The beautiful young man was a ghost. As for the name Gui Mo, it was just a temporary name he chose according to the homophonic pronunciation. When he said the three words "Poisonous Dragon Sting", he watched Xue Wensheng's reaction with sharp eyes.
Xue Wensheng was stunned, frowned and said: "Poison Dragon Sting, what is this? We don't have it here, are you mistaken?"
The ghost's face changed, and he said coldly: "You can't be wrong. I heard it with my own ears from you people from Donghua Gate. Recently, a strange weapon appeared in the main rudder. It was more than a foot long and shaped like a spike.
, extremely sharp, what is that if it’s not a poisonous dragon sting?”
Xue Wensheng suddenly realized that he came here for the strange weapon left by Ximen Lang. A cold light flashed in his eyes and he said: "Our chief helmsman does have such a thing, but it really belongs to your Ghost Sect."
Of?"
Gui Mei heard that he personally admitted that the poisonous dragon thorn was here, and said angrily: "Why is it not from our Gui Sect? That is the weapon of my sixth senior brother..."
Xue Wensheng was furious after hearing this. He obviously misunderstood. He thought to himself, no wonder Ximen Lang has such powerful kung fu at a young age. It turns out he is from your Ghost Sect. Damn it, even if he is a disciple of your Ghost Sect.
How to kill so many of my men,
The general rudder that I spent a lot of money to build should be broken into pieces. Is our Donghuamen easy to mess with? His face was covered with frost and he said angrily: "Great, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Since
He is from your Ghost Sect, so it’s time to settle the score between us!"
The ghost snorted coldly and said: "What kind of account is this? If you are wise, please hand over the poisonous dragon thorn quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for bloodbathing your Donghuamen chief helm..."
Xue Wensheng raised his head and laughed wildly, "Boy, you are really arrogant. Bloodbath my chief rudder. I will kill you first..." He waved his right arm and ordered: "Come on, kill them.
two……"
As soon as he heard the order, Yang Jihu, the Overlord of Heaven, roared, "I'll kill you, you bastard..." The giant sword behind him unsheathed and flashed a dazzling cold light, and he rushed over, running towards the ghost.
Ximen Lang was startled and cursed in his mind, idiot, why are you rushing forward so aggressively? I can't beat this pretty boy, aren't you going to die?
In desperation, Ximen Lang pretended to be loyal and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Whoever dares to touch my young master is seeking death!" He rushed forward to meet Yang Ji, and kicked him with a flying kick.
Wrist kick.
Yang Ji moved his arms and changed his moves, slashing the giant sword horizontally. The two of them went back and forth, fighting fiercely together.
Ximen Lang's performance made Gui Mei very satisfied, and he thought to himself: "This slave is quite loyal, not bad!"
The Suzaku, whose skin was the color of chocolate, soared into the sky and said with a giggling smile: "Brother, seeing as how beautiful you are, my sister is really reluctant to kill you..." Having said that, she showed no mercy at all.
Meaning, the huge scissors were handed out, the sharp blades opened, and went straight to the ghost's neck wrapped in white cloth, swinging it to cut off his beautiful head in one fell swoop.
When the ghost first saw this strange weapon, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He shrunk his body to avoid the scissors, then he bent forward and rushed forward. His right hand flashed with silver light, and a sharp dagger appeared, piercing Suzaku's abdomen.
The speed is staggering.
A trace of surprise flashed in Xue Wensheng's eyes. With such fast skills, why does this young man's martial arts seem to be more powerful than Ximen Lang? The Ghost Sect is really full of talents, no wonder it has such a great reputation.
Because of Gui Mei's words just now, Xue Wensheng misunderstood that Ximen Lang also came from Gui Sect.
"Ah!" In the blink of an eye, the dagger was less than half a foot away from her abdomen. Suzaku screamed, and she hurriedly dodged back as her face turned pale.
Fortunately, Boye rushed over from the diagonal stab, brandishing his mace, and shouted: "Take my stick!"
"Hoo!" The mace struck fiercely, forcing the ghost to stop chasing.
On the right, Hai Di opened his big purple mouth and shouted: "Young man, take your life..." The heavy evil shark smashed over fiercely.
Suzaku had almost been killed by this kid just now, and he felt resentful in his heart and yelled: "You little bastard, you are seeking death, I will cut you into pieces!" He opened and closed the giant scissors and jumped forward again.
The three masters of the Donghua Sect surrounded the ghost, and the four of them fought together. Their figures were moving so fast that their shadows could not be seen clearly, making it impossible for many members of the Donghua Sect to step forward.
While Ximen Lang was fighting with Yang Ji in an understated manner, he glanced at the four people who were fighting fiercely together. He cursed in his heart, dog bites dog, it's better for both of you to fight and lose...
After fighting for a while, Ximen Lang pretended to be defeated and turned around to escape to the north. Yang Jiyi waved his giant sword and chased after him. In front, many Donghuamen members waved weapons to intercept him.
Ximenlang snorted coldly, I just happened to kill you beasts, so my trip was not in vain! He flew up with his feet, and the two Donghuamen members who were blocking the front screamed and flew into the air, their bodies as soft as
He was like noodles, with blood spurting out of his mouth and dying.
The machetes in the hands of the two flew into the air, and Ximen Lang stretched out his hand to grab it. The knife in his right hand blocked the giant sword that Yang Ji was slashing from behind, and the knife in his left hand chopped into pieces. Another member of the Donghua Sect was chopped into two halves, with blood splattering and splashing.
Falling to the ground with a sound.
Yang Ji's martial arts skills were far inferior to Ximen Lang's. No matter how much he roared and displayed his martial arts, he was still unable to do anything to the opponent. While Ximen Lang was fighting with him, he was killing many members of the Donghua Sect mercilessly.
For a moment, the members of the Donghua Sect around Ximen Lang screamed and fell to the ground one after another. More than ten people were killed or injured.
On the other hand, the fight between Suzaku and the ghosts was extremely fierce and dangerous. With one against three, the ghosts still had the upper hand, and their strange figures flashed rapidly.
Not long after, Boye let out a scream, his right arm was stabbed by his dagger, and the mace fell to the ground. He hurriedly kicked his legs to fight back. Suzaku and Haiyi launched attacks at the same time, finally getting him out of danger.
A moment later, when the evil shark in Hai Di's hand made a move and Yong Lao hadn't taken it back, the ghost kicked out two kicks in succession, forcing Suzaku and Boye to retreat. His wrist shook, and the dagger pierced Hai Di with silver light.
Throat area.
"Ah..." Hai Di stared and screamed. The evil shark in his hand had no time to defend, and became a useless decoration at this time. He hurriedly retreated. However, his speed was far behind his opponent.
In an instant, the dagger was in front of his throat, and there was no way to avoid it.
Just when Hai Di was about to die due to the short-sightedness of the ghost, a figure flew over fiercely. In mid-air, Xue Wensheng suddenly took action and slapped the ghost's back with his right palm like lightning. The sound of wind was awe-inspiring and the cold air was overwhelming.