4664. Chapter 4664 God Bless Ouyang 6
There was clearly someone at home during the day, why was there no one now? And what's weird happening here? Why do people set fires but no one saves them? Could it be that they burned down the house and ran away because they wanted to avoid themselves? Just as he was thinking about it, he heard another scream from a little girl coming from a house not far away.
Leng Xuan heard the sound and immediately rushed towards the house. When he was about to rush forward, the door of the house flew open and hit him directly. Seeing this, he did not dodge or evade, but directly made a fist and blasted the door into pieces. After the door was broken, a tall middle-aged man suddenly appeared in Leng Xuan's sight. And in the hands of the middle-aged man, he was holding a little girl.
The little girl was not very old, about thirteen or fourteen years old. At this moment, he was lifted up in the air, with tears all over his face. Leng Xuan said in a deep voice: "Who are you?" The middle-aged man said nothing, but the murderous look in his eyes became more and more intense. Leng Xuan snorted lightly, then moved, clenched his fist and rushed towards the middle-aged man. "Long Qianjun!" With a low roar, a brilliant golden light suddenly emerged from Leng Xuan's steel fist, condensing into a ferocious dragon head. The middle-aged man sneered, a look of contempt flashing in his eyes. When Leng Xuan's attack was close, he raised his casserole-sized fist and faced Leng Xuan's steel fist with fierce force. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Leng Xuan's body was directly knocked out by the opponent, and fell into a house behind that was engulfed in flames.
The middle-aged man shook his head, spat disdainfully, then turned around and walked out. However, he had just taken a few steps when he heard a deep voice coming from the firelight: "Stop." The middle-aged man turned around and saw Leng Xuan walking out of the firelight with damaged clothes. And his body was wrapped in a scorching flame. Feeling the temperature of the flames, the middle-aged man raised his brows slightly. Then, he stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, making a provocative gesture. Leng Xuan squinted his eyes, put his feet on the ground a little, and his figure suddenly looked like a ghost, and he instantly ducked in front of the middle-aged man. Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands, and the scorching flames immediately gathered in front of him and condensed into a flaming blade. Seeing the flaming blade attacking, the contempt in the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly subsided. He opened his five fingers, and a dazzling white light burst out, instantly condensing into a strange sharp claw. Then, he stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the flaming sword. However, the moment the two came into contact, the scorching flames immediately spread towards the middle-aged man's body along the claws transformed by white light. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man's body was enveloped in a raging flame. At this time, Leng Xuan turned around, rushed to the middle-aged man's side, and then snatched the little girl from his hand.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he snorted coldly. Regardless of the flames consuming him, he chased directly behind Leng Xuan, clenched his fist and punched him in the back. But after hearing a loud bang, Leng Xuan opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew into the distance like a kite with its string broken. When he fell, in order to prevent the little girl from getting hurt, he hugged her tightly and protected her with his own body.