Guizai's speed was far beyond that of Ximenlang. He was about to catch up with him, but his way was blocked by bullets fired by his accomplices. He watched helplessly as the opponent went down the stairs and disappeared. He couldn't help shouting angrily: "Don't shoot.
I'll take care of him..."
Zheng Shanhu also discovered that these men were doing something bad, so Ximen Lang fled away, and hurriedly cursed: "Damn it, you are all blind, where are you going to fight? Stop the fire quickly and let the ghosts catch him..."
Only then did the six Shanhe Gang members stop shooting. In just such a delay, Ximen Lang had already run to the third floor like a rabbit. He was already very fast, but at the critical moment of escaping, he fully unleashed his potential.
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However, the ghost boy's ability was completely beyond his imagination. Instead of coming down the stairs, he jumped directly from the edge of the seventh floor. When he fell to the second floor, he reached out and grabbed the exposed steel bars of the building.
, flew up like a spring and landed on the second floor. He quickly walked towards the stairwell and met Ximen Lang coming down from the third floor.
Just as he was feeling happy that he had escaped from the tiger's mouth, a smile appeared on Ximen Lang's face. When he saw the ghost blocking his way, he was startled for a moment, and then the smile disappeared, replaced by a completely surprised expression, and he cursed involuntarily, "
Damn, it’s really like hell!”
The ghost boy sneered, "I am a ghost. You can't get out of this building alive, kid. Just accept your fate." After saying this, he flew over like the wind, jumped up, and kicked the opponent in the head.
Ximenlang sidestepped and kicked at the opponent. The two of them fought fiercely.
In less than a minute, the two of them punched and kicked more than ten times, all with fast speed. However, even though Ximen Lang tried his best, his speed was still slightly slower than Gui Zai.
No punches or kicks hit the opponent. He was hit several times by the opponent, and the pain was piercing to the bones. Fortunately, his ability to resist the blows was extremely strong, and he could barely hold back.
After a few more moves, Gui Zai took advantage of his opponent's punch, unable to reveal his crotch and had no time to defend, and kicked Ximen Lang. This kick was so hard that he kicked Ximen Lang into a somersault.
The stair ball also rolled down, and when he got up again, he had spit out a large mouthful of blood on his chest, making it red, and the corners of his mouth were also covered in blood.
The ghost jumped down and stood in front of him, with a cruel smile on his face, "Boy, I don't have time to play with you anymore. Today next year will be your memorial day." He shrank and stretched his right arm, and a foot-long hand appeared in his hand.
The sharp thorns are about one centimeter in diameter. The sharpest point is comparable to the tip of a needle. It is so sharp that when held in the hand, it feels like holding the fangs of the devil.
Ximen Lang clenched his fists and made a gurgling sound, and blazing flames flashed in his eyes. This was his first defeat after coming to country Z. He was beaten in such a mess that he was like a lost dog, which made him feel extremely humiliated.
The tiger roared and hurriedly rushed forward, striking with the sound of the wind with its iron fist.
The ghost boy said disdainfully, "An egg touches a stone..." He dodged and roared, "Poison dragon sting!"
"puff!"
A foot-long spike pierced Ximen Lang's shoulder quickly and passed through, and the spike emerged from the other side.
Ximenlang groaned and felt huge pain surging throughout his body. He felt like he was in excruciating pain. However, he gritted his teeth and held on, and used all his strength to kick out the vaginal leg without hesitation.
Gui Zai didn't expect that the opponent would be able to deliver such a powerful blow despite being so severely injured. He was hit unexpectedly. He screamed and retreated several steps. The poisonous dragon sting followed him back.
When he pulled it out, blood arrows shot out along the wound. Ximen Lang's face turned pale, his body shook involuntarily, and Lao Gao's left arm was swollen and he had lost control.
However, the kick he just made with his vaginal leg was enough to make him feel gratified, and he thought viciously, Damn, you bastard dared to be so cruel to me, I will make you no longer a man, and you will never be able to do it again.
Chacha OO, I will cut off your descendants...
What surprised Ximenlang was that, apart from his face becoming paler, Guizai didn't hold his lower body in his hands and roll on the ground in pain as he expected, which made him curse secretly in his heart, Damn, what's going on?
What's the matter? His resistance to blows is so strong that he can withstand my kick?
Guizi stood there furious, almost going crazy with anger. The other person's twitching of his vaginal legs reminded him of an extremely humiliating incident that he would never forget. Of course, it was because of this incident that he could be in Ximen Lang's house.
I remember taking the hit on my vaginal leg that could destroy most men in the world, but I felt nothing wrong except for a sharp pain.
"Ximen Lang, I have to kill you..." He said bitterly with a cold light in his eyes.
At this point, there is no way out, Ximen Lang said with red eyes: "Come over if you have the guts."
"If you dare to speak harshly, you should die..."
The figure of the ghost flashed, and the poisonous dragon thorn in his hand, stained with blood, went straight to the enemy's throat and stabbed it, hoping to kill the opponent with this fatal blow.
Ximen Lang turned his head to avoid it and kicked out his right leg quickly.
The ghost took a step back, and the poisonous dragon thorn unexpectedly flipped out and stuck into the enemy's leg.
It was another penetrating injury. Although no bones were injured, the severe pain was definitely not something that ordinary people could bear. However, Ximen Lang was determined to fight to the death. He bit his lower lip with his teeth and oozed blood. His body was trembling violently and he was strong.
Ju Yuyong punched him out.
"Bang!"
The iron fist hit Gui Zai's nose. The huge impact force caused his nose bridge to be shattered and blood gushed out from his nostrils.
The two people suddenly separated. Ximen Lang couldn't stand firmly and almost fell to the ground. He shook his body but managed not to fall to the ground.
Gui Zai was angry and resentful. He succeeded in his two attacks and inflicted heavy injuries on the opponent. However, he also suffered two blows from the kid. The last time the injury to the lower part was minor due to special reasons and could be ignored. This time the bridge of the nose was damaged.
It was discounted and the pain was unbearable.
Seeing that the opponent was not even able to stand steadily, he knew in his heart that the boy was at the end of his strength and had little ability, so he stepped forward again and stabbed the opponent's heart in a straight line with the poisonous dragon thorn.
Ximen Lang was breathing heavily, and he was a little confused due to excessive blood loss. He looked at the poisonous dragon thorn with confused eyes as it pierced him. In the blink of an eye, he was approaching, but he was unable to dodge.
A look of excitement flashed in Guizai's eyes, and he secretly said: "You brat, go to hell..."
The poisonous dragon thorn was getting closer and closer to Ximen Lang's heart. In the haze, he even saw the god of death waving to him...