Before the man in white had finished speaking, he saw a flash of red light in the young man's eyes, so cold that there was no human emotion at all, and he didn't see any movement. He immediately rushed to the front of the four men in white and raised his sword to them. stab away.

   Seeing the cold and stern sword tip attacking him, the faces of the four white-clothed men instantly turned pale. Although they wanted to avoid the attack, they found that their bodies could not keep up with the rhythm of their brains. When the tip of the sword was about to pierce their bodies, a golden light suddenly hit from the side, hit the sword accurately, and bounced the sword away. When the young man saw this, he immediately turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the golden light. Immediately, a monk wearing a gray robe with a bare head galloped over from a distance. The monk was about forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a plain appearance, and an indifferent look on his face. Before and after arriving at the youth, the monk held a Buddha salute and said in a flat tone: "Amitabha! Donor, I don't know what enmity they have with you, why did they kill them?" Facing his question, the youth said nothing. , but the red eyes are getting brighter and brighter. At this time, the four men in white rushed behind the monk and said, "Master, he is Leng Xuan, who killed many of our Lingyun Palace disciples some time ago, and now he is here again to make trouble. Master, you have a high level of cultivation. We must get rid of this villain whose hands are covered with blood." The monk heard the words, his eyes lit up slightly, and suddenly said: "So you are Leng Xuan." After a pause, he continued: "Leng donor, under the Jingwu, it is He is a disciple of Dajue Temple, and he is under the tutelage of Abbot Huijue, so Master Leng should know him."

   However, no matter what he said, Leng Xuan didn't react at all. The four white-clothed men urged: "Master, stop talking nonsense with him and kill him directly." Jing Wu frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with the words of the four white-clothed men. Seeing that Leng Xuan did not reply, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and then he walked towards Leng Xuan. However, just as he took two steps, Leng Xuan raised the Xuanyang Sword in his hand and assumed an offensive posture. Seeing this, Jing Wu had no choice but to stop.

   At this time, the four men in white seemed to realize that Jing Wu didn't mean to kill Leng Xuan, so they whispered a few words, then unfolded their bodies and galloped into the night sky. Seeing that they were about to escape, Leng Xuan rushed over immediately. However, Jing Wu blocked his path first. When Leng Xuan saw this, his face suddenly turned cold, then he shook his wrist and attacked Jing Wu with his sword. Jing Wu pointed his toes a little, and his figure was like a falling leaf, and he quickly flew backwards. But Leng Xuan didn't give up because of this. With a flick of his wrist, several sharp sword beams poured out and quickly attacked the opposite Jing Wu. Jingwu's sleeve robe danced, and a golden light burst out suddenly, condensing a layer of enchantment in front of him, blocking all the sword lights.

   After the contact just now, Jing Wu also discovered that something was wrong with Leng Xuan. Seeing Leng Xuan attacking with his sword again, he turned around, no longer fighting, but galloping away into the distance. After chasing for more than ten minutes, Leng Xuan suddenly stopped, then turned around and ran back. However, as soon as he rushed out more than 100 meters, Jing Wu chased him from behind and launched a fierce attack on him. However, when Leng Xuan was about to fight back, Jing Wu suddenly stopped, turned and ran away in the previous direction. In this way, whenever Leng Xuan was about to give up the pursuit, Jing Wu would turn around to catch up, attract Leng Xuan's attention by attacking, and then continue to lead him forward.