brother, why are you still here? It's your turn to compete on the ring soon. Time is running out. Come back with me!"

Xu Tianqi looked anxious, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Shen Lang's sleeve and pulled it hard.

Looking at Tuoba Moyu's gradually receding and getting smaller and smaller back, Shen Lang's eyes were full of helplessness and anxiety, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Then, he concentrated his mind and sent a private message to Tuoba Moyu:

"It's not what you think. I'm in a special situation right now. I'm about to get on the ring for a competition. Time is tight and I really don't have the resources to do it. But don't worry, after I finish this competition, I will go there as soon as possible. I’m looking for you to explain things clearly to you!”

Shen Lang's tone was sincere and urgent, hoping that Tuoba Moyu could hear what he was saying.

Xu Tianqi hurriedly dragged Shen Lang back. As they hurried back, they happened to hear the referee of their arena shouting:

"In the next round, please invite Lingxiao Jiange disciple Shen Lang to come on stage and draw lots to select your opponent." The referee's voice was loud and serious.

Shen Lang flashed and jumped onto the stage without hesitation. He casually pulled out a lottery ticket from the box and quickly handed it to the referee.

The elder referee took the lottery, glanced at it, and then announced loudly: "In this competition, Shen Lang, a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, will fight against Zhou Kai, a disciple of the Tiandao Alliance."

The voice of the elder referee echoed throughout the venue and reached everyone's ears clearly.

He actually got Zhou Kai?

Shen Lang was filled with surprise, his brows were knitted tightly together, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Since the Zhou family has such a powerful ability to manipulate the results of the lottery, why would they send Zhou Kai to him?