6871. Chapter 6871: The Attack of Two Mahayana Masters 2
His current cultivation is still sealed. Although the seal is broken, the amount of true qi he can call upon is very small, which is of no use in such a battle. Therefore, the only thing he can rely on at this moment is his strong body. If it weren't for the fact that the Nine-Turn Golden Body Technique has been cultivated to the stage of six breaking and six establishing, he would have no chance at all. However, what makes him headache is that although his current body is strong, it can only deal with the strong men in the early stage of the Mahayana. If the opponent's cultivation exceeds the early stage of the Mahayana, then he will be powerless.
As soon as the fist was retracted, the sword rain behind him also fell. The fierce momentum made Leng Xuan feel chilled. Without cultivation, his speed and many means could not be used. It is too difficult to deal with two strong men at the peak of the late stage of the Mahayana with only one body. When the sword rain fell, Leng Xuan felt extremely painful all over his body, as if thousands of needles were piercing his body. When the sword rain fell, although Leng Xuan's body was not pierced by the sword rain, it had turned red. Although his body was strong, the strength of the peak of the late Mahayana stage could still cause some damage to his body. Gritting his teeth, Leng Xuan turned around suddenly and ran out of the forest quickly. He knew very well that if he continued to stay, he would have no chance of winning. The only way was to get rid of the opponent. However, the idea was good, but it was extremely difficult to do it.
There was no way. The opponent was too strong and could ride the wind. He was completely incomparable with the opponent. However, in just a few ups and downs, the two middle-aged men had caught up with him.
"Kill!" With a low roar from the square-faced man, the casserole-sized fist hit out again, like a galloping beast, unstoppable. "Break!" Leng Xuan was not to be outdone, clenched his fists with both hands, and resisted the opponent's attack. However, this attack was several times stronger than before, and it should be that the opponent had exerted all his strength. When the two fists touched, Leng Xuan felt a powerful force rushing over, directly knocking his body out and falling heavily to the ground. Before he could stand up, the cultivator holding the sword had already rushed over, the tip of the sword in his hand was gleaming with cold light and aimed directly at his vitals. The speed of the sword was very fast, it arrived in the blink of an eye, not giving Leng Xuan any time. In desperation, Leng Xuan gritted his teeth, raised his hands suddenly, and directly blocked the sword with his flesh and blood. Wherever the sword hit, a white sword mark immediately appeared on Leng Xuan's hands, which was slightly painful.
The square-faced man snorted coldly and said, "I wonder how long you can hold on."
As soon as the voice fell, the square-faced man and the sword-holding man attacked again, attacking Leng Xuan from the left and right. Leng Xuan cursed inwardly, not daring to fight them head-on, so he had to continue to run back. However, before he escaped more than ten meters, Leng Xuan was knocked to the ground again by the opponent. Seeing this, the square-faced man couldn't help but sneer and said, "With this little strength, you dare to call yourself the master of the righteous path in the world of cultivation? Humph, ridiculous." As he said that, he raised his fist and hit Leng Xuan on the ground fiercely. But at this moment, a sharp cold light suddenly shot out from mid-air and hit the back of the square-faced man. "Who is it?" The square-faced man roared, turned around suddenly, and punched the cold light, completely defeating it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Xuan jumped up with his legs and quickly escaped from the square-faced man.