"You bastard, His Majesty is asking you, do you hear me?" the middle-aged man scolded, and the steel fist was directly sent to the opponent's body. There was a loud 'bang' sound, and the young man's body was immediately knocked away.
He got out and fell heavily to the ground, with blood pouring from his mouth.
"Are you going to tell me?" the middle-aged man asked coldly, and while asking, he kicked the other party hard. However, from beginning to end, the other party did not say a word, as if he was mute. At this time, he could only see the man sitting upright.
Venerable Huo stood up on his seat and said, "Okay, let me do it." Venerable Chunyang looked at the other person, smiled slightly and said, "I almost forgot, Brother Huo, haven't you practiced for a while?
Are you cultivating soul-catching skills? With the help of your soul-catching skills, this person must know everything."
Lord Huo smiled indifferently, then walked to the young man's side and put his hand on the other man's Heavenly Spirit Cover. However, at the moment when he was about to use the soul-stirring technique, the young man who lowered his head suddenly raised his head and put it on his head.
His eyes were fixed on Lord Fire. Immediately afterwards, he saw the young man holding steel fists with both hands and attacking Lord Fire fiercely. At such a close distance and so suddenly, Lord Fire had no time to react. The pair
The steel fist had already hit his body. With a 'bang' sound, the Fire Lord took five or six steps back before he could stabilize his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.
"Bold!" Faced with this sudden change, everyone in the tent finally reacted after a brief daze. Venerable Chunyang roared and prepared to take action. However, before his move could be used, a brilliant ray of light flashed out.
It suddenly struck him from behind and penetrated directly through his body. Looking at the bloody hole in his chest, Venerable Chunyang's face was full of disbelief.
"You..." Venerable Fire looked at the middle-aged man behind Venerable Chunyang in shock, his eyes full of horror, "You...who are you?" In fear, even his tone of voice changed.
He had to stutter. The middle-aged man was naturally Leng Xuan pretending to be Leng Xuan, and the young man was Leng Er.
Leng Xuan held the dark sword in one hand and said calmly: "Master Huo Zun, are you unable to guess the answer?"
"Are you...are you Lord Leng of Xuanyang Mansion?"
Leng Xuan raised the sword in his hand and did not reply, but his actions said everything. Looking at Leng Xuan and Leng Er who were gradually approaching, the already seriously injured Lord Huo involuntarily took two steps back. At this moment, he
No fighting spirit at all.
"Venerable Leng, we Lieyang Mansion and Xuanyang Mansion have no enmity, why are you doing this?"
Leng Xuan said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Why do you think I did this? Your Lieyang Mansion and Chunyang Mansion are mixed together, and you appear at the border with my Xuanyang Mansion. Lord Huo, do you really think I don't know about you?"
What do you want to do?"
"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings." Lord Huo said quickly: "We have no intention of attacking Xuanyang Mansion. You must have made a mistake." Leng Xuan shook his head and said: "I don't believe you."
"You... if you dare to kill me, you will not end well. Do you know who I am?" Seeing that his plea failed, Lord Huo immediately used threats. Leng Xuan said calmly: "I
I have no interest in knowing who you are, I only know that you will soon become a dead person."