Liu Kaifeng's attack was as powerful as a crazy tiger. Sal Ming and his brothers had just set up a large Prajna Formation and fought Ximen Lang for a long time. Although he was not injured, he was already exhausted after his body had been hollowed out recently. Now he is no longer able to fight.
He was attacked like a storm by the fierce generals in the back of the house, known as Crazy Liu, and his physical strength was even more exhausted.
In an instant, the two of them exchanged several moves. Sal Ming's figure slowly showed a flaw. Liu Kaifeng seized the opportunity and roared, and slashed at him with the strange knife at an angle.
"ah!"
Salmin screamed, his left arm was cut off abruptly, and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out, making his face turn pale, and he stumbled around to run away.
A sneer appeared on Liu Kaifeng's face, and he shouted: "You damn bald donkey, where can you run?" A strange knife in his hand rushed over, and he raised the knife and dropped it.
Just when the strange knife was about to hit Sal Ming, a Tibetan knife reached out with a diagonal stab, held the strange knife, and made a "dang" sound. It turned out to be the old Ten Evil Spirits who were besieging Ximenlang with all the brothers.
As they walked, they saw that their eighth junior brother was about to be killed by the strange sword, so they hurriedly came over to support him.
As a result, Salmin narrowly escaped death and fled westward like a bereaved dog.
When Liu Kaifeng saw this, he was angry and cursed: "You bald donkey, you are meddling in other people's business!" "Huh!" He raised his right arm, and struck Sal Xing fiercely with the sound of wind in his iron palm. In an instant, in his eyes,
There was a flash of cold light, and the strange knife was pointed in the direction of Salmin's escape, and his right hand pressed the protrusion on the handle of the knife.
Driven by the powerful machine spring, the blade like a shark's head suddenly separated from the handle and flew towards the opponent with a thin alloy steel chain.
"puff!"
The strange knife penetrated Salmin's back, which was seven or eight meters away, and the sharp tip came out of his chest.
Sal Ming's face was filled with astonishment. He did not expect that even with the interception of his second senior brother, he still could not escape the fate of being killed. His body shook twice and fell to the ground with a plop.
When Sal Xing saw that his eighth junior brother was finally killed by this young man holding a strange knife, he was furious and roared like a lion: "You bastard, I have to kill you..." The hidden knife was held out like a storm.
, stabbed the opponent five times in a row.
Seeing the fierceness of the opponent's attack, Liu Kaifeng hurriedly jumped back, flicked his right wrist in mid-air, stretched the alloy steel chain on the handle of the knife, pulled the blade out of Sal Ming's body, and then swung the strange knife, the shark-head-like blade
He slashed at the opponent with a thin chain, his momentum was astonishing.
Sal Xing hurriedly dodged to avoid it, and the two of them fought fiercely back and forth.
On the other hand, Ximen Lang was besieged by the eldest Salhuo, the third Sarru, the fifth Sarfa, the sixth Sarna, and the tenth Sal, among the ten evil spirits of Tantric Buddhism, and they fought fiercely together.
Many members of the Huamen roared and waved machetes and came forward to break the siege of the hall master, but they could not get close to the lamas. Two of them rushed forward at the risk of death, and were seriously injured by Tibetan knives and fell to the ground.
Ximen Lang knew clearly in his heart that there was a huge difference in strength between his subordinates and these lamas. He would risk death if he stepped forward. He hurriedly shouted: "Everyone in the back hall of the house is listening. Get out of here. Just a few bald donkeys!"
, I can take care of your boss alone."
The back hall of the family was under the control of Ximen Lang, and there were numerous military orders. When they heard the hall master's order, everyone did not dare to disobey. They hurriedly dragged the two injured accomplices back and watched from a distance as the hall master fought desperately with the lamas.
The Great Prajna Iron Wall Invincible Formation requires eight people to form. Now that the ten evil spirits are dead and injured, naturally they cannot reach the number of people needed to set up the formation. They can only rely on their own original strength to fight against them.
Since these lamas could not form a formation, Ximen Lang was naturally not afraid of them. Even though he was one against five, he was not defeated at all, and instead gradually gained the upper hand.
After more than ten moves, Ximenlang, who became more and more courageous as he fought, struck out a strange move, which made the third son Salru unable to dodge. He punched him in the chest. He stepped back five or six steps and spit out blood. This punch interrupted
He had three ribs, and he grinned in pain.
Immediately afterwards, Ximen Lang jumped up, and while stabbing Lao Liu Sarna with the fishbone sword in his right hand, he quickly kicked out with his left foot and went straight to Lao Shi Salna. His moves were perfect and impeccable.
Sarna hurriedly dodged, causing the fish-bone sword to stab him close to his armpit. He was secretly glad that he had escaped. Unexpectedly, the arm of the guy who had become a Tai turned towards the anti-joint, and the fish-bone sword was thrust into his armpit.
Stab it into his body, causing him to howl and retreat hurriedly.
Sal Fen also failed to avoid Ximen Lang's overbearing kick, and was hit on the right side of his face. His cheekbones and chin were all shattered. His originally ugly face was deformed, and the right half of his face collapsed. It looked very scary.
. His eyes were filled with panic and he screamed, making a whining sound from his mouth, he turned around and ran away quickly.
Killing intent flashed in Ximen Lang's eyes. He raised his hand and a willow leaf flying knife shot out, accurately nailing Sal's heart. Driven by inertia, he continued to run for two steps and fell to the ground.
In a pool of blood.
In a truly gorgeous turn, the fish-bone sword in Ximen Lang's hand stabbed Salfa with a graceful flow like clouds and flowing water. He raised his left hand again and shot out another flying knife, aiming at a target that had just been broken seven or eight meters away.
Sarru, the third child with three ribs.
Seeing the silver light coming towards him, Sarru hurriedly dodged and avoided the willow leaf flying knife that was heading towards his throat. He said angrily: "It didn't hit. Do you think I am so easily hit by your flying knife, Buddha?"
"
Ximenlang launched an attack on Sarfa and said with a sneer: "Really, take another flying knife from me..." As the cuffs swung, silver light shot out again.
Sarru's eyes widened and he watched the opponent's every move closely. When he saw the flying knife coming at him again, he swung his hidden knife to smash the flying knife away twice. He laughed proudly: "It still didn't shoot..."
Unexpectedly, two bullet-like iron balls suddenly arrived and hit his eyes, causing him to scream miserably: "Ah, my eyes..." In an instant, both of his eyeballs were hit.
It was smashed, two iron balls were deeply embedded in his eye sockets, and blood was slowly flowing down, which was extremely terrifying.
There was darkness in front of Sarru. He was afraid that someone would do something bad to him, so he waved the hidden knife in his hand wildly, wandering around like a headless fly.
Seeing that he was blind, a group of Donghuamen members swarmed up and chopped down like raindrops with their machetes.
"Ah..." Sarru roared like a wild beast, and waved the Tibetan knife to block the oncoming machete based on his senses. However, his mind was confused after being seriously injured, his reaction was not very sensitive, and his own martial arts did not reach the level of listening to the wind and distinguishing the movement.
Therefore, although he blocked most of the machetes, three machetes still struck him, causing him to howl miserably. He jumped into the air desperately, flew to the right randomly, and fell into the surging river with a splash.