With a snort, Leng Xuan ignored these people and urged his body movements to rush towards Chunyang Palace. When he arrived at the mountain gate, he saw more than ten corpses lying on the ground. Judging from their costumes, they were all from Chunyang Palace.
disciple. Leng Xuan gritted his teeth secretly, and then continued to gallop towards the main hall of Chunyang Palace. Not long after, he arrived at the outer door of the main hall. As soon as he entered, Leng Xuan saw a man with his back to him holding a hand
A completely black knife slashed across the neck of an old man. With the blood spurting out, the old man covered his neck tightly with both hands and fell to the ground with a look of horror. He seemed to want to say something, but
All that came out of his mouth was 'Uh-huh!'
Looking at the back, Leng Xuan said coldly: "Are you Leng Xuan?" Upon hearing his question, the mysterious man immediately turned around.
Looking at the familiar face of the other party, the coldness on Leng Xuan's face became more and more intense.
At this time, I only heard the other party chuckle and say: "Yes, I am Leng Xuan. What? Are you also a disciple of Chunyang Palace?" Leng Xuan shook his head and said: "Don't care who I am. I only ask you, who are you?
Who?" The young man shook the sharp knife in his hand and laughed loudly: "I have already told you, my name is Leng Xuan, is it difficult to remember my name?"
Leng Xuan sneered and said, "You can fool others, but you can't fool me. Tell me why you want to blame Leng Xuan." The young man was slightly startled, then shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about." Leng Xuanshen said.
He took action, slowly tore off the three signs on his face, and said, "You should understand now, right?" Seeing Leng Xuan's true appearance, the young man was stunned. After a moment, he suddenly grinned.
He said: "You are finally here. In fact, I have been wondering when you will show up." Leng Xuan said coldly: "It's still the same question just now, who are you and why do you want to frame me?"
The young man waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I can't answer this question for you." Leng Xuan nodded and said, "In that case, I will use my own method to find the answer." When he finished speaking, his hand holding the sword slowed down.
Slowly he raised it and pointed it directly at the opponent. As his anger rose, a layer of red flames appeared on the sword. It was like a moving cloud, and the killing intent was astonishing.
Feeling Leng Xuan's anger, the young man obviously calmed down. He smiled slightly, then put away the knife in his hand, and said calmly: "I have long heard that you are the leader of the younger generation in the world of cultivation. Unfortunately, I have never been there.
I have a chance to fight with you." Leng Xuan said coldly: "Now we have it." The young man shook his head and said: "No, you are wrong, it is not the time for us to fight." Leng Xuan's face darkened and he hummed softly.
"Do you think I will let you go?" The young man laughed and said, "Of course you won't, but it's not your choice." As his words fell, dozens of masked men in black rushed towards him.
When he arrived outside the Chunyang Palace, the door was tightly surrounded. Leng Xuan's eyes were wandering, and he was confused in his heart, but he saw those masked men in black suddenly taking off all their clothes and scarves. At the same time, standing
The young man opposite him stretched out his hand and wiped his face, and instantly transformed into another person. He was a very handsome face, with extremely white skin, but it was the kind of bloodless paleness. If it weren't for the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes,
betrayed him, at first glance, this person really seemed to be only in his thirties. However, Leng Xuan knew very well that it is not difficult for people who have reached a certain level of cultivation to keep their appearance forever.