For a moment, there were only screams one after another. In less than a moment, more than thirty disciples of the Zen Temple were killed by the old man. Leng Xuan, with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Stop!" After finishing his words,
He suddenly moved his body and rushed towards the old man. However, before he could rush forward, the old man opened his hand and directly sucked Yuan Hai not far away. Leng Xuan saw this
, immediately stopped his forward movement and said in a deep voice: "Let him go."
The old man smiled coldly and put the Xuanyang Sword in his hand directly on Yuan Hai's neck. Leng Xuan stared at him with red eyes and uttered three words again: "Let him go. If you want to kill him, kill me." The old man shook his head.
He shook his head and said: "Originally, I was planning to take your life, but now, I have changed my mind." After saying that, he laughed twice, ignoring Yuanhai's frightened eyes, and slowly pulled the Xuanyang Sword from his hand.
across his neck. In an instant, blood surged out from Yuan Hai's neck. Yuan Hai opened his mouth and choked a few times, as if he had something to say, but could not spit out a word. The old man smiled coldly,
Then he let go of his hand. Immediately, Yuan Hai's body tilted and collapsed on the ground. He twitched a few times and then became motionless.
Looking at Yuan Hai who was brutally killed by the old man, Leng Xuan's heart suddenly surged with a desire to kill. He clenched his steel teeth, and from time to time he made a sound like a beast's roar. And the crimson look in his eyes
The color became more and more intense, reaching an extreme in an instant. When the red color gradually receded, Leng Xuan's eyes had completely turned into blood red, strange and ferocious. Those blood-red eyes were filled with
The naked killing spirit. Under the gaze of these bloody eyes, the old man standing opposite felt a hint of fear, and involuntarily took a step back with his feet. The old man frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his retreat.
. He took two steps forward, put his hands behind his back, and raised his head to meet Leng Xuan's bloody eyes.
At this time, there was only a flash of blood, and Leng Xuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the place. When he appeared again, he was less than one meter in front of the old man. He held a steel fist in his hand, and in a wave
Wrapped in blood-red light, it slammed directly at the old man. Upon seeing this, the old man smiled coldly, then raised his hand to meet Leng Xuan's steel fist. Suddenly, there was a loud bang,
Leng Xuan's body was instantly lifted up and fell into the side room behind him. Although Leng Xuan was repelled, the old man's face became ugly. He raised his right hand and saw
The tiger's mouth was shattered and blood flowed. He looked coldly at the damaged wing, snorted coldly, and then walked towards the wing. However, at this moment, he saw a dazzling light suddenly emerge in the night sky in the distance.
The light lasted for a very short time and almost disappeared in a flash. The old man frowned and said coldly: "I'll let you go this time." As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and disappeared into the night.
.Shortly after he left, Leng Xuan slowly walked out of the damaged wing with a bruised body. He looked around and saw that the old man was no longer there, and he couldn't help but let out a few unwilling roars.
Immediately afterwards, he walked to Yuan Hai, picked up the Xuanyang Sword on the ground, and stroked Yuan Hai's gradually cold face with his trembling right hand.