5681. Chapter 5681 Channel Dispute 6
This old guy is hiding deep enough that no one noticed his presence just now. Narrowing his eyes, Leng Xuan turned back and said, "Let me deal with that old guy later, and you guys take care of the others." Bo Hong said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to help you? That guy is a late Mahayana cultivator, and you can't handle him alone." Leng Xuan shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if I can't defeat him, I can delay him for a while. You guys deal with the others as soon as possible, and then come to help me." Last time in Yanyu Mountain, he fought a desperate battle with Li Xiuyi, who also had a late Mahayana cultivator, so he had enough confidence to hold back the cultivator elder. Bo Hong nodded and said, "Okay, then be careful." Leng Xuan took a deep breath, then took a step forward and went straight to Xiucheng. Seeing him coming, Xiucheng's eyes suddenly revealed a trace of contempt. He smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "A young boy dares to go against me. I think you don't even know how to write the word death." Leng Xuan said calmly: "Try it and you will know." Xiucheng's eyes turned cold, and his whole body's momentum instantly increased to the extreme. Under the momentum like surging waves, Leng Xuan stood like a rock. However, his face was not very good.
When Xiucheng's momentum was completely released, he realized that the person in front of him was probably a little stronger than Li Xiuyi. Although both of them were late Mahayana strongmen, Li Xiuyi had just entered the late Mahayana not long ago, while the old man in front of him had reached the peak of the late Mahayana. This strength, let alone Li Xiuyi, even the three ancestors of Jiutian Holy Palace might not be able to achieve it. While thinking, Xiucheng moved his legs and walked slowly towards Leng Xuan. Every time he took a step closer, the pressure on Leng Xuan became heavier. However, with the full power of the Against the Heaven Art, the pressure was quickly dissipated by him. Seeing Leng Xuan standing there motionless with an indifferent expression, Xiucheng raised his lips slightly and said, "It's interesting. No wonder Yuan Hui is not your opponent." As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't see how he moved. Leng Xuan only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Xiucheng's figure had already appeared in front of him. Before Leng Xuan could make any move, a strong pressure had already surged from all directions, like a shackle, instantly trapping his body. This sudden change immediately changed Leng Xuan's face. At that moment, he hurriedly urged the true energy in his body to break the shackles with all his strength. However, no matter how hard he tried, the terrifying pressure remained unchanged. At this time, Xiucheng's right hand had been raised, and the force was violently bombarding his body.
Looking at Xiucheng's rapidly approaching right hand, Leng Xuan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Is this the difference in strength between the middle stage of the Mahayana and the peak of the late stage of the Mahayana? Why didn't he even have the strength to fight back? A series of questions flashed through his mind. At this critical moment, Long Lingzi's voice suddenly came from his mind: "Boy, that is not caused by his strength, but by a spiritual weapon. You should be able to break it with your Xuanyang Sword." Hearing this, Leng Xuan immediately called out to the Xuanyang Sword through his mind. In an instant, a dazzling red light burst out from his body, directly turning into a beam of light, and shot towards the top of his head. But there was a "bang", as if something broke apart. Leng Xuan, whose body was imprisoned, also found that the shackles disappeared instantly.