Chapter 4663: God Bless Ouyang 6
There was someone at home during the day, why is there no one there now? And what's weird going on here? Why do some people set fires and no one saves them? Could it be that they burned the house and escaped because they wanted to avoid themselves? Just as he was thinking about it, he heard another scream from a little girl from a house not far away.
Leng Xuan heard the sound and rushed towards the house immediately. When he was about to rush to the front, the door of the house was slammed open and shot straight at him. Seeing this, he did not dodge or evade, and directly clenched his fist and smashed the door into pieces. After the door shattered, a sturdy middle-aged man suddenly appeared in Leng Xuan's line of sight. In the hands of his middle-aged man, he was holding a little girl.
The little girl was not very old, about thirteen or fourteen years old. At this moment, he was lifted up in mid-air, with tears all over his face. Leng Xuan said solemnly, "Who are you?" The middle-aged man said nothing, but the murderous aura in his eyes became more and more intense. Leng Xuan snorted lightly, then moved his body, clenched his fists and rushed towards the middle-aged man. "Long Qianjun!" With a low roar, a brilliant golden light suddenly emerged from Leng Xuan's steel fist, condensing into a ferocious dragon head. The middle-aged man sneered, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes. When Leng Xuan attacked before and after, he raised his fist as big as a casserole, and faced Leng Xuan's steel fist with a fierce momentum. Suddenly, only hearing a loud 'bang', Leng Xuan's body was directly knocked out by the opponent, and fell into a house behind which was swallowed by fire.
The middle-aged man shook his head, spit out a mouthful of spit in disdain, then turned and walked out. However, he just walked a few steps when he heard a low voice from the firelight: "Stop." The middle-aged man turned his head and saw that Leng Xuan came out of the firelight with torn clothes. And he was wrapped in a scorching flame. Feeling the temperature of the flames, the middle-aged man's brows slightly raised. Then, he stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and made a provocative action. Leng Xuan squinted his eyes, his feet were a little on the ground, his figure was like a ghost, and he instantly flashed to the middle-aged man. Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands, and the hot flames immediately gathered in front of him, condensing into a blade of flame. Seeing that the blade of flame attacked, the contempt in the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly subsided. With five fingers, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out, instantly condensing into a strange claws. Then, he stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the sword of flame. However, at the moment when the two touched, the scorching flames immediately spread to the middle-aged man along the sharp claws of the white light. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man's body was enveloped in a raging flame. At this moment, Leng Xuan turned around, rushed to the middle-aged man's side, and snatched the little girl from his hand.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly when he saw this, ignoring the flames on his body, chasing directly behind Leng Xuan, clenched his fists and slammed into his back. But when he heard a loud bang, Leng Xuan opened his mouth and spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body flew into the distance like a kite with a broken string. When he fell, in order to prevent the little girl from getting hurt, he hugged him tightly and protected her with his body.