Before the man in white had finished speaking, he saw a flash of red light in the young man's eyes, so cold that he had no trace of human emotion. He didn't even see how he moved. He rushed towards the four men in white and raised his sword towards them.
Stab away.
Seeing the cold sword tip coming towards them, the faces of the four men in white turned pale instantly. Although they had the intention to avoid the attack, they found that their bodies could not keep up with the rhythm of their brains. When the sword tip was about to penetrate, they found that their bodies could not keep up with the rhythm of their brains.
When they were about to touch their bodies, a golden light suddenly struck from the side and hit the sword accurately, causing the sword to bounce away. Upon seeing this, the young man immediately turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the golden light. Suddenly,
I saw a monk wearing gray robes and with a bald head flying over from a distance. The monk was about forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a plain appearance, and an indifferent expression. As he approached the young man, the monk
Holding the Buddha's gift in his hand, he said calmly: "Amitabha! Donor, I don't know what grudges they have against you, why do you want to kill them?" Facing his inquiry, the young man said nothing, except for his red eyes.
Lai Yue Liang. At this time, the four men in white rushed behind the monk and said: "Master, he is Leng Xuan. He killed many disciples of our Lingyun Palace some time ago, and now he comes here to cause trouble. Master, you
With advanced cultivation, we must get rid of this villain with blood-stained hands." Hearing this, the monk's eyes brightened slightly, and he suddenly said: "So you are Leng Xuan." After a pause, he continued: "Donor Leng, I'm here
Jingwu is a disciple of Dajue Temple and studies under Abbot Huijue, so Donor Leng should know him."
However, no matter what he said, Leng Xuan didn't react at all. The four men in white urged: "Master, stop talking nonsense to him, just kill him." Jingwu frowned slightly, obviously not interested in the four men.
The man in white was a little dissatisfied with his words. Seeing that Leng Xuan didn't reply, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he walked towards Leng Xuan. However, as soon as he took two steps, Leng Xuan raised his hand.
The Xuanyang Sword assumed an offensive posture. Seeing this, Jingwu had to stop his steps.
At this time, the four men in white seemed to realize that Jingwu had no intention of killing Leng Xuan. They whispered a few words, then spread out their bodies and galloped away into the night sky. Seeing that they were about to escape, Leng Xuan immediately rushed
past. However, Jingwu blocked his way first. Leng Xuan's face turned cold when he saw this, then he shook his wrist and attacked Jingwu with his sword. Jingwu tiptoed a little, and his figure was like a flying figure.
The fallen leaves quickly flew back. But Leng Xuan did not give up. With a flick of his wrist, several sharp sword lights poured out, attacking Jingwu quickly. Jingwu's sleeves and robes danced, and a wave of
Golden light burst out immediately, forming a barrier in front of him, blocking all the sword light.
After the previous contact, Jingwu also discovered that something was wrong with Leng Xuan. Seeing Leng Xuan attacking again with a sword, he turned around and no longer accepted the challenge, but galloped away into the distance. After more than ten minutes of pursuit
, Leng Xuan suddenly stopped, then turned around and ran back. However, as soon as he rushed out more than a hundred meters, Jing Wu chased him from behind and launched a fierce offensive against him. However, when Leng Xuan
When he was about to counterattack, Jingwu suddenly stopped and turned around and ran away in the previous direction. In this way, every time Leng Xuan was about to give up the pursuit, Jingwu would turn around and catch up, using attacks to attract Leng Xuan's
focus, and then continue to move forward with him.