Chapter 5948: Life and Death Cave 20
In an instant, he only heard two soft sounds of 'bang bang', and his left and right hands actually burst open, turning into a rain of blood. Seeing his actions, Leng Xuan's expression changed. This guy is really daring enough to actually blew his hands in order to get rid of the Xuanyang Sword. Before he could think about it, his mind moved, and the fallen Xuanyang Sword flew back to his hand immediately.
Holding the sword in one hand, Leng Xuan looked at the slightly embarrassed witch god, and said, "Your hands are broken, and you won't be able to get any benefit if you fight again. Why don't you just let it go." Based on the current situation, he seems to be Take the upper hand, but not so much. From the beginning of the fight to the present, he has no confidence in defeating the Witch God, and the only certainty is to hold the opponent so that he cannot do anything with the Mongolian people. Even if the Witch God is injured now, he is not 100% sure of winning the opponent. He knew that if they really had to fight for their lives, the two of them would definitely lose both. Such an outcome was not what he wanted. Therefore, instead of fighting with each other, it is better to use the sum in exchange for enough time. Moreover, through the battle just now, he already has some understanding of the strength of the witch god, as long as he is given some time and prepared in advance, he will be sure to repel the opponent.
Hearing Leng Xuan's words, the witch **** didn't say a word, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. After a while, I just heard him say coldly: "What is your name?" Leng Xuan replied: "Leng Xuan." The witch **** said coldly: "Very well, no wonder the Mengya tribe dared to provoke the witch tribe, it turns out that you are like this. The strong people exist." After a pause, he said coldly: "Today I will let you go first, but sooner or later, I will eliminate all of your Mengya clansmen." After he finished speaking, he moved, Speeding away in the direction of the Wu clan. After watching him go away, Leng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately, he put away the Xuanyang sword and flew towards Ziya and the others. At this time, Ziya is leading the Mongolian people to wait for Leng Xuan's return. Seeing Leng Xuan falling from the sky, Ziya immediately greeted him and asked impatiently, "Did the witch **** come just now?" Leng Xuan nodded and said, "You feel it too?" Ziya said nervously, "Others? What?" Leng Xuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, he has already left." At the moment, he briefly recounted what happened just now. After hearing this, Ziya looked at Leng Xuan with brilliance. "I didn't expect you to be so powerful, you actually repelled the witch god."
Leng Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just lucky. In terms of strength alone, I'm not his opponent." Ziya breathed out, "The witch **** is injured, and the people of the witch clan will be out of luck." Xuan puzzled: "Unfortunate? Why?" Ziya said: "Summoning the witch **** requires a price. Just like the tooth spirit summoned by our Mengya tribe, if the tooth spirit is damaged, then he must draw the Mengya The vitality of the clansmen is used to heal the wounds." Leng Xuan said in surprise: "Listen to what you mean, if the witch **** wants to heal the wounds, he has to sacrifice the people of the witch clan?" Ziya nodded and said; "Yes. It is for this reason that we seldom summon the Fang Ling. Once the Fang Ling is damaged, our Mongolian Ya clan will suffer great losses." Speaking of which, she raised her lips and said with a coquettish smile: "This time Thanks to you. Wu Yang thought that by stealing that artifact, the Witch God could easily destroy us, but he didn’t expect that you would actually have the strength to injure the Witch God.”