9512. Chapter 9512: Songxi Battle 3
The strength of these incarnations is not strong, but their strength lies in their strong defense. Even ordinary supreme masters find it difficult to break the defense of Jintu, let alone these people.
Looking away, Leng Xuan frowned slightly at Miao Qing and the Ghost King who were fighting. From the time the two fought until now, it has always been Miao Qing who has been attacking, while the Ghost King has always been defensive, and it seems that he has no intention of counterattacking. Although this is the first time that Miao Qing and the Ghost King have fought, he has personally experienced the strength of the Ghost King and Miao Qing. In terms of strength alone, the Ghost King is stronger than Miao Qing. Therefore, seeing that the Ghost King only defends and does not attack, he can't help but feel puzzled, wondering what the other party wants to do.
At this moment, Leng Xuan heard a loud noise behind him. He quickly turned his head and saw that Huang Jing and Zhang Yu on the west wall had already jumped off the wall. Seeing this, he immediately urged his body and rushed to the west wall. As he expected, Lin Hao, a subordinate of the King of Hell, had led the army to launch an offensive. However, with Huang Jing and Zhang Yu, they are enough to resist the enemy's attack.
Leng Xuan is more worried about the King of Hell now. Miao Qing has already fought with the Ghost King. If the King of Hell takes action, he will be the only one to go. Although he defeated the King of Hell in front of everyone outside Zhuoyang City last time. But he knew in his heart that if it weren't for the help of that soul, he would not be the opponent of the King of Hell. At this time, the King of Hell seemed to notice him and cast his eyes over.
When their eyes met, Leng Xuan suddenly felt a chill coming. Then, the King of Hell flashed in the air and disappeared on the spot. "Not good!" Leng Xuan was startled and quickly raised his guard and looked around.
A gust of wind blew, and the King of Hell, who was originally a thousand meters away, instantly appeared on the city wall.
"Leng Xuan, you..." The King of Hell was about to speak, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something and suddenly moved his eyes to the town, his eyes half-closed, and I don't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, before Leng Xuan could react, the King of Hell moved and flew straight into the town. Seeing this, Leng Xuan was afraid of something happening, so he hurriedly followed him.
After a few ups and downs, he saw the King of Hell land outside a house and walked quickly inside.
"This guy..." Leng Xuan thought to himself that it was not good. In that house, there was a child imprisoned. The child was the one he and Miao Qing had captured from the King of Hell's secret underground palace. During this period of time, the King of Hell had been busy dealing with the corpse slave in Lingcheng, and he probably didn't know that his secret underground palace had been destroyed. If he saw the child, he would definitely know what happened.
Thinking of this, he sped up, flashed, and landed in front of the King of Hell, blocking his way.
"What's in there?" The King of Hell looked at the closed room and said in a deep voice.
"Whatever it is has nothing to do with you."
"Really?" The King of Hell's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly made a move. A powerful momentum suddenly surged out, like a mountain falling from the sky, and fell heavily on Leng Xuan. Under the pressure of that momentum, Leng Xuan took several steps back before he could barely stabilize his body. Seeing the rapidly approaching King of Hell, he clenched his fist, and the mighty power of death rushed in crazily, punching out with one punch.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Leng Xuan felt a sweetness in his throat, and a stream of blood almost spit out of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood back.