As his words fell, more than a dozen cultivators immediately mobilized and faced the disciples of Tenglong Hall. The two sides were about the same number and similar in strength. As soon as they met, they were fighting together, and it was difficult to tell the winner. Leng
Xuan turned his eyes and saw Chu Lingtian and the other three being thrown to the ground. The five of them paid attention and immediately rushed forward to loosen the ropes around the three of them. "Are you okay?" Chu Lingtian forced a smile.
Leng Xuan said: "Fortunately, fortunately you came in time. If it had been a little later, you probably wouldn't have seen me." Leng Xuan said: "I told you a long time ago to be careful. Okay, you guys can rest first.
Yes, let me handle it here."
After finishing speaking, he stood up and locked his eyes on the middle-aged man again. The latter looked at him coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you in the same group?" Leng Xuan curled his lips and said calmly: "He is me
Friend." After a pause, he continued: "How have you considered my suggestion?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly and did not respond. Instead, he pulled out a ghost-headed sword and pointed towards Leng Xuan's head.
The top of his head was slashed. Facing the air-piercing wind of the sword, Leng Xuan stood still, motionless, without even raising his eyelids. When the ghost-headed sword was about to fall, Leng Xuan struck like lightning, using only two
The blade of the ghost-headed sword was clamped with his fingers. This change made the middle-aged man's face change greatly, and his eyes were full of horror. After the attack failed, he quickly drew the sword and retreated. However,
, the blade of the big knife was sandwiched between Leng Xuan's fingers, as if it was tightly imprisoned. No matter how hard he tried, he could never pull the blade out. At this moment, Leng Xuan's fingers suddenly loosened.
, and then, his body suddenly rushed forward, and he stepped in front of the opponent in one step.
The punch was thrown out, seemingly weak and limp. However, the moment the fist came into contact with the opponent's body, the middle-aged man's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body flew backwards.
He got out, fell heavily to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time. Seeing that the leader was injured, the other cultivators were suddenly shocked, and quickly withdrew and returned to the middle-aged man, surrounded him, and looked at him warily.
Leng Xuan. Leng Xuan looked at the other party indifferently and said: "I am not a person who kills indiscriminately, so I can give you another chance. Hand over your things and I will let you all go. But you have to remember
, you only have this chance, if you miss it, you will die."
Hearing this, a trace of hesitation suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's pale face. After a moment, he gritted his teeth, reached into his arms, took out something, and threw it towards Leng Xuan. When the thing was in hand,
, Leng Xuan took a closer look and found that it was indeed the strange ball stolen from the security company. Not only that, when the ball fell into his hands, he was surprised to find that the ball seemed to be a part of his body.
Again, that feeling cannot be expressed in words. While thinking about it, the group of cultivators opposite had already supported the middle-aged man and quickly retreated. After watching the other party leave, Leng Xuan turned to Cheng Guodong and Li Wei and said, "Let's go back too."
After burying the dead Tenglong Temple disciple, everyone spread out and headed towards the capital. However, before they had gone far, Leng Xuan felt a cold breath coming from not far away.