The resentment in my heart had accumulated too much, and finally it exploded into a rage that spread all over the sky!
Bai Hu watched in utter horror as the opponent threw heavy punches. He couldn't figure out why this young man who had been hit with numb tendons and bone powder could suddenly move freely? Also, even if he had hit more than ten heavy punches just now, even if
The opponent is made of steel and can't help but fall apart, but that guy still has the ability to fight. This is incredible!
In fear, Bai Hu hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, but it was too late. With a loud bang, Ximen Lang's iron fist hit his face, like a heavy hammer hitting it, smashing his ugly face to pieces.
Flying horizontally.
"oops……"
The white tiger let out a blood-piercing scream and retreated four or five steps in a row. Under the moonlight, his face covered with blood looked extremely terrifying, and he roared crazily: "I'm going to kill you..."
Ximen Lang snorted coldly, "You will never have this chance!" Suddenly, he ran to the SUV next to him, opened the door, leaned over and grabbed it, the back seat was lifted up, and he was lying quietly in the special mezzanine inside.
The smelly blood-coagulated sword.
As Ximen Lang sucked in his strong internal energy, the blood-coagulated sword jumped up and fell into his hand.
"Canglang!"
After a dragon roar, red light flashed and the blood-coagulated sword was unsheathed.
Ximen Lang threw the scabbard back into the car, pushed it, and closed the door. Looking far away, he realized that Dahuan and Dahuan were in a critical situation under the siege of many dead soldiers. He suddenly flew up and jumped more than ten meters away.
When it fell, it happened to be near Lei Xiaohuan. The blood coagulant was swung out quickly, and screams could be heard endlessly. Six Donghuamen dead men fell in a pool of blood after being hit by swords.
Lei Xiaohuan shouted in surprise: "Master, you're okay, that's great..." There was still blood on her left arm, but she had no time to care about it, as she was only concerned about the other person's safety.
Ximenlang was very moved. He looked at the dead soldiers who continued to come over with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "If you dare to touch my woman, you will all die..."
He has said this sentence more than once, and each time he said it to a different person. It is true that he is very carefree and cannot restrain his shortcomings of philanthropy, but he is sincere to every girl he has and does not allow it.
They are harmed by anyone.
The words "my woman," moved Lei Xiaohuan to tears. No matter how much she paid for him, these words were worth it!
Xue Wensheng in the distance was stunned. He did not expect that after being hit hard by his ice-cutting palm, the seventeen-year-old boy was hit hard by Bai Hu's iron fist. Instead of dying, he strangely returned to his original state.
He moved freely. A huge sense of fear filled his heart. He seemed to see the most terrifying species in the world, so that he shouted with a trembling voice: "Go to me...make sure to kill him..."
Many dead soldiers rushed over like crazy, mysteriously like mecha warriors, not afraid of death and not knowing how to retreat.
Ximen Lang stretched out his arms to hold Lei Xiaohuan in his arms, and said softly: "Baby, wait for me on the roof first, and watch me kill them to vent your anger."
Lei Xiaohuan nodded happily, having long forgotten the severe pain in her arm, and agreed like a dizziness, "Yeah!" Then, she noticed that Ximen Lang's body was spinning rapidly, and after three rounds like a whirlwind, he violently pushed her
Throw it out.
In an instant, Lei Xiaohuan's curvaceous body flew in the air, landed gently on the roof of Mingcui Tower thirty meters away, and stood on the glazed tile roof.
Ximen Lang swung his blood-condensed sword, and the bodies of the three dead soldiers who rushed over were torn into eight pieces with red light, and their bloody heads, arms, legs, intestines and stomachs flew in all directions. Then, he touched the bottom of his right foot and flew to Lei Dahuan,
The sword was waved, and seven or eight more dead soldiers fell into a pool of blood.
Seeing her master's brave arrival, Lei Dahuan was naturally overjoyed. Her injuries were much more serious than her sister's. Before, she was so focused on rescuing her master that she had to fight with her remaining courage. Now she could no longer hold on.
, he would collapse to the ground as soon as his body tilted.
Ximen Lang hurriedly hugged her and shouted distressedly: "Dahuan, what's wrong with you?"
Lei Dahuan reluctantly opened her eyes, smiled, and said weakly: "I'm fine..." She tilted her head and fainted.
Ximen Lang jumped up, kicked away the two Donghuamen dead men, and leaped towards Mingcui Tower. After three ups and downs, he jumped to the top of the building, carefully placed the big ring on the roof, and said:
"Xiaohuan, look at your sister, I will avenge your sisters..."
Lei Xiaohuan hurriedly said: "Master, you'd better leave here quickly. There are too many of them, and they are all masters. Your safety is the most important, so leave us alone."
Ximen Lang shook his head and said: "Stop talking, can I do something that is not human? What should I be afraid of when there are many people? Am I the only one?" He raised his left wrist and pressed the button on the watch.
The contact list flashed, and it turned out that this was a new watch phone.
After clicking on the name "Liu Kaifeng" and the call was connected, Ximen Lang raised his wrist and put it down under his chin, saying in a deep voice: "Kaifeng, hurry up and take people to Mingcui Building in the northern suburbs. I'm trapped here."
Liu Kaifeng's anxious voice came from his watch, "We'll be there right away."
At this time, the white tiger with blood on his face chased after him, jumped up, and flew over like a black goshawk. He roared: "Asshole, where are you running away..."
Ximen Lang said disdainfully, "You are not overestimating your own abilities!" He rushed out and faced the other party.
The two met each other at a height of more than ten meters, and the white tiger used a "hungry tiger pounces on food," an iron fist that struck with the sound of the wind.
Ximenlang sternly scolded: "Cut your hands!" The blood-condensing sword suddenly swung out, emitting a dazzling red light. His strength was about to surpass the opponent, but at this time, Hunyuan Gong broke through the eighth level, and it was even more difficult to defeat that guy.
Next words.
The sword came first, and only a shrill scream was heard, "Ah..." Bai Hu's left hand was cut off, blood gushed out from the broken wrist, and his body lost balance and fell to the ground.
Ximen Lang hit the target with one blow, and then shouted: "Broken foot..." The blood-coagulated sword flipped in the air, and Bai Hu's right foot was cut off. The severe pain once again visited the unlucky guy, so much so that his screams could not be stopped.
become hoarse.
"Ah...my hands...my feet..."
"Damn, what's your name? I haven't finished cutting yet. I'll cut again..."
As Ximen Lang uttered murderous words, the moment the white tiger was about to fall to the ground, the blood-coagulated sword trembled and emitted a terrifying sword light. The white tiger's remaining right hand and left foot separated from his body at almost the same moment, and fell first to the ground.
On the ground.
Then, there was a muffled "thud" sound, and the white tiger, which had no arms or legs and limbs dripping with blood, fell to the ground with its face turned to the sky...