Chapter 6110: beat windscar 2
Facing this sudden change, Feng Hen's face finally changed. "It's impossible." He growled, looking at Leng Xuan in disbelief.
"In this world, nothing is impossible." Leng Xuan replied indifferently, and the dazzling golden light suddenly shot up from his heavenly cover, converging into a huge sword light in the air. That mighty force made everyone terrified. Judging from the fight just now, Feng Hen's cultivation base has reached the peak of the late Mahayana, and has stepped into the threshold of the half-immortal. However, although Leng Xuan's cultivation level is not as good as him, the source power in his body is integrated with him and can be driven at will. And all of this is due to the Heaven Defying Art. If there is no anti-sky art, even if he has the power of the source, he cannot use it. And the use of the power of the source also determines the gap between him and Fenghen. Looking at the huge sword beam, Feng Hen's eyes finally showed a hint of panic. He, who has some understanding of the semi-immortal level, naturally knows the horror of the power of the source. At this moment, the power of the source that Leng Xuan exerted is completely incomparable to this half-hearted person. Based on this alone, even if the two have not yet shot, the outcome has already been determined.
Looking at the sluggish wind marks, Leng Xuan's heart moved, and he drove the sword light above his head to slam the wind marks on the opposite side. This blow, he did not hold any hand. If a person like Fenghen is allowed to continue to live, it will be a big threat to both the Azure Dragon Clan and the cultivation of the True Dao. Feeling Leng Xuan's obvious killing intent, Feng Hen's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. However, just when the huge sword beam was about to swallow Feng Hen, a powerful mysterious force suddenly appeared, wrapping Feng Hen's body in it and resisting the attack of the beam of sword beam. But listening to the loud bang of 'bang', even with the protection of that mysterious power, the wind marks were still blown away by the beam of sword light, and blood flowed from the mouth. In the face of this sudden change, Leng Xuan's expression changed, and he said solemnly: "Who is it? Come out!" The voice fell, only to hear a neither cold nor indifferent voice in the air: "Leng Xuan, just a few minutes. You have made such progress, you deserve to be someone I value." Hearing that voice, Leng Xuan's heart sank, "Demon Emperor?"
After learning the identity of the other party, Leng Xuan's heart was full of shock. He knew that the Demon Emperor did not come in person, but only conveyed his thoughts here. However, just relying on the power of his thoughts, he resisted the power of his origin, which shows the unfathomable cultivation of the Demon Emperor. It seems that there is still an irreparable gap between himself and the demon emperor. When I was shocked, I only heard the voice of the demon emperor coming into my ears again: "I'll let you go this time, next time, you won't have such good luck." As his voice fell, the terrifying might The pressure also disappeared. Leng Xuan looked around, only to realize that Feng Hen had long since disappeared. "Damn!" He cursed secretly, his face full of unwillingness. With such a good opportunity, Feng Hen escaped unexpectedly. With a regretful sigh, Leng Xuan returned to Long Lingzi's side, looked at Han Qing and Ren Zong covered in blood, and asked, "Are you all right?" Han Qing said with a wry smile, "Fortunately, I won't die." When the words fell, he said with a horrified face: "The one who spoke just now...is the Demon Emperor?" Leng Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, it's him."