Everyone looked over intently, and saw the murderer Maitreya Fang Bara effortlessly bending down his thick body, reaching out to untie the big dragnet that was tied to Ximen Lang, and cursed: "Damn, you stinky bat. The rotten fishing net is so tightly entangled, why can't it be untied?"
Diao Yuanqian, the flying bat, said coldly: "Didn't you see that there are many hooks on the edge of the big dragnet? Only by pulling off all the hooks on the kid's clothes can we release him."
"It's really troublesome. You haven't used this rotten fishing net for a long time. I even forgot that there are small hooks on it." Fang Bala muttered and looked over carefully. Sure enough, he found that the sharp hooks on the edge of the fishing net were scratching the kid's skin. There were one every seven inches on the clothes and skin, and there were dozens of them in total. He impatiently pulled the hooks off one by one, taking off a lot of skin and flesh from the opponent's body, and blood flowed everywhere. But Ximen Lang always kept Lying on the ground expressionless, without any reaction, he looked certain to die.
After taking off the last hook, Fang Bara gave Ximen Lang a hard shake, and the big dragnet was removed from Ximen Lang's body, and he threw it aside. Because he was uneasy, he bent down and reached out to detect the other person's breath to confirm whether the guy was really dead. .
Suddenly, Ximen Lang opened his eyes, his face filled with murderous intent.
"call!"
A punch that made the sound of the wind was struck hard, as fast as lightning.
"Peng!"
Fang Bala was caught off guard and was hit in the chest by an iron fist. He let out a scream, blood spurted out from his mouth, and a bright red flashed in the air. His fat body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and crashed seven or eight meters away. The windows fall into the courtyard outside.
Everyone was shocked, and Feng Erlie shouted in panic, "He's not dead yet, hurry up and kill him..."
Ximen Lang jumped up like a spring. At this moment, the meteor hammer in Madam Liao's hand suddenly hit him, and it reached the back of his heart in an instant. Ximen Lang did not look back, and relied on his sensitive sense to shake his right arm sideways, and blocked it with his arm. The steel chain of the bolas.
The sound of "whoosh" continued, the meteor hammer drew a small circle around his arm, and the steel chains were all wrapped around Ximenlang's arm.
Ximen Langhu roared, "Let go!" He gathered his inner strength and pulled his right arm back hard.
The huge force made Mrs. Liao fly up, but she didn't panic at all. She said with a sweet smile: "The brat has some brute strength. It's not that easy to get my meteor hammer. I can't sleep at night." You have to use it to defend yourself when you sleep!"
Madam Liao's graceful body rotated rapidly in mid-air, her pink pleated skirt raised like an open flower umbrella, revealing her smooth and beautiful legs underneath, as well as her pink lace panties, what an intoxicating spring scene!
However, Ximen Lang had no time to appreciate it, because this deadly peach blossom in mid-air kicked out three times in an instant, and each move could kill someone. Its long and beautiful legs were clearly a weapon for killing people.
Golden light flashed in the eyes of the stars. Qingqing was not far away, and her life and death were unknown. Ximen Lang had no time to waste time with them. He roared fiercely and let out a scream that was definitely not human. He turned back quickly, waist The limbs bent down to an incredible degree, and he kicked out quickly, with his head almost touching the ground, forming a 180-degree angle with the kicked left foot.
"Bang!"
Poor Mrs. Liao, a fatal peach who has been in the world for many years, is as delicate as a flower | The nen part was attacked, and half a footprint appeared on her lace panties. She let out a painful but abnormal scream, and her graceful body soared into the sky like a rocket. , penetrated the ceiling, broke the black tiles on the roof, flew up three or four meters high, and fell in the yard. He held his lower body tightly with his hands and rolled in pain, with tears rolling in his bright eyes. He cried and cursed: "Beast, you are kicking wherever it is wrong, but you have to kick where the peach blossoms are blooming..."
Not far to the east, Fang Ba's face was as thick as gold paper with a big hole in his chest. He was so seriously injured that he couldn't stand up. He turned around and said feebly: "Auntie, you were also injured by that kid.
Yes, where is the injury, let me show you?"
Aunt Liao said angrily: "Go away, look at your mother."
"My mother has been dead for more than ten years, where can I go to see..."
In the blink of an eye, Ximen Lang was seriously injured and defeated the two masters of Huamen. Feng Erlie was horrified. Although he also had good martial arts, he thought he could not compare with Ba Jue, so he shouted in panic: "Give it to me."
I'll go and kill him..."
Dozens of big men howled and swarmed over like a pack of wolves. The ten people at the front smashed their heads with sticks, forming a shadow of sticks.
The golden light in Ximen Lang's eyes flashed, his right foot suddenly kicked, and his body flew sideways. Despite the sticks hitting him, he kicked out more than ten people in an instant. Screams came one after another, and none of the more than ten big men could speak.
Exceptionally, blood spurted out, and the stick fell away from his hand, knocking all the companions behind him to the ground. A large group of them fell to the ground, as many as thirty of them.
More than 20 other big men rushed over with all their courage and surrounded Ximen Lang again. Sticks rained down like raindrops. From outside the Juyi Hall, people shouted loudly: "Come on, inside the Juyi Hall
There are assassins, hurry up..." Countless members of the Huamen came from all directions with weapons in their hands.
Such momentum made people feel chilling. Nie Gandang, the leader of the Shen Tai Hall, rushed towards Xiao Muqing who was five or six meters away from him. Yu grabbed this woman whose life and death were unknown and used him as a hostage, forcing the madman-like young man to do so.
Stop. Just as he rushed to Xiao Muqing's side, he bent
When he was about to pick up the opponent, Ximen Lang, who was ten meters away, knocked down seven or eight big men. He jumped up like a big bird. As his right arm shook, the meteors wrapped around his arm flew out with a hammering sound, hitting Nie.
Dare stood on his shoulder, smashed his shoulder blades into pieces, and fell to the ground howling.
Ximen Lang was in mid-air, stepped on the head of a Huamen member with his toes, used the force to fly up, and crossed in the direction of Xiao Muqing.
The guard captain Qiu Wanshan had been watching, considering whether he should take action. He caught a glimpse of Feng Erlie looking towards him. He knew that if he didn't do anything, it would be easy for the guy to hold a grudge. In desperation, he pulled out his back.
He faced the opponent with a heavy purple gold sword and yelled bluffingly: "Where to go?" He swung the sword and slashed at the opponent's lower body.
Ximen Lang said angrily, "Get away." He kicked his wrist with his left foot.
Before he could hit the kick, Qiu Wanshan screamed, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the purple gold knife out and landed on the ground in the distance. Then he hurriedly rushed to the side, grinning and yelled: "My