In an instant, with just two soft "bang bang" sounds, his left and right hands burst open and turned into a rain of blood. Seeing his actions, Leng Xuan's expression changed. This guy is really brave enough. In order to get rid of
The Xuanyang Sword actually exploded in his hands. Before he had time to think about it, his mind moved, and the fallen Xuanyang Sword immediately flew back into his hands.
Holding a sword in one hand, Leng Xuan looked at the slightly embarrassed Witch God opposite him, and said, "Your hands are broken, and you won't get much benefit if you continue to fight, so why don't you just give up." In terms of the current situation, he seems to have
He had the upper hand, but that was not the case. From the beginning of the fight until now, he was not sure of defeating the Witch God. The only certainty was to hold the opponent back so that he could not attack the Mongolian people. Even if the Witch God was injured now, he was not 100%
He is sure to defeat his opponent. He knows that if they really have to fight for their lives, both of them will definitely lose. Such an ending is not what he wants. Therefore, instead of fighting the opponent desperately, it is better to seek peace in exchange for enough
time. Moreover, through the previous battle, he already knew the strength of the Witch God. As long as he was given some time and prepared in advance, he would be sure to repel the opponent.
Hearing Leng Xuan's words, the Witch God said nothing, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. After a while, he only heard him say in a cold voice: "What is your name?" Leng Xuan replied: "Leng Xuan." The Witch God said coldly: "
Very good, no wonder the Mengya tribe dares to provoke the Wu tribe, it turns out that there is a strong man like you." After a pause, he said coldly: "I will let you go today, but sooner or later, I will eliminate them all.
You people of the Mengya Clan." After saying this, he moved and flew straight towards the direction of the Wu Clan. After watching him go away, Leng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he put away the Xuanyang Sword and flew towards
Ziya and the others galloped away from where they were. At this time, Ziya was leading the Mengya tribe to wait for Leng Xuan's return. Seeing Leng Xuan fall from the sky, Ziya immediately went up to meet him and asked impatiently:
"Did the Witch God come just now?" Leng Xuan nodded and said, "Did you feel it too?" Ziya said nervously with a small face: "Where are the others?" Leng Xuan said with a smile, "Don't worry, he has already retreated." At that moment,
He briefly narrated what had just happened. After listening, Ziya looked at Leng Xuan with brilliant eyes. "I didn't expect you to be so powerful. You actually defeated the Witch God."
Leng Xuan smiled bitterly and said: "I am just lucky. In terms of strength alone, I am not his opponent." Ziya breathed out and said: "The Witch God is injured, and the people of the Wu clan will be unlucky." Hearing this, Leng Xuan said with a bitter smile.
Xuan asked in confusion: "Unlucky? Why?" Ziya said: "Summoning the Witch God requires a price. Just like the tooth spirit summoned by our Mongolian tribe, if the tooth spirit is damaged, then he must absorb Meng Ya
He used the vitality of his clan members to heal the injuries." Leng Xuan said in surprise: "What do you mean, if the witch god wants to heal his wounds, he must use the clansmen of the witch clan to sacrifice him?" Ziya nodded and said, "Yes.
.For this reason, we rarely summon the tooth spirit. Once the tooth spirit is damaged, our Mongolian tribe will suffer great losses." At this point, she raised the corners of her lips and said with a sweet smile: "This time
Thanks to you. Wu Yang thought that by stealing that artifact, the Witch God could easily destroy us, but he didn’t expect that you actually had the strength to injure the Witch God.”