9142. Chapter 9142 Bloodthirst 4
Feeling the movement behind him, Yuan Long's face darkened, and he quickly came back to his senses and turned to Zhang Yu. Seeing this, Leng Xuan's heart moved, and he secretly said: "Opportunity!"
Without thinking too much, he immediately urged his body, and four swords condensed by light appeared instantly.
"Break!" With a loud shout, the four swords broke through the air together, bringing a brilliant light, breaking through the layer of fire tornado and reaching the center. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Xuan followed closely behind, flew in, and pointed his steel fist directly at Yuan Long's back.
Yuan Long glanced at Leng Xuan and saw Leng Xuan approaching quickly, and was about to make a move. However, Zhang Yu in front of him also noticed the appearance of Leng Xuan. He roared, his speed suddenly increased, and he rushed in front of Yuan Long, and his hands trapped his body tightly, leaving him no chance to turn around. "Get out!" Yuan Long shouted, but Zhang Yu did not move, using all his strength to stick his body to his body, leaving him no time to care about Leng Xuan behind him.
Seeing this, Yuan Long raised his palm and slapped it down from top to bottom. Suddenly, Zhang Yu's face turned pale and blood spit out from his mouth. However, even so, he still did not let go of his hand, but instead exerted more force.
"Bang!" Another blow, the spirit in Zhang Yu's eyes quickly collapsed, and it was obvious that he could not hold on.
Seeing Zhang Yu's dead look, Leng Xuan gritted his teeth, accelerated to the extreme, rushed to Yuan Long's back, and punched out. Suddenly, there was a loud 'bang' sound, and the steel fist with strong force hit Yuan Long's back fiercely.
"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spit out, Yuan Long's body was immediately knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.
"Brother Zhang." After repelling Yuan Long, Leng Xuan quickly helped Zhang Yu up and shouted his name loudly.
"Cold... cold..." Zhang Yu moved the corners of his lips, but the words in his mouth could not be said after all. Seeing Zhang Yu fainted, Leng Xuan immediately took out a pill, put it into his mouth, and then put him on the ground.
The battle was not over yet, and he could not take care of Zhang Yu all the time. Standing up, he stared at Yuan Long opposite with cold eyes, and walked towards him step by step. The latter wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, met Leng Xuan's eyes, and his momentum was surging wildly.
"Go to hell!" With a loud shout, a fire dragon soared into the sky again and hovered over his head.
Looking at the rushing fire dragon, Leng Xuan did not dodge, but stood quietly in place, with a cold look in his eyes. When the fire dragon rushed to him, he suddenly raised his hand, condensed a steel fist, and blasted it out fiercely.
"Bang!" With a deafening roar, the fire dragon condensed by the flame exploded instantly and dissipated in the air.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Long's face changed, and he said in surprise: "How is it possible?" When he fought with Leng Xuan just now, the opponent's strength was not so strong. But in just a blink of an eye, Leng Xuan's strength seemed to have greatly improved.
What he didn't know was that Leng Xuan had made up his mind the moment Zhang Yu was seriously injured and unconscious. As the violent energy in the stone tablet poured into his body, his momentum began to rise wildly. In just a moment, the momentum had reached its peak.
Feeling the powerful momentum far beyond his own, Yuan Long's eyes finally had a slight fluctuation.
"The Heaven-Defying Sword Formation, open!" Leng Xuan pinched the seal with both hands, and the Heaven-Defying Sword Formation instantly condensed into shape.