Guizai was stunned. According to his understanding, if he hit with his full-strength palm, he would definitely break five or six of the opponent's ribs, and send the little bastard flying, causing him to vomit several large mouthfuls of blood. However, at the moment, that
The boy actually acted like nothing was wrong.
Oops, he hit me with his fist!
That's right, Ximen Lang withstood his palm with the Golden Bell Shield Kung Fu and then suddenly launched an attack, the first and second move of the Storm God Fist, "The Four Seas Roar."
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Four consecutive punches hit Guizai on the chest like heavy punches, causing blood to spurt out from his mouth. The poisonous dragon thorn flew away from his hand, and he stumbled to the ground.
At this time, Feng Du happened to run up to him. He flicked his arms and lit up his silver spear. The huge spear flashed and he stabbed five spears in a row. It was the famous move in Yang's gun, "Mei Kai Wu Fu."
Ximen Lang was startled when he suddenly saw so many shiny spear heads heading towards him. Damn, what are you doing? Are you filming a TV series? Why are all the spears coming out? In desperation, he hurriedly backed away to avoid them.
The ghost got up from the ground. His face was covered with blood, and his face became paler. He looked like a kid in the 18th floor of the Yama Palace. Looking where he looked, he recognized that the one attacking Ximen Lang was Feng Du of the Yihe Gang.
The two of them had fought against each other before. Logically speaking, they were also enemies. However, since today's target was Ximen Lang, they could temporarily turn enemies into friends.
"Brother Feng, I didn't expect you to come here to kill the little thief Ximen Lang. It just so happens that we join forces to kill him." Guizai suggested.
Because his face was covered in blood and the current visibility was really low, Feng Du didn't recognize him at all and said disdainfully, "It's a joke to have two people working together to deal with this kid. Just stay there."
, let’s see how I take the head off his neck.” With a flash of his silver spear, he rushed over and used a move to “sweep the entire army.” The momentum was majestic, and he seemed to have the courage to do anything.
The ghost kid watching the fight almost had his nose crooked with anger. Damn it, I don’t know your Feng Du’s strength. You can’t even beat me. You dare to take that kid’s head. You are really overestimating your capabilities.
. Paralyzed, I have good intentions
I want to join forces with you, and you are still equipped with B. Go ahead, I will see how you kill this guy. Even if you can't kill him, it's okay to spend some energy on that guy. I will have a better chance of winning when I fight with him later.
, this little beast, I swear I won’t be a human until I kill him.
Seeing the silver spear coming towards him, Ximen Lang jumped up and dodged, then flew to the top of the opponent's head in mid-air and struck down with an iron fist.
"Boom!"
Like a big hammer, Ximen Lang's fist hit Feng Du's head, causing his vision to go dark and his head to buzz with the sound of bells and drums, and he fainted on the ground.
The ghost boy secretly hated him, damn, you are so awesome, you are such a waste, you can be knocked down with just one move!
Helpless, he had no choice but to muster up the courage to rush forward again and fight with the opponent.
The figures of the two figures were like the wind, one was extremely strange, and the other was as fast as a god. During this period, darts or flying knives were shot from time to time, and the fight was really fierce.
However, when Gui Zai's fists and kicks fell on Ximen Lang, he only felt pain, which was bearable. It was no big deal. But Ximen Lang could attack the opponent with punches and kicks without hesitation, and every hit would make the opponent vomit blood.
For a moment, the ghost boy seemed to have turned into a blood-vomiting toy. When he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He kept vomiting, and he could probably vomit out a can of blood. His face was extremely pale.
Gui Zai's figure is getting slower and slower, and the final result is that he is beaten more and more and vomits more blood. The more he is beaten, the more chilled he becomes. He vomits too much blood, and he may run out of blood soon.
He died. After a panic attack, he turned around and was about to escape, but Ximen Lang chased him up and punched him hard on the back of the head. He felt dizzy and couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
The one here just fell down, and Feng Du behind him came to life. After he got up, he picked up the spear and stabbed Ximen Lang quickly in the back of the heart. He secretly said with joy: "Let's see if I can't kill you bastard now..."
Unexpectedly, Ximen Lang seemed to have eyes on his back. He ducked to the right to avoid the tip of the spear, and pulled him casually. Even Feng couldn't help but let go. He grabbed the silver spear in his hand, and then kicked it backwards.
Kick the opponent on the chest.
Feng Du screamed, flew out, and landed on the ground five or six meters away. He spit out two mouthfuls of blood and fainted.
Ximen Lang came over with a bright silver gun, and with a flick of his hand, the force penetrated the gun body. The silver gun made a whining sound as it danced, and pointed straight at Feng Du's throat, hoping to kill him with one shot.
The sharp tip of the spear was about to pierce the bastard's throat. Ximen Lang suddenly stopped and thought that if he were to execute him like this, it would really be an advantage for this old dog. It would be better to keep his life for some purpose. Thinking of this
, he stuck the silver gun in the grass, took out his cell phone and called Liu Kaifeng, asking him to quickly bring a few boys over to the place on the embankment east of the Tamagawa River.
Taking advantage of the time before his subordinates arrived, Ximen Lang used his golden eyes to patrol around, picked up all the flying knives he could find and put them in his bag. He then went to the side of the off-road vehicle driven by Feng Du and took a look.
, found the M1911A1 pistol with a silencer in the corner, picked it up and put it on his waist.
After thinking about it, Ximen Lang came behind the off-road vehicle, supported the body with both hands, and pushed the vehicle up with his own strength. The speed became faster and faster. When he reached the edge of the river embankment, the fast-moving off-road vehicle broke the iron
The chain was plunged into the river. After a while, it sank to the bottom of the river.
Regarding the Yihe Gang, Ximenlang doesn't want to start a war rashly. One of the reasons is because the Julang Gang has just grown, and its strength is almost the same as that of the Yihe Gang. It is obvious that they will not take much advantage in a fight. The other reason is that he
Because of his beloved girl Xia Zhiyuan, after all, it was her biological father's gang, and he could not touch her unless absolutely necessary. Therefore, he still wanted to do it without anyone knowing about the matter of taking care of Feng Du.
Returning to where Feng Du lay down, Ximen Lang grabbed the bright silver spear and threw it as hard as a javelin. The steel spear drew a beautiful silver arc in mid-air, flew more than a hundred meters away and stuck in the river.
disappeared in.
There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "What a bullshit kid, and a fatal gun, haven't they all fallen into the hands of this young master? Let's see who will remember your former names in the future. This is what you are against me."
End!"
PS: Chapter 4 on September 22, uploaded at 2 o'clock.