Time passed, and an hour passed quickly. Yuan Hai said with a worried face: "Will master and uncle be okay?" Leng Xuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, your master and uncle are both highly capable people."
, I'll be fine." As he said that, he suddenly heard screams coming from outside, and then he heard two Zen Ming Temple disciples outside the door saying in a deep voice: "Who are they?" However, they
As soon as the words fell, they turned into two screams. When Leng Xuan heard the sound, he couldn't help but frown, and then whispered to Yuan Hai: "Follow me closely later, don't go away." Yuan Hai
He nodded with a pale face. Then, Leng Xuan took out the Xuanyang Sword and walked slowly to the door of the wing. He took a deep breath, then opened the door suddenly and rushed out. Just before he
The moment he rushed out, dozens of cold lights condensed with true energy shot out from mid-air, instantly covering him. Seeing this, Leng Xuan flicked his wrist, and the Xuanyang Sword brought out a clanking sword sound, pouring out
He shot out countless sword lights to neutralize the opponent's attack. Then, he flashed, guarding Yuan Hai's side, and turned his eyes to the mid-air. Suddenly, he saw an old man in white robes and silver beard.
He stood upright in the air and stared at him with cold eyes. Leng Xuan said with a solemn expression: "Who are you?" The old man said in a cold tone: "You don't need to know who I am." Leng Xuan snorted:
"Do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?" The old man said coldly: "So what if I know? You will definitely die tonight anyway." After saying this, he raised his sword with his hands and raised it high above his head. In an instant, a bright beam appeared.
A green light shot up into the sky and instantly condensed into a huge sword light.
Leng Xuan's heart sank, and he turned around and said: "Run away!" After saying that, he grabbed Yuan Hai's shoulders and threw him away. Then, he moved and flew up, holding Xuanyang in his hand.
The sword burst out with a dazzling red light. When he activated his true energy with all his strength, a strong killing energy suddenly surged out from the bottom of his heart, swallowing up his mind instantly. He felt the gradually trance-like consciousness in his mind, and the coldness
Xuan knew something was wrong, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, the severe stinging pain made him sober up. When the dazzling green light above his head fell, Leng Xuan felt a shock all over his body, and a stream of blood.
He couldn't help but spurt out from his throat, and the Xuanyang Sword in his hand was also knocked away. Looking at Leng Xuan lying on the ground, the old man standing upright in the air sneered: "I said, you will die tonight.
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Leng Xuan struggled to stand up, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and stared at the old man with cold eyes. The energy in his body began to rotate crazily. At the same time, his eyes gradually flashed a red color. In less than ten seconds,
Within a few minutes, his eyes were completely replaced by the strange red color. The old man looked at it for a few times, and said with a slightly surprised look: "Bewitched?" After saying this, he turned his eyes, and a strange look appeared on the corner of his lips.
smile.
At this moment, dozens of Zen Ming Temple disciples were seen coming from all directions, and soon surrounded the old man. Regarding their arrival, the old man smiled coldly, with a look of contempt on his face. Then,
I saw him raising his hand, and with a faint green light, the Xuanyang Sword that had been left on the ground was immediately sucked into his hand. Then, holding the Xuanyang Sword, he flashed and rushed in