Spirit Pet Creation Simulator

"Ah!!! I don’t believe it, you can’t break your tortoise shell!"

Tyrone roared loudly, and two fists with gloves were quickly released in Zhou Lang. sword qi Hammer on the shield.

I will never give up without breaking it.

Zhou Lang is expression turned cold, and Tyrone just talked about tortoise shells.

This reminded him of his Xiao Ba. At first, he was protected in a tortoise shell to let him escape, but Xiao Ba did not know his life or death because of this, and there was no news.

Now that Tyrone wants to break his tortoise shell, this directly stimulates Zhou Lang.

"My Xiao Ba will not die, his defensive power Unparalleled Beneath The Heavens, impossible will die, ah!!!"

Zhou Lang's eyes were red, and he took the initiative Put away the sword qi shield.

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

Zhou Lang stabbed a sword and hit with Tyrone’s fist, and a huge force shook Zhou Lang. Retreat to a few meters away.

A distance from Tyrone, Zhou Lang directly raised the sword.

Suddenly a more intense and violent sword qi swept away, and the powerful sword intent condensed a sword blade beside Zhou Lang.

In just a few breaths, thousands of swords have been transformed.

"Sword Dao Will, Myriad Swords Returning to Origin!"

Zhou Lang furiously shouted, and the sword in his hand pointed to Tyrone.

The nearly ten thousand sword intents that suddenly hovered beside him turned into energy blades, and moved towards Tyrone at the same time like raindrops.

Tyron couldn't avoid it, just like the ten thousand arrows fired in ancient battles.

The entire third group martial arts platform is surrounded by sharp sword intents, and even the auditorium near the third group martial arts platform is affected.

Fortunately, a strong guy hurriedly set up the Formation shield, which did not cause a catastrophe.

"What!"

Under the pressure of this more violent sword intent, Tyrone's original violent aura suddenly woke up.

I finally felt scared.

His instinct tells him that he can't stop this move.

"You are proud to be able to force the Junior Brother to use Myriad Swords Returning to Origin on the 11th."

When the sword under the stage saw it, the corners of his mouth raised, and then he turned around. I want to leave.

He knew that this battle was about to end.

"I won't lose, I won't lose, Vajra Fist vigorously!"

Although Tyrone was afraid, he was not reconciled to fail like this.

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

He blasted a punch, and the huge fist of the baboon illusory shadow moved towards the same direction.

At this moment, the rain of thousands of swords that Zhou Lang’s sword intent had turned into finally came, like a continuous missile, continuously shooting at the baboon ghost. Above the huge fist illusory shadow.

shua~ shua~ shua~ shua~ ……

peng~ peng~ peng~ peng~ ……

This sword rain has lasted for one Minute, the martial arts platform of the third group is directly covered by dust, so that people outside cannot see the situation inside.

The strong man who set the Formation shield cautiously retracted the Formation shield.

The dust in the sky dissipated, revealing the situation inside.

A silhouette holding a sword proudly and tall, it is Zhou Lang. At this time, there is nothing wrong with him except for a little panting.

On the other hand, Tyrone from the King of Fighters' gate was embarrassed and embarrassed.

The ragged clothes, originally wearing a vest, have now turned into a few pieces of cloth.

The whole body is covered with scars, and the blood is flowing unstoppable, so I can barely maintain a half-kneeling posture by pressing a fist on the ground.

Obviously suffered a serious injury.

Zhou Lang didn't even look at Tyrone, and directly inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

There was a light sound of ding, and the sword groan when the sword was sheathed was like the last straw overwhelming a camel, and Tyrone finally couldn't hold it.

"Pu chi!"

He couldn't help but spurt a large mouthful of blood, and the remaining strength was gone.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one, the king of fighters gate Tyrone fell to the ground for ten seconds, it counts as a surrender, and Sword Pavilion Jian Shiyi wins."

After the referee counted for ten seconds, Tyrone still did not move.

This announced Zhou Lang's victory.

Jian Shiyi is Zhou Lang's name in the Sword Pavilion. 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 Tyrone made his anger dissipated a lot, the impossible dissipated so quickly.

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

The most important thing to cultivate sword dao is the sword heart. Any emotional problem is very likely to affect his sword heart. From the slow down of the cultivation speed, the cultivation deviation is also possible.

So Zhou Lang did not dare to take it lightly.

"I took back the words before, you brother is really not simple, you can beat the sixth rank fifth-rank Tyrone with a fourth-rank sixth rank, and the degree of abnormality is comparable to what you have."

Flame Emperor sighed, before he said that Zhou Lang might be in trouble in this game.

It seems that his vision is indeed too narrow.

The lower the rank, the greater the gap. Although the fourth rank of the sixth rank and the fifth rank of the sixth rank are only a small gap, they are also an insurmountable gap for the overwhelming majority.

Even more how, Tyrone is definitely Peak's within the same level, and it is definitely not the average sixth rank Monster Soul Master.

But Zhou Lang can still use the weak to defeat the strong, which shows the difference between the innate talent aptitude of the two parties.