Chapter 7757: Misty Rain City 12
The group of people all covered their faces, so they couldn't see their faces clearly. They could only judge their gender from their bodies. Leng Xuan glanced at it, and then locked his eyes on a burly man. Although the other party was covering his face, the aura displayed by his body was not comparable to others. "Who are you?" Leng Xuan asked, looking at each other.
However, the man seemed to have never heard of his question. Suddenly, the man's head lightly tapped, and his movement was like sounding the horn of an attack. The people on both sides of him immediately took out their swords and attacked Leng Xuan. Facing the attack of the group of masked men, Leng Xuan's expression remained unchanged and he stood motionless. When the masked men were about to approach, his open five fingers clenched into fists. With his action, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and everyone was imprisoned. Taking this opportunity, Leng Xuan raised one hand and turned his body. Immediately, two semi-arc rays of light shot out, piercing through the bodies of the masked people.
In an instant, blood was pouring out, and before the dozen or so masked men approached Leng Xuan, they all fell to the ground, with no vitality. After dealing with those masked people, Leng Xuan turned his gaze to the burly man again. "Who are you?" Leng Xuan asked again. But at this moment, the man suddenly moved. Leng Xuan only felt a gust of wind blowing towards his face, and immediately, the man came to him. Looking at the rapidly enlarged fist in his pupils, Leng Xuan roared and clenched his fist to meet him.
"Bang!" There was only a loud noise, and the two fists met, and a powerful air wave immediately rushed towards the surroundings. Leng Xuan retracted his arms and took two steps back, looking at the man with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "It's actually a semi-immortal powerhouse." Leng Xuan was surprised that a semi-immortal powerhouse appeared in such a place, how could he not be surprised. King Ying hasn't gone back for so long, and it is estimated that it has something to do with this half-immortal powerhouse. Thinking of this, Leng Xuan's mind moved, and the Chiwu Sword flew out immediately, hovering above his head.
The man failed to hit, and his figure flashed again.
"Go away!" Leng Xuan clenched his steel fist and slammed it out. The fist was fierce, like a galloping horse, unstoppable. When the man saw this, a red light suddenly appeared in his hand. Leng Xuan's eyes swept away, only to realize that the red light was actually a small sleeve sword, sandwiched between the opponent's fist. If he took this punch, his hand would be pierced. Immediately, he changed his moves immediately, turning his body to the left, avoiding the opponent's attack. At the same time, the Chiwu Sword, which had been hovering above his head, turned into a stream of light, fell from the sky, and fell straight to the top of the man's head.
The man obviously did not expect the Chiwu Sword to attack on its own, and in a hurry, he took a step back and blocked the Chiwu Sword with his sleeve sword. After being bounced off, the Chiwu Sword did not fly far, but turned the body of the sword again and shot towards the man's back. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Xuan flew up, and while forcing the man, he waved his steel fist and hit the opponent's chest. Facing Leng Xuan and Chiwujian's two-sided attack, the man's brows suddenly wrinkled.
I saw a flash of red light, and the sleeve sword flew out of the man's cuff and threw it towards Leng Xuan, while he himself flew towards Chiwujian. However, just as he turned around, a huge force suddenly surged from his back, bombarding his back without any obstruction.