Seeing this, the latter raised a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then put his hands together. Suddenly, as the surging momentum on his body surged, a dazzling purple light overflowed from his hands, covering his whole body.
. Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward with his feet, and his body was like lightning, heading straight towards the sword light.
The moment the two touched each other, a loud noise suddenly spread in the night sky. At the same time, a powerful wave of air also spread. Leng Xuan, who was standing upright in the air, felt a sweetness in his throat.
A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out. "So strong." Leng Xuan's face darkened slightly. It was indeed a bit difficult to fight against the middle stage of integration with his distracted cultivation. After thinking about it, the third transformation of Weeping Blood was instantly activated, and the blood on him was
His momentum immediately skyrocketed. Feeling his sudden increase in momentum, the old man snorted coldly: "No matter how many tricks you use, it's just a desperate struggle." After saying this, he turned around and started to spin in mid-air.
Moreover, his rotation speed became faster and faster, forming one small tornado after another. After a moment, the old man let out a soft vomit, and dozens of tornadoes immediately rushed towards Leng Xuan from all directions. In the blink of an eye,
Leng Xuan was trapped in the middle with no way to escape. Looking at the approaching tornadoes, Leng Xuan frowned slightly and quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.
At this time, the tornadoes suddenly accelerated and gathered together suddenly, rolling Leng Xuan's body in. Suddenly, Leng Xuan felt a violent vibration in his body, and it was spinning randomly in mid-air with the tornadoes.
. He tried to break out of it, but under the strong wind of the tornado, he found that his hands and feet seemed to be out of control, and he could not move. Just as he was struggling, the old man opposite raised his lips.
, with a hint of sneer, his hands quickly moved the magic spells. In an instant, loud noises were heard in the air one after another, and the tornadoes hovering in the air exploded one by one.
After the turbulent air wave receded, Leng Xuan's body was seen falling straight from mid-air, and then with a 'bang' sound, a deep pit was made on the ground. He was following two other old men not far away.
When Feng Lie, who was fighting, saw this, his expression suddenly became cold, and he immediately rushed towards Leng Xuan. However, before he could reach Leng Xuan, he was blocked by the two old men. Feng Lie said coldly: "Looking for death.
"After he finished speaking, he raised his hands, and with a dazzling blue light, his hands turned into two thick dragon claws.
Seeing this, the expressions of the two old men changed slightly, and then they quickly retreated. After the previous battle, they knew that with their own cultivation, they were no match for Feng Lie in a head-on attack, so they did not take the initiative to take the offensive.
Instead, they surrounded Feng Lie, constantly causing trouble for him, making him unable to save Leng Xuan.
After passing a group of people, Leng Xuan slowly stood up from the pit, and then wiped the blood on his face. At the same time, the old man who had fought with him slowly fell from mid-air to the opposite side of him and faced him.
He sneered and said: "Boy, accept death." After saying that, he flew up, raised one hand high, condensed a beam of cold light, and struck towards Leng Xuan's head. However, when the beam of cold light was about to touch Leng Xuan, he sneered.
When Xuan's body was lifted, the old man's expression suddenly changed, and his face was full of pain, and his movements also slowed down.