In the valley, hunting arrows kept shooting at many lama soldiers. In a short time, more than half of the lamas were killed or injured, and the rest lay on the ground, using the bodies of their companions as cover to resist the rain of arrows.
After a round of hunting arrows was fired, many members of the Huamen put down their crossbows and rushed over crazily, brandishing machetes and other weapons, with overwhelming momentum.
"Everyone, go ahead and chop these bastards down."
"Kill, avenge the dead brothers..."
More than 20,000 people from the Huamen surrounded the remaining 2,000 or so Lama soldiers and started a fierce fight.
Xiao Muqing held a machete in her hand and slashed at a stout lama on the opposite side. The lama hurriedly sidestepped and swung an iron rod to stop him from hitting her. She turned sideways, flew up in the air, and slashed diagonally with the knife in his hand.
"puff!"
Half of the lama's head was cut off, dripping with blood, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, Xia Zhiyuan's wrist on the right shook, and the green water sword was unsheathed. A faint green light flashed in the air, and it stabbed another lama. The lama moved the iron rod forward to block, and only heard a proper sound, the sword stick
They intersected, and the iron rod was cut into two pieces by the sharp sword. The lama's face was full of horror, and he was stabbed in the chest by her sword and fell into a pool of blood...
In addition, leaders such as Liu Kaifeng, Fatty Han, and Bu Qingyun also took the lead and fought fiercely with a group of lama soldiers. Although those lamas were fierce, they were no match for them. In an instant, dozens of them were killed.
Seeing the members of the Hua Clan rushing towards them in a dark mass, which was more than ten times their number, including many top-notch masters, the lama soldiers appeared panicked, in disarray, and even more brutally killed.
Koga Junmei's face was covered with frost, and she secretly resented it. The situation was originally extremely favorable for the Xihua Sect, but the psychic king, a lustful ghost who only knew how to fuck women, accidentally fell into the trap, and now he has lost many lama soldiers.
, it was too difficult to break out. She gritted her silver teeth and pulled out the samurai sword from her waist.
Dao, just about to join the battle group, suddenly discovered that not far away, a group of black ninjas jumped up and flew over like bats. The leader was a curvaceous female ninja, which surprised her and gave up the idea of lingering here, turning around.
, he jumped up on his tiptoes and jumped in the direction he came from, trying to escape.
The ninjas who chased them were the Black Shadow Guards, and the leading female ninja was Kaori Muto. She waved the katana in her hand and ordered: "Chase me and kill that female ninja from the Koga family..."
A group of ninjas quickly chased after her, and when they saw Koga Summi duck into the woods, they followed her into the woods.
The people of the Huamen rushed over like a stormy sea, drowning a group of lamas. Especially the leaders such as Liu Kaifeng were so ferocious that it made people tremble with fear.
Liu Kaifeng slashed wildly with the chain knife in his hand, extremely fast, always attacking from unexpected directions, causing each lama to fall in a pool of blood after being hit by the knife.
Fatty Han swung his giant axe, shouting wildly like a wild beast, and he struck with the axe. The lama on the opposite side raised his iron rod to resist, and there was only a loud bang, and the lama's two hands were in the tiger's mouth.
They were all shattered by the shock, bleeding out, and his arms were sore and numb. He could no longer hold it, and the iron rod flew away from his hand. The giant ax slashed across the body, and after a scream, the lama's bald head was cut off abruptly, and his bones fell to the ground.
The others, Bu Qingyun holding a silver hook, Long Feiyu holding a kulkha scimitar, and Xuanyuan Mo holding a green-edged sword, showed great power and chopped down many lamas to the ground.
There were also girls like Gan Ninglian, Xiao Huan and others who were not inferior to men. They rushed forward to kill the unlucky lama. There was a flash of blood and frightening screams one after another.
The most intense fight was between the two top masters, the psychic Dharma King and the old man in green robes. The former was proficient in the tantric magical arts, plus the big hand seal and iron cloth shirt, while the latter had practiced the blood demonic arts, the storm fist, and the golden bell.
.I saw the two of them flashing towards me
They ran away so fast that they couldn't see clearly. Their fists were swinging in mid-air, hitting each other on the body, making the sound of metal collision. Every attack was enough to kill people. Fortunately, they all had magical powers to protect their bodies, but they just felt the formation.
It was just a bit of pain, not injured.
In terms of skill, the green-robed ancestor was stronger, but since he only had one arm, he inevitably suffered a disadvantage. As a result, the two men became equally powerful and the fight was indistinguishable.
Hong Jiao was amazed that besides her great enemy Zhang Xiaofeng, there were actually strong men who could fight against her husband. This lama's martial arts skills were truly unfathomable!
Seeing that his master couldn't win for a while, Ximen Lang wanted to help him, but he was afraid that his master would blame him, because the master cared about such a thing. He tentatively asked: "Master, I want to help master fight that lama, is that okay?"
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Hong Jiao shook her head and said, "No, your master has been holding back for many years and finally met such an opponent of equal strength. The fight must be satisfying. You must not go over to help, lest he blame you."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to Master's wife. But, like Master, I have itchy hands if I don't fight."
Hong Jiao's eyes swept over the many lamas, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she said: "Aren't there still these pigs? Xiaolang, how about our master and disciple try to compete with the twelve soul-chasing slashes?"
Ximen Lang said excitedly: "Okay, Master Wife will invite you first."
"Okay, I'll go first!" After saying this, Hong Jiao raised her hands, and the twelve willow leaf flying knives suddenly shot out, making a whining sound.
Twelve rays of cold light entered the fiercely fighting crowd like lightning. It was Hong Jiao's famous stunt "Twelve Soul Chasing Slashes!"
Only the sound of books and screams could be heard. Eleven lamas were hit by flying knives. As blood arrows flew out, they swayed and fell into a pool of blood. Another lama happened to be moving while using a blind cat, as if he had killed a mouse.
The iron rod blocked the flying knife and he survived.
Ximen Lang clapped his hands and praised: "Okay... Master Niang shot eleven lamas at once, great!"
Hong Jiao herself was a little dissatisfied and sighed: "I should have hit all twelve flying knives, but unfortunately, I am old and no longer useful."
Ximenlang hurriedly comforted her and said: "Master's wife killed eleven lamas in one move. It's amazing. You are a well-deserved hero among women, how can you talk about being an old person?"
Hong Jiao said angrily: "You're a kid who knows how to flatter people. Now it's your turn to use these twelve soul-chasing techniques. See if you can hit them all?"
Ximen Lang said modestly: "I'm far worse than my wife."
"Forget it. Excessive modesty is hypocrisy. Just cum quickly."
"Okay." Ximenlang agreed, thinking to himself, the master's wife shot eleven lamas, I can't beat her and hit all twelve flying knives. How about this...