6939. Chapter 6939: Secret Art of Ascension 12

Wan Gui retreated, and Xiao Lang behind him immediately followed. Seeing the pair of flesh palms coming, Leng Xuan remained motionless, standing like a mountain, allowing the opponent's attack to fall on his chest.

"Is this all you can do?" Leng Xuan raised the corner of his lips, and the cold smile made Xiao Lang's heart chill, and he quickly withdrew and retreated. But how could Leng Xuan give him a chance. Before he could retreat, Leng Xuan grabbed his wrist with both hands, tightly clasped his wrist, and pulled it in front of him. Then, he clenched his steel fist, and the force was fierce, and he blasted out fiercely.

"Don't even think about it." Xiao Lang was horrified, and immediately urged the true energy in his body to condense a layer of barrier to block Leng Xuan's attack. However, when the steel fist fell, the barrier shattered in an instant, and Leng Xuan's fist force was still unabated, and continued to move forward until it fell on him. With a loud 'bang', Xiao Lang's body was immediately knocked out. Looking at his sunken chest, you can tell how much damage Leng Xuan's attack caused him.

Seeing that Leng Xuan had seriously injured Xiao Lang with one attack, Wan Gui's face finally changed. Now that Xiao Lang was injured, he alone might not be able to do anything to Leng Xuan. Moreover, what frightened him even more was Leng Xuan's strong defense. Xiao Lang's attack just now clearly landed on him, but Leng Xuan was not injured at all. If he continued to fight, he didn't think he had a chance to win. Looking at Wan Gui's uncertain expression, Leng Xuan said coldly: "It's your turn." Wan Gui gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "I'll let you go today." As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Xiao Lang on the ground and quickly flew into the air.

As soon as Xiao Lang and Wan Gui left, the other cultivators dared not fight with Leng Xuan. Seeing Leng Xuan's performance just now, no one had the courage to fight. In the blink of an eye, the group of cultivators retreated completely. Seeing everyone retreat, Leng Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Ye Qiu who was seriously injured, and asked: "Old Taoist priest, how is he?" Po Dao Ren said: "I have given him several pills, but his injuries are too serious, it is not appropriate to do anything more." Leng Xuan nodded and said: "Let's go, let's find a place to rest first." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a stream of blood could not help but spurt out of his mouth.

"Boy, are you okay?" Po Dao Ren worriedly said: "Come, I'll take a look at you." Leng Xuan waved his hand and said: "No, I'm fine." Just now, he used his body to resist Xiao Lang's attack, in order to get a chance to attack. However, Xiao Lang is a Mahayana strongman after all, even if he has a strong body, he still feels extremely painful. However, due to the presence of so many cultivators just now, he did not dare to show that he was injured, lest those greedy guys think there is an opportunity.

After a while, the four found a relatively safe cave. After taking Po Dao Ren's pills, Leng Xuan felt that the pain in his chest was reduced a lot. He exhaled, and turned his gaze to look at Lin Ye. However, he found that Lin Ye was sitting with Ye Qiu, and the two were talking in a low voice. Because they were a little far away, he couldn't hear clearly. At this time, Ye Qiu seemed to notice Leng Xuan's gaze, nodded to him, and said: "Fellow Daoist Leng, thank you for your help today." Leng Xuan said: "Fellow Daoist Ye, you don't have to be polite. Since we are traveling together, we should support each other."