In the night, the white tiger, whose face was covered in blood and had no arms and legs, lay on the ground struggling desperately, roaring, "Ah... Ximen Lang... I'm going to kill you..."
The cry was comparable to that of a wild beast, echoing in the air and making it particularly permeable.
Ximen Lang floated down, swung his right hand, and the brilliant sword light flashed through. The three dead men of Donghua Sect screamed and fell to the ground. They finally realized what it means to "hurt someone with every move!"
At this time, Bai Hu showed his tough side and stood up tremblingly. Both of his feet were cut off. At this time, the two bloody leg bones were stuck on the ground. The heartbreaking pain was naturally indescribable.
He raised his bloody gourd-like right arm and pointed at Ximen Lang, with a ferocious look in his eyes. His bloody face was extremely terrifying, as if he was an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell.
Ximenlang sneered and said disdainfully: "Look at you, you look like a bear. You are neither human nor ghost. You are trying to scare me. Damn it. If there is a road to heaven, you will not take it. If there is no door to hell, you will find it on your own. I
I will fulfill you and send you to the eighteenth level of hell, so that you will never be able to stand up again."
The white tiger screamed sternly, "I will perish with you..." He suddenly jumped up with all his strength, pounced on the opponent, and struck Ximenlang with his two bloody arms, while the trapped beast sitting at the end continued to fight.
"kill!"
Ximen Lang roared loudly, like a thunderbolt in the sky. He swung out the blood-coagulated sword fiercely and stabbed the white tiger's heart. It passed through the chest and the blood arrow shot out.
Bai Hu had a look of astonishment on his face, his eyes widened, and he shouted in a tight voice: "You... you..." As Ximen Lang pulled out the sword, he fell to the ground and died.
Ximen Lang saw many dead men in black rushing over crazily, with a look of contempt in his eyes. Now he couldn't waste time with these guys. He wanted to kill the culprit, the old fox Xue Wensheng. Suddenly, he flew out, and
A man in the air yelled fiercely: "Old man, take your life..."
As the red light surged, the blood-condensing sword stabbed through in a thrilling manner, extremely sharp. It was exactly the arrogant Lingyun sword technique that Ximen Lang had recently practiced hard.
Xue Wensheng's face was filled with shock and he hurriedly dodged. Then he grabbed a dead soldier beside him, snatched the Longquan Sword from the man's hand with his right hand, used the living man as a shield, and rushed over with the Longquan Sword brandished. He shouted:
"Asshole, I'm going to cut you into pieces..."
Ximen Lang said coldly: "You think too highly of yourself!" The blood-coagulated sword slashed into pieces.
"Rang!"
The Longquan sword was broken into two pieces, and the blood-condensing sword stabbed sharply, penetrating the dead man's chest and causing blood to spurt out.
The dead soldier screamed, tilted his head and rushed to hell. The sword did not stop for a moment, and stabbed Xue Wensheng directly through the dead soldier.
"Hmph..." Xue Wensheng snorted coldly, letting go of the dead man with his left hand, and suddenly, two fingers in his mouth were accurately clamped on the edge of the blood coagulation sword.
In an instant, a cold air clung to the sword, and the blood-coagulated sword became as cold as ice. The cold air poured into Ximen Lang's body through his palm.
Ximenlang frowned, damn, you are still playing freezing tricks with me. You treat me like a free chicken, and you will freeze me if I come or not? The true power of Hunyuan surges in his body, and will invading people
The cold air dissipated, and then, the internal force was fiercely driven, and the powerful internal force was poured into the blood coagulation sword.
A surge of pure Yang internal energy surged through the sword body. Xue Wensheng felt that his two fingers were numb and could no longer hold it, so he hurriedly let go.
Ximenlang's wrist shook quickly, and the dead soldier who acted as a shield was broken into several pieces, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere. In an instant, the blood-coagulated sword was pressed against Xue Wensheng's throat, and he said in a cold voice: "Say quickly, Hualong Ring and Shanhe Fan were
Where have you hidden?"
Many dead soldiers were shocked when they saw their leader being held hostage, and shouted angrily: "Let the door owner go quickly..."
"Did you hear that? Otherwise I will kill you..."
Ximen Lang said angrily: "Shut up, everyone. If anyone yells again, I will kill this old bastard first."
These dead men did not dare to call out anymore, they held the Longquan Sword tightly in their hands and looked at him eagerly, waiting for the opportunity to come.
Xue Wensheng froze in place, feeling the cold blade on his neck. He felt frightened in his heart, but he deliberately acted fearless and said bravely with a trembling voice: "You don't need to ask, I don't know how to do it."
I told you the whereabouts of these two treasures..."
Ximen Lang said angrily: "Old man, do you believe I will kill you?"
Xue Wensheng sneered and said, "It's up to you. Those two treasures are more important than my life. I won't give them to you. Even if I die, I still want them as burial objects."
"Asshole..." Ximen Lang said angrily, his face covered with frost, "I'll ask you again, can you hand over the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan?"
"Don't waste your time!"
Ximenlang's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said angrily: I'll kill you..."
Suddenly, a weak voice came from not far away, "No... Xiaolang, I beg you... please don't kill my grandfather..."
Ximen Lang was startled and turned his head hurriedly to look around. He saw Xuewei swaying and struggling to stand up seven or eight meters away. He asked distressedly: "Xuewei, how are you?"
Xuewei herself is also practicing the Snow Ning Magic Skill, but her skills are much weaker than her grandfather's. The internal skills they practice are the same. Therefore, after she suffered a heavy blow from her grandfather's ice-cutting palm, she was seriously injured.
However, he used his Snow Condensation Magic to gradually dissolve the cold air. When he woke up, he saw the dangerous scene where his grandfather was about to be killed, and hurriedly spoke to stop him.
Just when Ximen Lang was stunned, Xue Wensheng's body suddenly flew out upside down, and he fled in a panic, running quickly in the night without caring about anyone.
Ximen Lang was startled and cursed: "You old beast, where are you going..." He quickly jumped into the air to catch up.
"Ah...oh..." Xuewei let out a painful scream.
In mid-air, Ximenlang hurriedly turned around and saw Xuewei spinning and falling down as if in exhaustion. He shouted in extreme horror, "Xuewei..." He no longer cared about chasing Xue Wensheng and hurriedly flew to Xuewei's place.
The direction of where.
After Ximen Lang landed on the ground, he hurriedly picked up Xuewei and felt that she still had a weak breath. He felt relieved and chopped down four or five dead soldiers with his sword. He flew up on tiptoes and landed in Mingcui Tower.
On the roof of the house, Xuewei was gently put down.
Bright lights came from the streets in the distance, and hundreds of military trucks drove over quickly. In an instant, when they stopped nearby, Liu Kaifeng took the lead and jumped out of the cab with a strange knife in his hand, shouting: "Hurry up.
Everyone get out of the car and copy the guy..."
Suddenly, two thousand people rushed out of the car...