In comparison, Hong Jiao is not so righteous. I don't care about that. Your dog and bald donkey dare to murder my son-in-law. I will never let it go. Thinking of this, she raised her hands and the twelve handles flew out.
The psychic king who had just been kicked never expected that someone would add insult to injury and use a hidden weapon at this moment. Seeing more than ten silver lights flashing, he quickly swung out his palms to block, eleven of which flew into the air.
The knife flew in all directions, and another flying knife hit his thigh. He screamed in pain, staggered and almost fell.
Zhang Xiaofeng saw three flying knives coming towards him. He grabbed them in the air with both hands and caught them easily. His son came back from the dead. Naturally, he was overjoyed to be a father and was in a very good mood. He laughed loudly and said: "My mother-in-law, you are so
The skill of flying knives is really unparalleled in the world, it’s amazing!”
Hearing his praise, Hong Jiao was happy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. Even though the hatred between her and Zhang Xiaofeng had been resolved, she still cared about it. At that moment, she rolled her eyes at him and said coldly: "There's no need for you to flatter him."
This bitch, you really don’t give me face! Zhang Xiaofeng secretly cursed, you are flattering me. I remember when you seduced me when we were young, I used your tricks. I really took pictures of that white flower ass.
, Alas, time is not forgiving. It was very rough at that time, but look at it now...
If a woman wants to keep her beauty forever, skin care is very important. Zhang Xiaofeng's wives live a pampered life and use the highest-grade natural skin care products, including Ganoderma spores, pearl powder, etc., making them all look like they are twenty-six.
As if he were seven years old, that is called young.
Hong Jiao is different. She has suffered a lot over the years. When she was at the Haignan Death Beach, she was exposed to wind and sun every day. Even though she was disabled, she had to work all day long to barely have enough food and clothing. She aged very quickly and looked younger than her age.
He is about ten years older, so compared with Zhang Xiaofeng's many wives, he is clearly from two generations apart.
The King of Psychics was injured in the leg. He looked at the woman who fired the hidden weapon with ferocious eyes, and with a burst of rage, he shouted: "What kind of skill is it to hurt someone with a hidden arrow?"
Hong Jiao sneered, "What is skill? It's skill to defeat the opponent. You don't care what method I use. You bald donkey dares to harm my apprentice, I will never finish with you."
"Bitch, I will kill you..." In a rage, the psychic king endured the pain and flew up, pounced on the opponent, and struck him with his right palm.
When the green-robed ancestor saw this guy coming to attack his wife, an angry look appeared on his face. He suddenly stepped in front of Hong Jiao, swung his one arm quickly, blocked the opponent's attack, and kicked out hard.
In an instant, the two men were fighting fiercely back and forth. If you look closely, you will see that they have a lot in common. They are both bald and have ferocious faces. They are also dressed in bright colors. They are wearing green robes.
Once wearing a red robe, his martial arts skills are also extremely fierce.
In the hall, two figures moved quickly, and the red and green colors kept changing, which was dazzling. The strong wind caused many members of the Huamen to retreat.
"Pengpengpeng..."
From time to time, fists and palms collided in the air, or hit the opponent, and terrifying sounds continued to be heard.
Although the green-robed ancestor only had one arm, he was extremely ferocious, roaring like a man-eating monster. The psychic king's shoulders and legs were injured, and his skills were greatly reduced. After a while, he was at a disadvantage.
On the other hand, when Ximen Lang saw Rose fainting on the ground not far away, he was shocked. He hurriedly ran over, bent over and hugged the other person, and shouted nervously: "Little sister, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on this stunningly beautiful girl. Looking at her snow-white wedding dress, they all wondered what was going on. Was she in the coffin just now?
Ximen Lang held Rose's cold hand, and a trace of warm inner breath was introduced into the other person's body. The latter faintly woke up and opened a pair of confused bright eyes. When she saw the handsome face that came into view, she said happily:
"Brother, I finally see you again. Where is this place, the underworld? Are we all dead and buried underground?...It's okay. As long as I'm with you, I can be anywhere..."
Ximen Lang was naturally moved by such a deeply affectionate woman. With wet eyes, he trembled: "Little sister, we are not dead, we are all alive..."
Before he finished speaking, a scream came from outside the hall, "Ah..." Ximenlang's expression changed, and it was clearly Suzaku's voice. He hurriedly asked: "What's going on? Who is Suzaku fighting with?"
Xiao Muqing hurriedly replied: "No, they are from the Kunlun Sect..."
In the yard outside the hall, Yun Qing and Suzaku were fighting fiercely. The former was holding the Frost Flower Sword in an arrogant manner, while the latter's Nirvana Sword had been cut off and was in crisis under the fierce attack of the other party.
Suzaku, with messy hair, was using her bare hands and her wedding dress was stained with frost. She was shivering from the cold, but she still refused to admit defeat and reluctantly supported her. She kicked her feet on the ground, and half of the weapons scattered around were kicked up.
Shooting towards the opponent like lightning.
Yun Qing snorted coldly, "A little trick!" As Shuanghua Sword danced, many broken weapons were knocked away. She sternly scolded: "You still don't surrender..." Then she jumped to block the opponent's way and used a move.
"Bing Qing Yu Jie," the sword quickly pierced Suzaku's chest...
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Suzaku watched helplessly as the strange sword stabbed her. She didn't know that Ximen Lang had been resurrected, but she had a peaceful look on her face, and said in her heart: "Xiao Lang, wait for me, I will reunite with you underground.
Sorry, it’s a pity that I failed to protect Huamen before I left, allowing the Kunlun Sect to cause trouble here..."
The confrontation just now was the most thrilling that Yun Qing had ever fought. The enemy was too alert and tried not to collide with her Shuanghua Sword. He was so elusive and unpredictable that he almost hit her several times. Based on this, she
Somewhat angry, without any intention of mercy, a cold light flashed in his bright eyes, and he stabbed straight at me. I thought to myself, I might as well just let this woman like you be seriously injured...
The sharp blade was about to touch Suzaku's towering chest. At this critical moment, a palm-sized piece of wood flew from the direction of the hall entrance and hit the sword blade. The huge impact force caused the sword to tilt to the side, shaking Yun Qing's palm.
Painful, he hurriedly stepped back, looking suspiciously at the place where the wood splinters came from.
A figure jumped up, landed next to Zhuque, and asked with concern: "Suzaku, are you okay?"
Seeing this man's appearance clearly, Zhuque's face was full of surprise, and he lost his voice and said: "Xiao Lang... what's going on, you..."
Ximenlang smiled and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost. To be precise, I'm alive again..."