Just when Boye was killing the ghost, Ximen Lang shot out like an arrow from the string, kicked Boye quickly and knocked him to the ground, and the mace deflected and hit the ghost.
On the concrete floor on the right side of the head, the fierce force smashed a big hole into the ground.
Ximen Lang fell down and kicked out again. The unconscious ghost's body flew into the air. He jumped up and hugged it, running southward like the wind.
The kick that Boye received was so severe that he felt pain in his back that penetrated to the bones. His spine seemed to be broken. He spat out a mouthful of blood and dyed his clothes red. He shouted angrily: "You bastard, I have to kill you."
You must not..." In a rage, he stood up and staggered forward with his mace in hand. Just as he was a few steps away, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
Zhuque and Yang Ji flew up and chased Ximen Lang in the direction of his escape, racing over the houses one after another, as if they would never give up.
Many Donghuamen members also shouted and chased them on the ground, "The enemy has escaped, hurry up and chase..."
"Don't let him escape..."
However, in the blink of an eye, these people could not see Ximen Lang's figure, they were just shouting blindly.
Xuewei, who had experienced the dangerous moment just now, returned to her grandfather, looked at Xue Wensheng's black right palm, and asked worriedly: "Grandpa, how are your injuries? This poison seems to be very powerful?"
Xue Wensheng watched the backs of Zhuque and Yang Ji disappear. When he moved away, he stayed on the unconscious Boye. He glanced at the dead Haidi again, sighed in a very bad mood, and said: "It's okay.
, no matter how poisonous it is, it won’t threaten my life. It’s just that I have to spend some energy to force the poison out of my body, so don’t worry.”
Xuewei took a long breath and said: "That's good, grandpa, our Donghua Sect is at a critical moment, you must hold on, we must not lose to the Nanhua Sect and beat them to a pulp."
Xue Wensheng raised his head and looked at the increasingly gloomy sky. He, who had always been extremely conceited, suddenly became discouraged, but Ximenlang from Donghuamen was enough to give him a headache, and now he had offended someone from the Ghost Sect.
, the bumpy road ahead made him unable to see hope, his heart was filled with haze, and he said with insufficient confidence: "I hope so!"
Xuewei was stunned for a moment. What happened to her grandfather? He was no longer like the proud and proud owner of the Donghua Sect. Then she remembered many things that had happened in the recent period. Ever since Ximen Lang appeared in the Nanhua Sect,
Donghua Gate is the only one
Unlucky, the evil team was destroyed, Hunan Province was lost, the main rudder was burned, the Shennu camp disappeared, and Fukian and Jiangxi provinces were occupied. This series of blows was enough to make the originally high-spirited grandfather feel depressed.
, become what it is now.
For a moment, both of them stopped speaking and fell into silence!
Carrying the cold and stiff body of the ghost, Ximen Lang jumped forward, jumped out of the big wall of Donghua Gate, and ran wildly into the night.
The ghostly body was like a piece of solid ice exuding bursts of chill. There was no doubt that he was dead. He died due to a strange combination of circumstances. Under the joint attack of the two great masters of the world, Xue Wensheng and Ximen Lang, the soul of a young man with an alluring appearance was scattered.
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The reason why Ximen Lang sneaked up on the ghost and then desperately stepped forward to save the boy's body was because the other party had the chance to kill him, but gave up at the critical moment and forced him to become a slave. Based on this, he
Do this.
After running wildly, Ximen Lang appeared at Liexuan Lake, thirty miles away from the main rudder of Donghua Gate. He placed the ghost's corpse on the shore, took off the leopard skin bag from the other party's body, groped for a while with his hands on the other party's body, and touched his clothes.
Three porcelain bottles were found in a secret pocket inside, one red, one green, and the other black, placed in front of him.
Ximen Lang didn't know which one was the antidote that could control the Seven-Day Heart-Breaking Pill, but he guessed that the antidote must be in one of the porcelain bottles. He put the three porcelain bottles into his leopard skin bag, put the bag across his body, and looked at
The ghost on the ground, whose face was pale and filled with frost, said: "Master Turtle, I will take all your things for you."
Save it, Liexuan Lake here is a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and there are many lotus flowers in full bloom to accompany you. You can sleep here and try to be reborn as soon as possible and be born into a good family. You can be a second-generation official or a rich second-generation.
Just don’t be a gangster, it’s really not good to live in a bloody world..."
No matter that the ghost couldn't hear anything at this time, Ximen Lang said to himself and picked him up, "Take care, goodbye!" With a strong throw of his arms, the ghost flew more than thirty meters away and landed with a plop.
In the lake, it actually didn't sink, it just floated on the water.
Ximen Lang's golden eyes looked far away, and he could clearly see the ghostly corpse floating on the water with his face upturned. He wondered in his heart, what was going on, why didn't he sink, was he not willing to die? Then he thought about it.
, he suddenly realized that the ghost's body was in a frozen state. At this time, it was clearly a piece of solid ice, so it floated. After a period of time, his body melted, and it would naturally sink.
There was a slight movement, and a strong wind came from behind. A pair of giant scissors opened its mouth like a ferocious crocodile and cut towards Ximen Lang's neck.
Sensing someone's sneak attack, Ximen Lang rushed forward, flew more than ten meters away, and landed on the top of the zigzag water corridor that was more than ten feet long. He turned around and looked at Suzaku, who had launched the sneak attack just now, with cold eyes.
He said contemptuously: "Why, you chased me to death?"
Suzaku was chasing after her just now. She saw that ugly monster standing on the shore in a daze. She was secretly happy and flew over quietly to launch a sneak attack. Unexpectedly, the other party reacted very quickly and easily avoided it. She was wearing a black dress.
Her skin color was also dark, like a blooming black rose in the dark night. She smiled sweetly and said: "This ugly brother, your kung fu is really handsome. This little girl admires you very much."
Ximen Lang snorted coldly and said: "Stop talking nonsense. You came all the way here because you want my life. If you have the ability, come and get it." He knew in his heart that on the dark road,
Most of the beautiful women are snakes and scorpions
Beauties, the older they are, the more they will make full use of their own advantages, using the sweet words of their brothers and sisters, but secretly being ruthless. The representative figure in this regard is Aunt Liao, one of the eight talents of the Huamen, and the Suzaku in front of her is the same.
Same thing.
Zhuque said coquettishly: "Look how you think of me so bad. People come all the way to chase you because they think you have great martial arts skills and personality. I have fallen in love with you. Brother stinky, why are you so ignorant of style?"
?The night is so beautiful, how about we talk about our feelings?"