The clone smiled and said: "Your man? Do you mean Leng Xuan?" He pursed his lips and said with a look of admiration and disdain: "I have to admit that he is indeed very powerful. If we fight with each other,
If so, I am not his opponent. However, as a truly strong man, in addition to strength, there is also this." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and nodded his head. Ning Xin'er frowned and said: "How do you know?
His name is Leng Xuan?" The clone smiled and said, "Of course I know, because I inherited many things from the original body, including memory."
Ning Xin'er snorted coldly: "So what? No matter how much you know, the result is still not the same. Just like your original body, you still lose after fighting." The clone shook his head and said: "He and I are not the same.
Same, and I am not comparable to him now. By the way, I just thought of a good name, from now on you can just call me King of Ten Thousands."
"The King of Ten Thousand People?" Ning Xin'er sneered and said, "Your taste is really low." The King of Ten Thousand People said calmly: "I'm just stating a fact. Now that I rule ten thousand people, can I follow me?"
Isn’t the name very suitable?" Ning Xin'er sneered at his words and said nothing more. After a while, Ning Xin'er suddenly heard a sound coming from above the basement, as if someone was fighting. "It's Leng Xuan.
." Ning Xin'er was secretly happy and thought: "It must be Leng Xuan who came to save me." However, as soon as she finished her thoughts, she was caught by the King of Ten Thousand People. Looking at the other party's indifferent expression, Ning Xin'er
Xin'er couldn't help shouting: "What are you going to do?" The King of Ten Thousand People smiled and said: "It's time for this show to end."
As time passed, there were more and more corpses on the ground, and the situation on Leng Xuan's side was not optimistic. In this bunker, like a closed space, facing mutants coming from all directions, Leng Xuan and the others except
There is no way to retreat. Compared to Franklin and the others, Leng Xuan and the others are in a much better situation. After all, as cultivators, they are much stronger than those werewolves. After a hard fight, Franklin and the others have already
More than twenty werewolves were killed by the mutants, and the remaining werewolves were slightly injured, making their movements somewhat inconvenient. Leng Xuan glanced at the battle situation and said in a deep voice: "Old Cheng, Tie Long, you two are in the rear,
Others follow me." After saying that, he picked up a broken stone pillar with both hands and rushed forward. Wherever the stone pillar went, large swaths of mutants were shot away. Soon, the surrounding area was cleared.
A clearing emerged. At that moment, Leng Xuan rushed forward, while Li Wei and other Tenglong Temple disciples were responsible for the two sides, covering the injured werewolves as they moved forward.
The crowd was moving very fast, and not long after, they found an exit. "Mr. Franklin, you take your people away first." Hearing this, Franklin shook his head and said, "No, we have to go together, we wolves
Are you greedy for life and afraid of death?" Leng Xuan said: "Mr. Franklin, now is not the time to argue about this. You should go back quickly. We will meet you later. Let's go quickly." Under his urging, Franklin had no choice but to go back.
He led his men to escape from the exit. Seeing the wolf clan members escaping safely, Leng Xuan breathed out, turned to look at the mutants chasing after him, frowned secretly, and said: "It's really a ghost."