Ximen Lang was stunned on the spot and asked in confusion: "What kind of hidden weapon is this? It looks like dirt, but it is so powerful?"
Fang Bala replied: "This is Bangtian Lei, a hidden weapon passed down from the family of Elder Xihua Menlei."
Xue Wensheng sighed: "That girl knows how to use thunder, so she must be a descendant of the Lei clan of Xihuamen. Unexpectedly, this bastard Lei Jingxun is so cunning. He has already arranged for someone to be an undercover agent in my place."
Ximen Lang was angry in his heart. He had already found two treasures of the Huamen. Unexpectedly, the undercover agents of the Xihuamen suddenly appeared. A mantis stalked the cicada, and the oriole followed behind, and robbed the treasures halfway. It was really unbearable!
He ordered loudly: "Tie Meng, Fang Bala, Lie Yangzi, and Yang Ji, the four of you will lead a search throughout the city. You must find the girl and take back the iron box."
The four people agreed, each summoned more than a hundred members of the Huamen, and went out from the main helm to conduct searches in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and wanted to find the girl from the Lei family of Xihuamen.
Ximenlang ran for dozens of steps, flew up, and jumped to the third floor of the mid-air building. He grabbed the guardrail with his hands and used his strength to jump up again. He reached the top of the building and looked in the direction where the girl disappeared.
His golden eyes were activated like a high-powered telescope, and he could see areas beyond the reach of ordinary eyes. After searching for a while, he was pleasantly surprised to find a black spot in the distance running back and forth on the road. From what he could guess, it seemed like
Some people jumped on the speeding vehicles and even ran all the way.
Ximen Lang had a sneer on his face. As long as she was within sight of me, I would have a way to catch her. Suddenly, he ran for more than ten steps quickly, jumped up, leaped in the sky, and landed more than ten meters away.
On another building outside, Ximen Lang ran wildly on the buildings, flying up and down, like Spider-Man. Seven or eight minutes later, he took a shortcut and landed on the road, next to the little boy.
The distance between the rings has shortened a bit.
The magic technique was activated, and Ximen Lang jumped onto a large truck that was moving forward very smoothly, as if he were a qualified gymnast.
The large truck was speeding forward, fully loaded with goods, covered with old green tarpaulin. Ximenlang ran quickly on the high pile of goods, then jumped up and landed on a fast-moving Buick car. He looked at the big truck behind him.
The driver and loaders in the passenger cab were stunned.
Ximen Lang did not stop on the Buick car. He put one foot on one foot and flew lightly, landing on a Toyota SUV in front of him. He kept leaping over many vehicles, gradually closing the distance with Xiao Huan.
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Xiaohuan's body also gradually grew bigger from a small point. When she jumped on top of a minibus, the door suddenly opened and she stepped inside in a flash. The minibus moved forward at full speed.
Ximenlang saw all this in his eyes, kept staring at the minibus, and tried his best to catch up. With the magic of magic at its peak, even high-speed vehicles would be defeated.
More than twenty minutes later, Ximen Lang finally came to the minibus where Xiaohuan entered, jumped up, and landed on top of the fast-moving minibus. Suddenly, he felt something moving under his feet, and he hurriedly took a step ahead.
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"Poof!" A sharp Tibetan knife emerged from where he was standing. The exposed blade was more than half a foot long. If Ximen Lang hadn't dodged quickly, the sole of his foot would have been pierced.
However, the danger was far from over. Abnormal noises kept coming from below. Ximen Lang walked forward quickly, only to see a Tibetan knife stabbing out quickly, only missing the target by a small margin.
"Peng!"
After a loud noise, a large hole was forced out of the roof of the car. A dark man in his thirties came out of the hole and stood in front of Ximen Lang. He was a lama in red robes. He was wearing a red robe.
He has a flat head, rough skin and thick flesh, a strong body, a red face, and a high muscled arm exposed outside the red robe, showing a bronze color, like a sculpture.
The lama's leopard-like eyes showed a fierce light, and he said in not very proficient Chinese: "Are you Ximen Lang?"
Ximen Lang sneered and said, "Yes, it's me. I dare to ask who you are."
The lama said: "I am Salton, the seventh disciple of the eminent monk of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism."
Ximenlang said contemptuously: "I've never heard of it. You are a big man and you are dressed in red, like a big rooster. Didn't you listen to what others said, a good dog doesn't block the road, get out of here!"
Salton's veins popped out on his forehead, and he said angrily: "Boy, you are really impatient." He took a step forward, shouted, and punched hard. Both the speed and the strength were extraordinary.
Ximen Lang blocked with his fist, and the two of them started fighting on top of the fast-running bus. Their figures flashed and the punches were fierce.
After three or five moves, Ximen Lang figured out the opponent's details, and suddenly struck out with a move from the Storm God's Fist that swept the world. Salton was caught off guard, and his left arm was hit and broken into several pieces. He groaned in pain.
Just scream and jump out of the car.
Ximenlang sneered and said: "Idiot, you didn't listen to me to get out of the way. Now you're at a disadvantage, right?" He shouted towards the hole in the roof of the car: "Xiaohuan, you damn girl, get out of here.
Return the things to me quickly, or I will never be done with you."
Xiaohuan's giggling voice came from inside the car, "You'd better pass the test of these tantric masters first."
Ximen Lang was just about to jump out of the hole into the car, but he felt a red light in front of his eyes, and red figures jumped out one after another, standing in front of Ximen Lang. They were nine lamas, all with elegantly decorated Tibetan knives on their waists.
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The tall lama who was in his forties said fiercely: "Boy, you dare to hurt my junior brother, you are really looking for death!"
Ximen Lang frowned and looked over, cursing: "Who are you? If you are sensible, get out of here, or I will kill you bald donkeys."
The lama said angrily: "The Buddha is a Sasha. He is the disciple of the eminent monk of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Let's see who kills whom!" He roared, and with a wave of his arm, he pulled out a sharp knife from his waist.
The hidden knife stabbed fiercely.
The other eight lamas are all disciples of Sa Erhuo. They are also disciples of the eminent Tibetan tantric monk, the channeling Dharma King. They are the second disciple Sarhang, the third disciple Sarru, the fourth disciple Sarang, and the fifth disciple Sarfa.
, Sixth Disciple Sarna, Eighth Disciple
His disciple Sal Ming, his ninth disciple Sal Lin, and his tenth disciple Sal Fen. Together with other Sal Huo and Salton, they were called the Ten Evil Spirits of Tantric Buddhism. At this time, when they saw their senior brother taking action, the others all pulled out their hidden treasures from their waists.
Knife, they pounced together, extremely ferocious...
Seeing many lamas coming at him fiercely, the Tibetan swords shining with silver light stabbed at many vital parts of his body. These guys were all martial arts masters. Ximen Lang did not dare to be careless and hurriedly took a few steps back. As his right wrist swung, a fish-bone sword appeared in his hand.
, said coldly: "Since you don't know good from evil, let me save you and go to the Western Heaven..."
On the opposite side, Sarlin attacked with a diagonal thrust. A chill flashed in Ximen Lang's eyes. The fishbone sword stabbed out quickly, so fast that the opponent could not imagine. It stabbed Sarlin on the right shoulder, and blood immediately flowed out.
, the guy screamed and fell from the roof of the car.
In an instant, two of the Ten Evil Spirits of the Tantric Sect were injured, which made the eldest disciple Sal Huo shocked and angry. Only then did he realize that the boy in front of him had unimaginable martial arts skills. He waved the Tibetan knife and attacked wildly, but it didn't work.
He was kicked in the hip by the opponent, and the pain was piercing to the bone. He hurriedly yelled, "Set up the formation."
I saw eight lamas turning and appearing in different directions, surrounding Ximen Lang in the middle. Sarhuo shouted: "The invincible formation of the Great Prajna Bronze Wall and Iron Wall!" The eight figures flashed back and forth and moved, which looked extremely strange.
Ximen Lang sneered and said contemptuously: "Why, have you read too many fantasy novels? Or you idiots have gone crazy and actually formed a formation. Let me learn from you..." Suddenly, he flew forward.
, ran straight to Sarna to the west, and stabbed fiercely with the fishbone sword.
The moment he launched the attack, Sarfa, who was on Sarna's right, suddenly slapped his left palm over and pressed it against Sarna's armpit. He didn't know what he meant.
Ximen Lang felt strange in his heart, Damn it, could it be that the two of them had broken backs, and they were so passionate that they didn't care that they were fighting now, and couldn't help but start groping? He felt contempt in his heart and cursed: "Shameless!"
The moment Sarfa slapped Sarna's armpit with his left palm, the former swung the Tibetan knife held in his right hand and faced the fish bone sword with silver light.
What surprised Ximen Lang was that this time the opponent's sword was more than twice as fast. Even with his golden eyes, he only saw a flash of silver light, and the hidden sword hit the fish bone sword, making a clanging sound.
A sound.
Ximen Lang only felt his arm go numb, and the fish bone sword almost flew away from his hand, which made him even more surprised. Damn it, how could this guy's strength become extremely powerful in an instant, about five times what it was before?
, it seems that this so-called Great Prajna Invincible Formation is really evil. Once these lamas form the formation, their martial arts will increase several times in an instant. It is really hard to understand!
In shock, Ximen Lang turned upside down, came up to me in mid-air and kicked Sar Ru on the other side. Sar Ang next to him also waved his left palm against his companion's armpit.
It's exactly the same as Salfa's action just now.
"Whoa!"
The sword hidden in Sarru's hand slashed at him fiercely. The speed was staggering. The shining light of the sword went straight towards Ximen Lang's kicking leg. In the blink of an eye, the blade was less than three inches away from his right leg.
Ximen Lang secretly screamed "No!" and hurriedly pulled his leg back. However, the opponent's hidden knife was so fast that he couldn't imagine it. It cut his pants and made a gash on his calf, dripping with blood.
It wasn't until this moment that Ximen Lang understood that the reason why these guys suddenly became so powerful was indeed related to the invincible formation of the Great Prajna Copper Wall!