Chapter 4804: Omen of Enchantment 7
Time passed, and an hour passed quickly, Yuanhai said with worry: "Master and uncle will be all right?" Leng Xuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, both your master and uncle are people with high cultivation. , it will be alright." After speaking, he suddenly heard screams from outside, and then he heard only two disciples of Zen Temple outside the door: "Who is it?" However, they As soon as the voice fell, it turned into two screams. When Leng Xuan heard the sound, he couldn't help frowning, and then whispered to Yuanhai: "Follow me later, don't go away." Yuanhai nodded with a pale face. Afterwards, Leng Xuan took out the Xuanyang sword and walked slowly to the door of the wing. He took a deep breath, then slammed open the door and rushed out. Just as he rushed out, dozens of infuriating cold lights shot from mid-air, shrouding him instantly. Seeing this, Leng Xuan's wrist flicked, and Xuan Yang Jian brought a clanging sound of swords, pouring out countless sword beams, defusing the opponent's attack. Then, his figure flashed, protecting Yuanhai's side, and his eyes turned to the mid-air. Immediately, I saw an old man in a white robe hunting hunting, with silver beard and hair standing upright in the air, staring at him coldly. Leng Xuan said with a solemn expression: "Who are you?" The old man said indifferently, "You don't need to know who I am." Leng Xuan snorted: "Do you think that if you don't tell me, I won't know? "The old man said coldly, "So what if you know? Anyway, you will surely die tonight." When he finished speaking, he put his sword in hand and raised it over the top. In an instant, a beam of bright blue light shot up into the sky and instantly condensed into a huge sword light.
Leng Xuan's heart sank, and he turned his head and said, "Flee!" After he finished speaking, he grabbed Yuanhai's shoulder and threw it violently into the distance. Immediately afterwards, he moved and flew up, and a dazzling red light burst out from the Xuanyang Sword in his hand. When he tried his best to stimulate his true qi, a strong killing aura suddenly poured out from the bottom of his heart, swallowing his heart instantly. Feeling the gradual trance consciousness in his mind, Leng Xuan knew something was wrong, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, the severe stinging pain made him wake up a lot. When the dazzling blue light on the top of his head fell, Leng Xuan felt a shock all over his body. Looking at Leng Xuan lying on the ground, the old man standing in the air sneered: "I said, you will die tonight."
Leng Xuan struggled to stand up, spitting out **** spit, staring at the old man with gloomy eyes, and his infuriating qi began to turn frantically. At the same time, his eyes gradually flashed a hint of crimson. In less than ten seconds, his eyes were completely replaced by that demonic scarlet color. The old man took a few glances, and said with a slightly surprised expression: "Enchanted?" When he finished speaking, his eyes rolled, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
At this moment, dozens of disciples from the Zen Temple came from all directions, and they soon surrounded the old man. For their arrival, the old man smiled coldly, his face full of contempt. Then, he raised his hand, and with a faint blue light, the Xuanyang Sword that had been left on the ground was immediately sucked into his hand. Immediately afterwards, he held the Xuanyang Sword, his figure flashed, and he rushed into the disciples of the Zen Temple in an instant.