Despite his young age, Ximen Lang is indeed much more thoughtful than his peers. In order to make his wife happy, he decided to hide his strength.
When Ximen Lang swung his arms, twelve willow leaf flying knives shot out. Both in speed and strength, they completely surpassed Hong Jiao, but they deliberately tampered with the target.
Those lamas did not expect that the flying knives came again. Ten lamas were hit in the head by the flying knives and fell to the ground screaming. Another two flying knives missed and disappeared.
Ximen Lang sighed: "I have just shot ten lamas. It seems that the old ones are still hot. Compared with the master's wife, I am still far behind."
Hong Jiao saw the other two flying knives flying straight away. She knew in her heart that her apprentice did this intentionally and said angrily: "Little slippery man, do you think I can't see it? Why did you let me go?"
Ximen Langsan smiled and said: "No, it's because I haven't practiced my flying knife well enough." But he thought in his heart, Master's wife is really amazing, she can even see this. Feeling a little embarrassed, he hurriedly said: "Master's wife,
I lost the knife-throwing contest, and my hands were a little itchy, so I went to kill those lamas?"
Hong Jiao nodded, "Go ahead."
Ximen Lang rushed to the side and shouted: "Sword!"
Kuangyun Guard Captain Li Haihui stepped forward quickly, opened the long package in his hand, took out the blood-coagulated sword inside and handed it over.
As soon as Hong Jiao saw this sword, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. What happened? Why did this unique sword get into his hands?
Ximen Lang didn't notice the strange look on his wife's face. He stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the sword. He let out a dragon roar and unsheathed the blood-condensed sword. He jumped out and flew out. After several ups and downs, he arrived at the place where the lama soldiers gathered.
The sword swung in mid-air, emitting a red light and slashing down fiercely.
In an instant, the iron rods in the hands of the two lamas were cut off, the sword blade swept across, and their heads left their necks and flew into the air bloody...
The brilliant red light attracted the attention of the green-robed ancestor and the psychic king who were fighting fiercely. When the former turned his head to see the sword clearly, there was a look of fear in his eyes, and he suddenly became confused and let out a crazy howl.
,"ah……"
The psychic Dharma King was startled and didn't understand why the one-armed monk was acting like this. However, he immediately found the flaw exposed by the opponent, picked up the Black Iron Buddha Bead with his left hand and struck it fiercely.
"Peng!"
The beads hit the green-robed ancestor's chest. Even though he had a golden bell to protect his body, the opponent's skill was too strong, causing him to feel severe pain coming from his chest. He took five or six steps back, and a wisp of
Blood remained from the corner of his mouth.
Ximen Lang caught a glimpse of his master suffering a loss, and was shocked. He swung his sword and chopped down three lamas. He flew up and jumped in the direction of the green-robed ancestor. He sternly scolded: "Stinky lama, you dare to hurt my master, look at your sword..."
The eyes of the green-robed ancestor became confused. When he saw someone flying towards him brandishing a blood-red sword, he turned around and ran away, scurrying forward and appearing thirty meters away.
Ximen Lang was startled and shouted hurriedly: "Master, where are you going?"
The green-robed ancestor ignored his words, as if he didn't hear them. He used his magic technique and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The psychic king didn't understand why the one-armed old monk suddenly lost his temper. He sighed in his heart, it was just a fluke that I won. If that guy was sane, it's hard to say who would win!
Looking back, the psychic Dharma King saw that most of his 5,000 lama soldiers were dead, with corpses strewn across the field. There were still 500 or 600 people struggling to support him, and they were at the end of their rope. A lama was attacked by hundreds of members of the Huamen.
Attack, is it okay?
For a moment, the psychic Dharma King was extremely heartbroken. Many of these lamas were his disciples. He originally wanted to bring them to the Central Plains to show off their talents and even enjoy glory and wealth. However, unexpectedly, their entire army was going to be wiped out here today.
"Asshole, I will kill you..."
The overwhelming hatred turned into a blazing mass. The psychic king roared and wanted Ximen Lang to rush over and send the culprit to hell to be buried with his dead lama soldiers.
The string of prayer beads in the hand of the psychic Dharma King was also a powerful weapon. In anger, he picked up the beads and threw them at the opponent fiercely, wishing to kill him all at once.
Ximenlang snorted coldly, shook his wrist, and faced him with the blood-condensing sword.
The two weapons collided together, making a crisp sound and sparks flying!
To Ximenlang's expectation, the opponent's inconspicuous-looking string of Buddhist beads was not cut off by his blood-condensing sword. Instead, it was thrown sideways and rushed towards his shoulder. He frowned and hurriedly got out of the way.
He swung the sword several times in a row, slashing and stabbing, while red light flashed in the air, swallowing and swallowing endlessly.
Ximen Lang's own strength is far inferior to that of the King of Psychics. However, now that he has the blood-coagulated sword in his hand, coupled with the exquisite Arrogance Lingyun Sword Technique, he is like a tiger with even more wings. His strength has been greatly improved. For a while, the King of Psychics was unable to do anything.
with him.
There are fewer and fewer lama soldiers, and they are almost wiped out. Girls such as Gan Ninglian have been paying attention to their boyfriends. For them, his safety is the most important. In the battle with the psychic Dharma King, although Ximen Lang had a blood-condensing sword,
In his hand, there were endless wonderful sword moves, but he still couldn't do anything to the lama, and he was gradually losing ground.
Several women connected with each other and flew over in unison, surrounding the psychic king. All kinds of weapons were frantically waving at him.
The King of Psychics was secretly shocked, Damn, where did so many beautiful girls come from? All of them have extraordinary skills. If we continue to fight, I won't be able to take any advantage. Even Koga Junmei is gone, so I still can't.
Withdraw first!
Thinking of this, the psychic Dharma King waved his beads and forced the two girls, Xiao Muqing and Xia Zhiyuan, to retreat to the west. He rushed out of the gap at a speed that was unbelievable. In a moment, they had disappeared.
Gan Ninglian and others still wanted to chase them, but Ximen Lang hurriedly stopped them and said: "Forget it, as the saying goes, don't chase after the poor. Let's just kill all those lamas."
The girls nodded, rushed into the battle group again, and started killing crazily. In their eyes, these lamas were not human beings, they were just guys inferior to pigs and dogs. Damn it...
Ximen Lang jumped back to Hong Jiao and asked with some confusion: "Master, what's wrong with my master?"
Hong Jiao tried her best to conceal the shock in her heart and said: "It's okay. You don't know that he has a brain problem and has attacks from time to time. Maybe he just got sick."
Ximen Lang thought about it. The master was indeed a little confused and unconscious. The worry in his heart gradually disappeared and he said, "Then I will go and find him?"
Hong Jiao shook her head, "No need, he will come back on his own in the future." She stared at the blood-stained sword in her apprentice's hand and praised, "Xiao Lang, your sword is really good, can you show it to me, Master?"