This old guy was hidden deep enough, and his existence was not discovered just now. Narrowing his eyes, Leng Xuan turned around and said, "Leave that old guy to me later, and you will be responsible for the others." Bo Hong said in a deep voice.
: "Do you want me to help you? That guy is in the late stage of Mahayana cultivation. I'm afraid you can't handle it alone." Leng Xuan shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, even if I can't defeat him, I can delay it for a while. You guys
Get rid of the others as soon as possible, and then come and assist me." The last time he was in Yanjing Mountain, he had fought to the death with Li Xiuyi, who also had late Mahayana cultivation, so he was confident enough to hold off that cultivation elder, Bo Hong.
He nodded and said, "Okay, then, be careful." Leng Xuan took a deep breath, then took a step forward to face Xiucheng. Seeing him approaching, Xiucheng's eyes suddenly showed a trace of contempt,
He smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "A young boy dares to go against me. I think you don't even know how to write the word death." Leng Xuan said calmly: "You will know after you try it." Xiucheng's eyes turned cold.
The aura of his whole body was instantly raised to the extreme. Under the aura that was like a surging wave, Leng Xuan stood as firm as a rock. However, his expression was not very good.
When Xiucheng's momentum was completely released, he realized that the person in front of him was probably a little more powerful than Li Xiuyi. Although both of them were strong men in the late Mahayana stage, Li Xiuyi had just entered the late stage of Mahayana, and the person in front of him was
This old man has reached the peak of the late Mahayana period. Not to mention Li Xiuyi, even the three ancestors of Jiutian Holy Palace may not be able to reach this level of strength. As he thought about it, Xiucheng moved his legs and slowly walked toward him.
Leng Xuan walked over. Every time he took a step closer, the pressure on Leng Xuan sank a little. However, with the full operation of the Heaven-defying Art, that pressure was quickly eliminated by him. Watching
Leng Xuan remained motionless and stood there with an indifferent expression. The corners of Xiucheng's lips raised slightly and he said, "It's interesting. No wonder Yuan Tao is not your opponent." After the words fell and he didn't see his movements, Leng Xuan felt his eyes blurred. Xiucheng
The figure had already appeared in front of him. Before Leng Xuan could make any move, a strong pressure had already surged from all directions, like a shackle, instantly trapping his body. This sudden change
, Leng Xuan's expression suddenly changed. At that moment, he quickly mobilized the true energy in his body and tried his best to break the shackles. However, no matter how hard he tried, the terrifying pressure never changed. At this time, Xiucheng's right hand had already been raised
He stood up and violently blasted towards his body.
Looking at Xiucheng's right hand that was approaching rapidly, Leng Xuan's heart sank to the bottom. Is this the difference in strength between the middle stage of Mahayana and the peak of late Mahayana? Why didn't he even have the strength to fight back? A series of questions flashed through his mind.
.At this critical moment, Long Lingzi's voice suddenly came from his mind: "Boy, that was not caused by his strength, but by the spiritual weapon. You should be able to break it with your Xuanyang Sword." Hearing this
After saying this, Leng Xuan immediately called out to Xuanyang Sword through his mind. In an instant, a dazzling red light burst out from his body, turned directly into a beam of light, and flew towards the top of his head. But there was a 'bang' sound.
There was a sound, as if something shattered. Leng Xuan, whose body was imprisoned, also found that the shackles disappeared instantly.