The folk customs in the Northeast are fierce and full of blood. Many men like to drink and gamble. There have been many famous figures in the underworld. Now that we are in a different place, everyone gathers together to have fun. The stakes are not big, just to have fun.
Fang Bala and Diao Yuanqian were bored while waiting for the chief sect leader. When they heard someone next door shouting about gambling, they came over to join in the fun. They rarely played this game and were not very good at gambling. After more than two hours, Lost hundreds of dollars.
Seeing Ximen Lang come in, Fang Bala said with a smile: "Chief Sect Master, you came just in time. We two brothers have lost miserably. Please help us get it back."
Diao Yuanqian smiled and said: "General Sect Master, it seems that you have to take action personally."
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "Well, I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll play a few games."
Qiao Yuzhi twisted her plump body and came forward, "And I, too, will play with you for a while."
Qiao Santai smiled and said: "Count me in again..."
Seeing the three big shots participating in the bet, everyone cheered excitedly and continued the game, and the noise in the room resumed.
Half an hour later, Ximenlang not only won back the hundreds of yuan that Fang Bala and Diao Yuanqian lost, but also won more than a thousand yuan. Qiao Santai and Qiao Yuzhi each lost several thousand yuan. Of course, for these gangsters, For the giants, such a bet is just for fun, and they don't care about winning or losing. Afterwards, Ximen Lang said goodbye to the two elders and returned to his residence. The night outside was dim and the cold stars were lonely, so Ximen Lang and the three of them walked forward quickly. He was talking about the bet just now with great interest. The young general sect leader had no pretensions at all, and he and his subordinates were like brothers, and the two sides got along well with each other.
Even though Diao Yuanqian was a person with a cold personality, he regarded Ximen Lang as an old acquaintance. Regardless of his status as the leader, even if the latter was not a member of the Hua clan, he regarded him as a friend who could trust his life.
However, this pleasant atmosphere was quickly interrupted by uninvited guests. On the top of the building on the left, two masked men in black suddenly appeared, swooping down like eagles.
In mid-air, the man in black on the left drew out the sharp samurai sword from his waist and slashed at Ximen Lang diagonally. In the darkness, a ray of silver light passed through the air, revealing his sharp edge.
The sudden move shocked Ximen Lang and others, and they stopped almost at the same time. The murderous Maitreya's fat figure suddenly flew up, extremely flexible, and blocked the top of Ximen Lang in an instant. Whoosh, he waved the copper cymbal in his right hand.
With a clang, the samurai sword struck the cymbal, splashing out a few sparks. Immediately afterwards, the man in black shook his wrist, and the samurai sword quickly swung towards Fang Bara's throat. The speed was incredible.
Fang Bara hurriedly dodged to the right, but his movements were a little slower. Hehe, the samurai sword tore through the clothes on his shoulders, hurting his flesh and blood, making him groan.
The man in black had superb swordsmanship. With just one move, he injured the shoulder of a top-notch master like Fang Bara. It was simply unfathomable.
A trace of surprise flashed in Ximen Langxing's eyes, who is this guy? The speed of drawing the sword is too fast!
At this time, another man in black launched his leg in mid-air and kicked Ximen Lang on the top of his head. He and his companions had the same goal, and they both rushed to attack the young head of the Huamen.
The Flying Bat stomped his right foot hard on the ground, rose up from the ground, and suddenly flew into the sky. The black palm like a ghost claw struck at the ankle of the man in black, which was his famous stunt, the Netherworld Palm.
The man in black felt the dark wind coming quickly, and did not dare to be careless. He quickly retracted his legs, and at the same time as his body fell, he punched out with his right fist, making a sound like wind and thunder, full of momentum.
Diao Yuanqian sneered, swung out his left palm, and struck the opponent's fist. He thought to himself, as long as you dare to fight with me, my Netherworld Palm will cripple your fist.
Fists and palms surged rapidly in the air, as if two cars with full horsepower were meeting on a narrow road and suddenly intersecting.
"Peng!"
After a loud noise, both of them felt numbness in their arms, and their bodies were pushed by a huge force, and they involuntarily stepped back. The man in black took three steps back, while Diao Yuanqian took five steps back, using only his strength. In terms of performance, the latter is slightly inferior.
A smile appeared on Ximenlang's lips. He knew in his heart that Diao Yuanqian's Netherworld Palm was extremely vicious. If he was hit by it, there would be endless consequences. Although the man in black seemed to have the advantage, it was not certain who would suffer. Maybe , all five of that guy’s fingers must be useless!
To the surprise of Ximen Lang and Diao Yuanqian, there was nothing wrong with the man in black. He rushed over again like a ferocious bull and launched another attack, hitting Diao Yuanqian with his fists like raindrops.
Seeing that the guy didn't care about his ghostly clutches, Diao Yuanqian frowned. He knew that his lifelong enemy had appeared. Therefore, he did not dare to take it lightly. He swung his palms like the wind and fought fiercely with the opponent. The two people's arms bumped together from time to time. A dull thumping sound.
Ximen Lang watched the fierce fight between these four people, and the look of shock on his face became more and more intense. You must know that the Huamen Jiujue are all first-class masters in the country, and they are rarely matched. However, the strength of the two men in black who suddenly appeared now is actually A bit better than Fang Bara and Diao Yuanqian.
But I saw the figure of the man in black moving back and forth with the samurai sword, and the sharp blade drew out the silver light, always stabbing from unpredictable directions, leaving Fang Barela in a hurry. Fortunately, he held two weapons in his hand. A copper cymbal about the size of a pot lid with a sharp edge is like a shield. It changes directions in different directions to resist the opponent's samurai sword. It does not seek merit, but seeks no fault. It can be regarded as taking advantage of the weapon and can barely resist for a while. What if, he uses It was not an offensive and defensive weapon like a copper cymbal. Several transparent holes had already appeared on his body.
On the other hand, Diao Yuanqian's situation was also not optimistic. Although his Nether Palm had hit his opponent, the man in black's body was as if it were made of steel. He didn't care, and his body only swayed slightly. When he When his heavy punches hit Diao Yuanqian, they were much more ferocious, with each blow having a force of over a thousand kilograms.
After Diao Yuanqian was hit by three punches, his internal organs seemed to be out of place, and the pain was piercing to the bones. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he resisted the huge pain and launched an attack almost madly, without any intention of flinching.
With a glance, Ximen Lang knew that Fang Bala could still resist for a while, but Diao Yuanqian was in danger and might be knocked down at any time. He swayed and ran towards the man in black who was swinging heavy punches frequently.
However, before Ximen Lang could get in front of that guy, he felt an icy cold wind suddenly coming from behind. He was frightened and hurriedly dodged to the side...