Chapter 5302: Exotic Journey 189
When the huge fireball was about to approach, Leng Xuan, who was in the golden light, suddenly opened his eyes, then jumped up, raised the Xuanyang Sword over the top, and went straight to the huge fireball. When the two were about to come into contact, Leng Xuan roared in a low voice: "One is breaking the sky, the other is breaking the sky, the third is shaking the sky, the fourth is reaching the sky, and the four are connected, it is against the sky!"
In his low roar, a bunch of golden sword lights condensed and formed on the top of his head in an instant, and then slammed towards the huge fireball. In an instant, only a loud 'bang' sound was heard, and within a kilometer, everything was covered by the golden and red rays of light. That terrifying shock wave, even the cultivators watching the battle on the platform could not avoid it. After a while, when the two rays of light gradually faded, an old man suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, it was Lu Yuanchong. However, at this time, Lu Yuanchong was in a mess, covered in blood, and was extremely embarrassed. Moreover, his left hand drooped slightly, swinging there, obviously it was broken. On the opposite side of Lu Yuanchong, Leng Xuan stood upright in the air with a sword in one hand. Although there was blood flowing from his body, he was much better than Lu Yuanchong. "Do you still want to continue?" Lu Yuanchong's expression suddenly turned ugly when Leng Xuan asked. As a dignified and powerful person in the Mahayana period, the top existence in the cultivation world, he was actually defeated by a cultivation person who was at the end of the calamity. It was an absolute shame for him. But even so, he couldn't change it. At this moment, his left hand has been abolished, and he has no strength at all.
Although he knew that Leng Xuan was similar to him now, he did not dare to continue fighting. In the face of this mysterious young man, he no longer had that condescending sense of superiority. He was worried that if Leng Xuan had other powerful means, his fate would be worse than now. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, and unwillingly spit out three words: "I lost." After that, he returned to his team, and without saying a word, he directly led the crowd to gallop down the mountain. . After watching Lu Yuanchong go away, Leng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. After this relaxation, he only felt unbearable pain all over his body, as if there were thousands of ants crawling on his body. After taking a few breaths, after the pain gradually subsided, he turned to look at Yuan Yao not far away, and said solemnly, "Elder Yuan, you can announce the result now."
Hearing this, Yuan Ji squeezed out a smile and said, "Of course." After a pause, he said loudly: "Leng Xuan won this battle, is there anyone else you want to continue to challenge?" Everyone looked at each other, but no one responded. Although there were only three people in Leng Xuan's team, one of them was a strong man in the Mahayana period, the other was a eldest disciple of Master Yuling, and the other was a perverted young man who had just defeated the strong man in the early Mahayana period. With such a team, fighting them is purely courting death. What's more, the terrifying sword that Leng Xuan just displayed was like a boulder, pressing down on everyone's heart. Therefore, among Yuan Ji's inquiries, not a single cultivator dared to confront him. Seeing this, Yuan Min nodded slowly and said, "Okay, since no one has challenged, then this fifth place will belong to Leng Xuan."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly entered the ears of everyone: "I don't agree."