It was a gloomy night, and the two elders of Beihuamen, Hei Sha and Bai Mang, were running fast outside. Ximen Lang and Zhuque were chasing after them. The wind was whistling in their ears, and they were faster than the fast-moving high-end sports cars, maximizing the potential of the human body.
.In an instant, he ran more than thirty miles and arrived at a wilderness in the suburbs. The grass half a man high was swaying in the wind and rustling like a lonely song.
Ximen Lang's effortless magic skills were outstanding. Not long after, he took the lead in catching up with the two people who were escaping in front. He unleashed his Storm Fist and fought with Zhou Lishou and Wu Lihai in an extremely fierce manner.
However, in terms of strength, Ximen Lang and Heisha Baimang are in the middle, almost the same. At this time, he has no suitable weapons, and the opponent is holding a black iron pipa and the other is wielding a silver sword.
Being at a disadvantage, he was in a dangerous situation.
Zhou Lishou's back and left arm were injured to varying degrees in the battle with Huamen Bajue just now. The pain caused cold sweat on his forehead. Now that he saw Ximen Lang alone, he completely released the anger in his heart and scolded him with a ferocious face.
Said: "You are brave, young man, and you dare to chase me. I will deal with you right here and send you to the eighteenth level of hell..."
Wu Lihai said: "Brother, let's get rid of him quickly before his men come over. As long as the Huamen doesn't have this kid, it's nothing. We'll just kill them for fun."
"Yes, this kid is a serious problem. We should kill him as soon as possible..."
The two stepped up their offensive, the iron pipa kept flying and swaying with a black light, like dark clouds pressing down on the environment, and the silver sword danced rapidly and drew out streaks of light, like lightning coming.
Ximen Lang, who was bare-handed, was forced to keep retreating. He cursed in his heart, "Fuck you, this is unfair. It's one-on-one, and you two are copying each other. Isn't this cheating?"
The situation became increasingly critical. Under the violent storm-like offensive of the Black and White Elders, Ximen Lang was like a small boat in the stormy waves. It could capsize or be smashed to pieces at any time.
Fortunately, Suzaku's slim body flew over, and the giant scissors she held in her hand were cut open by the Yinhong Sword in the middle. Now they turned into two curved independent scissors, like two strange-shaped sharp swords flashing.
Cold light.
"Commander-in-Chief, continue..."
After letting out a sweet shout, Suzaku threw the scissor blade in his left hand.
The scissor blade rotated sideways in the air, like a spinning knife, making a slight sound.
Ximen Lang jumped up, reached out and grabbed the scissors in his hand, smiled happily and said, "You came on time, good job!" Then he twisted in mid-air, and he swung the sharp blade to stab Wu Lihai's throat like lightning.
past.
Any weapon can be regarded as an extension of the body. Unless one's martial arts has reached the state of transformation, to the point where flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, otherwise, having weapons is always better than empty hands. This is the case for Ximen Lang now.
Driven by his Hunyuan Gong, the sharp blade pierced through like a silver snake, and its power increased sharply.
However, Wu Lihai had a sword in his hand that was as sharp as iron. Based on this, he did not dodge at all. He waved his arm calmly and slashed half of the scissors with the Yinhong Sword, looking confident.
Ximen Lang frowned and cursed secretly: "You are awesome, you are great if you have a sword!" He knew in his heart that the opponent's sword was too sharp. As soon as it touched the scissors, the weapon in his hand would immediately break into two pieces. He had no choice but to do so.
Next, he could only retract the sharp blade, change the direction, and try to stab him again. However, the opportunity was lost, and Wu Lihai's Yin Hong Sword swung out and stabbed fiercely with countless sword shadows.
Worried about the sharpness of the opponent's sword, Ximen Lang could only try not to let the weapon in his hand collide with it. He would inevitably be unable to use it and would be controlled by the opponent. He was so angry that he clenched his steel teeth and was so angry that he could hardly breathe.
Six or seven meters away, Suzaku and Zhou Lishou were fighting fiercely, and the situation was also not optimistic. Zhou Lishou's black iron pipa was extremely heavy and fierce, and each hit was a thousand pounds of force, so Suzaku did not dare to fight head-on.
He could only rely on his excellent light skills to fight with him. However, it was not easy for Zhou Lishou to defeat the opponent in a short while.
A moment later, Ximenlang accidentally touched the scissor blade with Yinhong Sword and made a soft sound, and was cut off in half. Only the bare handle was left in his hand, with a look of shock on his face.
A ferocious smile appeared on Zhou Lishou's face, and he shouted sternly: "Boy, let's see how you can compete with me!" Suddenly, he used his unique skill to thrust out nine swords in a row, forming an overwhelming light and shadow that swayed over. This was his unique skill in life, "Nine swords".
"Zi Dengke," he wants to chop the opponent into pieces.
The unarmed Ximen Lang saw countless sword shadows coming towards him with cold light, and he was horrified. Damn it, it's so scary. Do you think I have to give an explanation? In panic, he threw out the handle in his hand and kicked the ground with his right foot, like a cannonball.
He scurried backwards, like a frightened bird.
Under the threat of life and death, Ximen Lang naturally used his magic skills to the extreme. In a flash, he retreated to a place more than ten meters away. However, he still felt a chill on his chest. He couldn't help but be afraid. Am I really being attacked?
When he looked down, he was shocked. He saw that his coat and the leather knife bag tied inside were scratched to pieces and riddled with holes, exposing his strong and white chest. Fortunately, the skin inside was not scratched.
break.
Wu Lihai was surprised when he saw that his unique skill, Nine Sons, failed to mince the opponent. No wonder this kid is now famous and powerful in the underworld of Z country. It turns out that he does have unfathomable martial arts and is very powerful!
Zhou Lishou, who was next to him, was already injured. Now he was fighting fiercely. Every time he turned the heavy black iron pipa in his hand, he would drive his internal energy. As time went by, he would inevitably become exhausted and lose his patience. Suddenly, he turned the iron
The pipa is placed across the chest, and the hand
He quickly plucked the strings with his fingers and made an extremely weird sound, which had no melodies at all. It was like many evil ghosts screaming pitifully. It scared Suzaku. Then he felt a huge headache, as if it was about to split. He couldn't help but be shocked.
Called: "Ah...how could this happen..."
Zhou Lishou gave a sinister laugh and said, "I will give you a piece of music for free. I guarantee that you will be as happy as a god after listening to it, haha..." As he spoke, his fingers moved faster and faster, and the noise was as dense as the roar of a ferocious god, filling the air.
Even Wu Lihai's face in the distance changed. He knew in his heart that the black iron pipa in his elder brother's arms was a foreign object passed down from ancient times. If you pluck the strings with your internal force, it will make a noise that can damage the enemy's brain nerves.
The stronger the internal force, the louder the noise. If the internal force is strong enough to dial out the soul sound, you can directly use the piano sound to kill people...
PS: Back to Brother Qiangzi, only one seed and fertilizer can be given to the same GG number every day. I want to give you more seeds, but I can't because the system won't let me. I have no choice but to give it to you tomorrow.