Like a ghost, Xue Wensheng suddenly floated over and struck out with a cold palm. The target was Ximen Lang in his granddaughter's arms. If he didn't get rid of this boy, he would be a serious problem after all.
"ah……"
Xuewei screamed and hurriedly turned around to protect her sweetheart, never thinking about the serious consequences her move would have on herself. In a critical moment, she would protect him at all costs and prevent him from being hurt.
"Peng!"
The ice-breaking palm hit Xuewei on the back, her clothes were torn, and strips of white cloth flew in all directions like butterflies. Under the huge inertia, her body flew up involuntarily, her hand loosened weakly, and the silver sword and Ximen Lang fell down.
…
Xue Wensheng did not expect that his granddaughter would use his own body to resist his ice palm to protect Ximen Lang. He snorted coldly, not caring about his granddaughter's life or death at all. For him, dealing with that boy Ximen Lang is the most important thing to do at the moment.
. He rushed over with a lunge, used all his strength, and struck out the second palm.
"Peng!"
Ximenlang's body was hit, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, falling on the left side of the Mercedes-Benz. A bone-piercing pain came from his chest, and with a bang, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Then he
, a cold air traveled rapidly through his body along his meridians, causing his body temperature to drop close to zero, and his body gradually became stiff, which made him feel unbearable, but he felt that his limbs were feeling.
Testing, Ximen Lang moved his fingers, and his middle finger could actually bend. Then, he could turn his head, and he also had feeling in his arms and legs.
What's going on? Ximen Lang wondered for a while. Could it be that, under the stimulation of this old guy's Snow Condensation Magic, the hemp cartilage powder in my body lost its effectiveness prematurely?
Perhaps, this is the most reasonable explanation.
However, although Ximenlang's body regained consciousness and gradually recovered, another problem came, that is, the cold air from the Bingbing Palm was attacking his body crazily, making his body temperature become lower and lower, and he slowly entered
When it reaches the freezing state, the exposed skin such as the face and neck begins to frost, and the cold air lingers.
Damn it, the old beast’s Snow Condensation Magic is really overbearing!
Ximen Lang hurriedly took advantage of the fact that it was not completely frozen, gathered his inner strength to protect the Yuanyang Qi in his Dantian, and adopted the strategy of removing fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, driving the Hunyuan Gong to dissolve the snow and ice bit by bit.
If it were anyone else, after actually being hit by Xue Wensheng's ice-cutting palm, he might just have to wait for the cruel end of turning into a frozen person. Ximen Lang is different. The Hunyuan Gong he practices is the Zhiyang Internal Gong of Heaven, which happens to be
It is the nemesis of the Snow Condensation Magic. The bright spring white snow cannot withstand the bright sunshine, that's the truth. However, there is too much ice and cold in his body, and it will take time to completely resolve it. Therefore, currently, he is still in a desperate situation.
After Xuewei was knocked away by her grandfather's palm, she fell to the ground seven or eight meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staining her chest, as if a gorgeous red flower appeared. Her face turned pale, and her body was also invaded by the cold.
Frost appeared faintly, but she struggled to get up and shouted weakly: "Don't kill him... just kill me... don't kill him..." As soon as she raised her head, she felt dizzy because of the heavy injury.
He fell to the ground and passed out.
Two figures, Xue Wensheng and Bai Hu, jumped up at the same time and landed next to Ximen Lang. They looked at the young man on the ground who was shrouded in cold air, with ferocious beast-like smiles on their faces.
"Bai Hu, haven't you always held a grudge against this boy? Now I'll give you a chance to send him to the West."
Bai Hu said excitedly: "Thank you, Master, for your support. I will beat him to death." After saying that, he kicked him out, and Ximen Lang suddenly jumped up to a height of three to four meters, then fell down again.
Ximen Lang has recovered some of his skills, but he still pretends to be unable to move. He is waiting for the opportunity, because the skills he currently possesses are not enough to fight against Xue Wensheng and others, so he must endure.
Fortunately, he had a golden bell to protect his body. Although the kick caused him severe pain, he was not injured.
Bai Hu laughed wildly with pride, "Hahaha, you didn't expect it, you kid also has today...I'll fight..." He let out a strange cry like Bruce Lee, and punched suddenly.
The iron fist with a hand brace hit Ximen Lang's butt|butt, tearing three gashes, and blood flowed out. He shivered in pain, but gritted his teeth to endure it, and remained motionless, letting his body rise into the air again. He was cursing in his heart.
, fuck your mother, my handsome face has disfigured you!
However, fortunately, Ju|Hua was not injured, and Ximen Lang also recognized it. He secretly concentrated on dissolving the cold air in his body, gritting his teeth and thinking, just wait, if I recover my skills, I will give you a good look!
After Ximen Lang's body rose to a certain height, he fell down again. Bai Hu's other fist came over and hit him on the waist, which hurt him so much that he couldn't help but hate it.
After that, all I could hear was the fluffy sound. The white tiger hit Ximenlang into the air as if it were a human sandbag, causing the boy to rise and fall non-stop. He himself was very happy and extremely awesome. While beating,
He scolded fiercely: "Damn it, I told you to be awesome, the deputy elder of the Huamen, the underworld genius, and the most promising new star. When you come to me, you are nothing, just a dead dog...
"
Xue Wensheng looked at the increasingly stiff body rising and falling, with blood splattering, and his heart felt extremely happy. Ximen Lang, you also have today...
In the distance, Big Huan and Big Huan suffered varying degrees of sword wounds under the frenzied siege of many dead soldiers. Big Huan was stabbed in the right leg and the blood stained his camouflage trousers red. Xiao Huan's left arm was cut open. Fortunately,
The wounds are not deep, and he still has fighting ability.
The two of them caught a glimpse of Ximen Lang being knocked into the air. Their eyes were split open and they screamed heart-breakingly, "Master..." They waved their swords as if they were crazy, trying to repel the enemy in front of them.
They went to rescue their master. However, the dead soldiers surrounded the two of them like a stormy sea, making their idea come to nothing.
Ximen Lang was repeatedly hit in the air by the white tiger, but he never resisted. When he fell, he adjusted his position and tried to make his butt fall first. He was hit by the opponent, so that his butt and waist were scarred.
Over a long period of time, dozens of wounds appeared. Fortunately, the chrysanthemums were not hurt. Moreover, the shirt had a certain resistance to the spikes on the hand supports, and his Golden Bell Kung Fu had reached a certain level and could be defended, so the wounds were not injured.
It's not too deep, it's just a flesh wound.
"call!"
Ximen Lang fell again. At this time, most of the cold energy in his body was resolved. Seeing that the white tiger was about to punch out, he suddenly opened his narrowed star eyes, punched hard, and shouted: "Go to hell."