The flame of hatred was burning in the heart of the psychic king. The boy opposite him was like a broom star. Every time he met, he would be unlucky. Because of the appearance of this boy, he failed to kill his senior brother and bloodbathed Tianzhao Temple, making him one of the top ten
His capable disciple was dead and disabled, and such a blood feud was enough to prompt him to cut his opponent into thousands of pieces.
Based on this, the psychic king launched a full blow, hitting the boy's chest with his huge palm. The big hand seal magic caused the boy's suit and underwear to shatter, revealing his strong chest. Immediately, a purple-red palm print appeared on the fair skin.
,shocking.
What surprised the psychic king was that the corpse actually opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which puzzled him. Mom, dead people can still vomit blood?
An even weirder thing happened. The bright eyes of the corpse suddenly opened, making the psychic king's eyes widen, with a look of surprise on his face. "Damn, it's a fake corpse!"
Suddenly, the corpse raised its fist and hit him hard on the eye socket, "Bang," the psychic king felt severe pain, his left eye went black, and he screamed, "Ah..." He stepped back a few steps.
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The sound in the hall alarmed everyone in the yard, and Zhang Xiaofeng and others ran in quickly. As soon as they entered the hall, everyone saw Ximen Lang standing on the ground with a confused face. They were all stunned in shock, almost petrified, and then they doubted what they were doing.
Is what he saw real? Someone rubbed his eyes hard...
"Xiao Lang...are you alive again?" Masako was overjoyed and ran over quickly.
The King of Psychics was beaten black and blue by Ximen Lang. His left eye was so swollen that he couldn't even open it. He closed his eyes and grinned in pain. He was so angry when he saw someone passing by him.
He suddenly reached out and said, "Get away..."
The palm wind was fierce, red and fishy, so Masako did not dare to be careless and hurriedly turned sideways to hide...
Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes quickly swept through the hall, and he saw the broken coffin, the girl in a white wedding dress fainted on the ground, the son's clothes were in tatters, and there was a huge handprint on his chest. He was obviously seriously injured. With his extraordinary intelligence, he guessed how many injuries there were.
Then, it flew up like a big bird and cursed in mid-air: "Bald donkey, you dare to hit my wife and son, you are looking for death..."
"call!"
The iron fist struck with strong wind, and the sound was terrifying.
The psychic Dharma King failed to hit Masako, and had nowhere to vent his anger. When he realized that someone dared to disturb Tai Sui, he attacked him and shouted: "Fuck you..." He faced him with his huge right palm.
"Peng!"
The fists collided with a loud sound, and as the air flow surged, the two of them stepped back. They were surprised at the same time, this guy's kung fu was so powerful.
"Xiao Lang..." Masako threw herself in front of her son, hugged him tightly, and cried with joy.
As if they were in a dream, many brides were overjoyed one by one. They rushed over quickly, surrounded their mother and son, and shed tears one by one.
"Xiaolang... you finally woke up, great!"
"I'm not dreaming, can you please say something?"
There was still blood at the corner of Ximenlang's mouth, and he felt the severe pain coming from his chest, which was simply unbearable. When he saw his mother hugging him tightly, the broken coffin in the hall, the white flowers, and his girlfriend with tears in her eyes, he
Suddenly he understood something and asked curiously: "What, am I dead?"
Xia Zhiyuan responded with choked sobs, "Not only are you dead, you have been dead for several days..."
Ximenlang wondered for a while, "Then how can I survive?"
Xia Zhiyuan said: "We don't know either. As soon as we came in, we saw you standing on the ground. That bastard King of Psychics was punched by you and screamed..."
Ximen Lang's mind was spinning rapidly, and he asked thoughtfully: "Did I fake my death and be punched back to life by the King of Psychics?"
In fact, Ximenlang's narrow escape this time was due to his special Golden Snake physique. After the avalanche, he was buried in the snow and lost all vitality. His breathing and heartbeat completely stopped, and he was completely dead. But he was not really dead, just like a snake.
It was as if he was hibernating. His whole body was frozen. If there were no external factors, there was no telling when he would wake up.
Fortunately, the psychic king was so insidious that he didn't even want to let go of his body. When he came to do evil, he first heard a lion's roar, which made Ximen Lang react slightly to the strong stimulation. Then, the guy hit him
The big handprint slapped him on the chest, causing him to vomit blood and seriously hurt him, but he also woke up as a blessing in disguise. So, under his instinctive reaction, he punched out and beat the opponent black and blue...
Qiao Ling'er said excitedly: "No matter what, you finally came to life, it's great!"
Masako cried and said: "My child, it's great if you can survive. If you survive the catastrophe, you will be blessed later..."
Seeing his mother like this, Ximen Lang felt guilty and whispered: "Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry about me."
"Silly boy, don't say this, you are better off alive than anything else..."
Ximenlang's sudden resurrection made everyone overjoyed and excited. Seeing his father fighting fiercely with the psychic king, he said loudly: "Dad, this bald donkey almost killed me, don't let him go..."
The joy in Zhang Xiaofeng's heart when his son came back from the dead was simply indescribable. With a smile on his face, he loudly agreed, "Don't worry, dad can beat the shit out of a dead bald donkey..."
His martial arts skills were so high that the psychic king felt tremendous pressure. However, after all, he was also the number one master in the Tibetan area and the top figure in the martial arts world. After listening to the other party's words, he almost broke his nose with anger and screamed: "
Bastard, let's see how I deal with you."
Zhang Xiaofeng sneered, "You're worthy..." Before he could finish his words, he used his invincible mandarin duck kick and kicked more than ten people in a row, as fast as the wind.
The opponent's attack was fierce, and the psychic king did not dare to neglect it. He swung his arms to parry, and only heard the sound of "bang bang bang..." as he quickly intercepted with his palms. However, Zhang Xiaofeng's leg skills were really changeable, making it hard to guard against.
, one of them kicked him sharply on the shoulder.
"oops……"
With a roar, the King of Psychics stepped back several steps, his right shoulder swollen so high that it hurt to the bone.
Ever since Wen Ziling gave birth to Xiaolang's flesh and blood, the Green Pao Patriarch and his wife treated Xiaolang as their biological son. After hearing the bad news, even though Hong Jiao was cold and cold, she felt uncomfortable for many days. Now they heard that it was this bald donkey who framed their son-in-law, and the couple
The two of them were naturally very angry.
However, the green-robed ancestor was concerned about his identity, so when he saw Zhang Xiaofeng take action, he resisted not standing up for his disciple. He and Zhang Xiaofeng were both masters of the same generation. If the two of them joined forces to attack the King of Psychics, they would probably be criticized, so,