They held her like this for a long time, until the sun was about to set and the gorgeous clouds dyed the sky red. Rose then raised her head and whispered: "Brother, let's go."
Ximenlang smiled and said jokingly: "Have you had enough hugs?"
Rose shook her head, "No, I can never hold you enough. It's a pity, it can only be like this. After all, we are brother and sister..."
Yes, they are brothers and sisters after all. It is no longer appropriate to do this, and they should not expect anything more!
"Then let's go down the mountain."
The two walked forward side by side, preparing to go down the east slope. Compared with the entire mountain peak, this slope is slightly stronger than the others, not extremely steep.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the top of the east slope. There were seven or eight hills around here, about seven or eight meters high, and they were also covered with snow. They looked like shrimp dumplings freshly baked, looking crystal clear.
Passing by the largest mountain bag, the brother and sister reached the top of the east slope and were about to head down the mountain.
Suddenly, a red figure quickly appeared from behind the mountain. In the blink of an eye, it rushed to Ximenlang's back, and struck hard with its huge, furry palm, which was glowing red.
The sneak attack was so sudden that Ximen Lang couldn't dodge at all and was hit by the big hand seal. There was only a loud "peng" sound, and the back of the robe he was wearing was shattered by the extremely ferocious big hand seal, forming countless flying butterflies.
Like fragments, drifting away in the wind.
With a "wow" sound, Ximen Lang spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his body flew up after being hit. Like a kite with its string broken, it quickly fell down the hillside.
Rose screamed anxiously, "Brother..." In anger, she bent her right arm and whizzed out a knife with a sound of wind, heading straight for the attacker's neck. With a startling glance, she saw clearly the face of the man in red.
He said angrily: "You bald donkey is looking for death..."
It turned out that the guy opposite was a lama, wearing a red monk's robe, with one arm bare. He was none other than the psychic Dharma King who had a blood feud with Ximen Lang. I saw him sneer, "It's just you, you're not even close."
It's far away." He waved his arms to block the opponent's attack. While fighting, he did not forget to look at Ximen Lang who fell in the middle of the hillside.
The sudden palm just now caused Ximen Lang to be seriously injured. He fell dozens of meters straight. Fortunately, he had a golden bell to protect his body and had fighting ability. He was so angry that he cursed secretly, "You damn bald donkey, I'm with you."
It's not over..." Immediately, he used Qinggong to quickly move upward and across.
At this time, a huge kite took off from the adjacent peak, flapping its huge wings and coming quickly. There were four people on the platform above, namely Yun Qing who controlled the kite, the Kunlun sect's first generation master Wu Wu, and the twin boys.
Bai Dacheng, Bai Xiaocheng.
These four people all hated Ximen Lang with a deep hatred. Yun Qing was the sworn enemy of his parents, and Old Man Wuwu almost lost his life because Ximen Lang was half-deathed by a black dragon at the bottom of the lake. He still has many scars on his body.
He was cured. The twin boys also suffered greatly, and were naturally filled with righteous indignation.
It turned out that Ximenlang and Guigui entered the bottom of the lake to injure people with dragons, causing old man Wuwu to suffer a great loss. The two were extremely angry and waited by the lake, waiting for the other party to come ashore before killing them.
Unexpectedly, the two guys seemed to have evaporated from the world. They disappeared without a trace and never came up. They were surprised and wondered if they had been eaten by the dragon. The two of them decided to go to the lake to find out.
But he was worried about the ferocious black dragon, so he had no choice but to continue to wait and see.
More than half a month passed, but the other party still did not come out. After the two discussed, they thought that maybe Ximenlang and others knew that they were guarding the shore, so they did not dare to come out. After some discussion, the old man Wuwu and the psychic king decided to hide.
, come by surprise.
Based on this, the psychic Dharma King hid himself on the only way to the bottom of the mountain. Old Man Wuwu rode a giant kite to the adjacent peak and waited for the opportunity. Later, the twin boys also came to join the master. Now he saw Ximen Lang
Appeared, the four people hurriedly came over in Feng Yuan. It was really an enemy meeting, and they were extremely blushing.
Seeing Ximen Lang running in the snow, Old Man Wuwu snorted coldly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and said fiercely: "Fire the javelin, and I will make this bastard die without a burial place."
The twin brothers agreed excitedly, and the two brothers activated the mechanism. In an instant, the four wooden boards on the giant kite's chest shrank to the side, revealing hundreds of neatly arranged steel pipes inside, with a diameter of about one and a half inches, exuding an eerie chill.
Bai Dacheng pulled the control mechanism and heard a loud "whirring" sound. Hundreds of two-meter-long iron javelins came out of the steel pipe and shot towards Ximenlang on the hillside like raindrops.
These javelins were not only very powerful, but also covered a very wide area and were very dense. Ximen Lang frowned. He ran, punched and kicked, sending away the javelins that were about to be shot at him.
"Huhuhu..."
All the heavy iron javelins that were about to be touched were knocked away by him, making sounds and flying in all directions. Some other javelins were shot directly on the hillside, burrowing into the snow, with only a foot-long handle exposed. Immediately, those who were hit by the javelins
The snow broke into chunks and slid downward.
Seeing that hundreds of javelins were unable to do anything to Ximen Lang, none of them actually hit the opponent, which made the four people on Feng Yuan extremely surprised.
Bai Dacheng pointed his finger at Ximen Lang and said angrily: "Master, this guy is too strong. The javelin didn't work."
The old man Wuwang said in a deep voice: "Cum again..."
"yes!"
Bai Xiaocheng agreed and activated the launcher again.
"Huhuhuhu..."
Hundreds of javelins were fired again, intercepting Ximen Lang who was rushing towards the top of the mountain, causing him to fall down, punching and kicking the javelins.
The javelin kept falling on the snow on the east slope, making the ice under the snow make a rattling sound, as if shouting in protest.
At the top of the peak, the fierce battle between the psychic king and Rose is still continuing, but the former has completely taken the initiative and has the upper hand.
While the psychic king was fighting fiercely with the opponent, he glanced over from time to time. When he heard the creaking sound of the ice breaking, murderous intent flashed in his fierce eyes. Then he took a deep breath and let out a thunderous sound.
roar,
"Ouch..."
The sound was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, floating back and forth in the valley. Suddenly, countless white snowflakes and snowboards rose up on the hillside, like a white snow dragon flying through the clouds and riding in the mist, roaring down the mountain with great momentum.
Surprisingly, an avalanche actually occurred.
The avalanche is a serious natural disaster. This time it poured down, like a huge white devil roaring towards me. Ximenlang was so frightened that he turned around and flew to the side...