His current cultivation base is still sealed. Although the seal has been destroyed, he has very little True Qi that he can mobilize, and it has no effect at all in such a battle. Therefore, his only reliance at the moment is his own powerful body. If it weren't for the fact that the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Jutsu reached the stage of Six Breaks and Six Stands, he would have no chance at all. However, what gave him a headache was that although his physical body was strong now, he could only deal with the powerhouses in the early stage of Mahayana.

   As soon as the fist was closed, the sword rain behind him also fell. That fierce aura made Leng Xuan feel a chill in his heart. Without cultivation, his speed and many methods cannot be used. With only one physical body, it is too difficult to deal with two powerhouses at the peak of the late Mahayana. When the sword rain fell, Leng Xuan only felt an incomparable pain all over his body, as if thousands of needles had pierced into his body. When Jian Yu all fell, Leng Xuan's body turned red even though it was not pierced by Jian Yu. Although the physical body is strong, the strength of the peak of the late Mahayana can still cause certain damage to his physical body. Gritting his teeth, Leng Xuan turned around abruptly and quickly ran away from the forest. He knew very well in his heart that if he continued to stay, he had no chance of winning at all, and the only way was to get rid of the opponent. However, the idea is good, but it is more difficult to do.

   There is no way, the opponent's strength is too strong, and he can walk against the wind, he is completely incomparable with the opponent. But after a few ups and downs, the two middle-aged men had already caught up with him.

   "Kill!" With a low roar from the square-faced man, the casserole-sized fist struck again, like a galloping beast, unstoppable. "Broken!" Not to be outdone, Leng Xuan clenched his fists and resisted the opponent's attack. However, this attack was more than several times stronger than just now, and it should be that the opponent showed all his strength. When the two fists touched, Leng Xuan only felt a powerful force rushing towards him, directly knocking his body into the air and falling heavily to the ground. Before he could stand up, the sword-wielding cultivator had already arrived, and the radiant sword tip in his hand took him to the vital point. The speed of that sword was very fast, and it arrived in the blink of an eye, not even giving Leng Xuan a moment. In desperation, Leng Xuangang gnawed his teeth, raised his hands abruptly, and directly blocked the sword with his flesh and blood. As soon as the sword arrived, a white sword mark appeared on Leng Xuan's two hands, causing a dull pain.

The    square-faced man snorted coldly and said, "I see how long you can hold on."

   The voice fell, and the square-faced man and the sword-wielding man attacked again, attacking Leng Xuan from left to right. Leng Xuan scolded secretly, not daring to fight with them, so he had to continue to flee for his life. However, before escaping more than ten meters, Leng Xuan was knocked to the ground again by the opponent. Seeing this, the man with the square face couldn't help but sneer and said, "How dare you call yourself the righteous master of the cultivation world with this little strength? Hmph, it's ridiculous." As he spoke, he raised his fist high and hit Leng Xuan on the ground ruthlessly. But at this moment, a fierce cold light suddenly shot out from the air and hit the back of the square-faced man. "Who?" The man with the square face roared, turned around suddenly, and punched the cold light, completely defeating him. Taking this opportunity, Leng Xuan jumped his legs and quickly escaped from the square-faced man.