A fleeting faint blue light caught Ximen Lang's attention. When the distance between the fists of the two sides was less than three inches, he swung his arms to avoid it quickly, dodged to the side like a ghost, and pierced the shoulder of another Evil God member with a poisonous dragon thorn in his right hand.
Go up, pass through the hole, and the man screams and retreats.
The leader of the Loess Hall, Ning Shanghao, stepped forward with a green steel sword in his hand. The long sword stabbed the man in the back of the heart, and the tip of the sword came out from the chest, killing the enemy in one fell swoop.
Ximen Lang fell from mid-air, and Heifeng saw that his plot had not succeeded. He brandished his spear and stabbed him, as if he would not give up until he killed the opponent. Ximen Lang sneered, held Heifeng's arm with his left arm, and ordered the stabber to attack him.
The spear thorn was hanging in the air, and the poisonous dragon thorn in his right hand stabbed his chest.
Blood spurted out from Heifeng's chest, and he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. However, this guy was extremely strong. He was already at the end of his rope, but he tried to fight to the death. He hit Ximen Lang with his left fist, trying to stab the opponent with a poisonous needle. Remove this
The most dangerous enemy for Donghuamen roared like a beast: "Let's die together."
Ximen Lang seemed to see through his mind, sneered and said: "Wishful thinking!" He kicked the opponent between his legs with a sultry kick, which not only broke Heifeng's balls, but also caused his body to fly five or six meters high.
Half empty.
Heifeng screamed and flew up, then fell down after reaching a certain height. Ximenlang kicked out again, this time higher, about seven or eight meters. Heifeng had lost his voice and fell down again. Ximenlang
Take the third kick and knock it out
He was kicked more than ten meters high and fell to the ground quickly, making a big hole in the grass with a plop. Looking at the captain of the evil team again, his eyes were as blank as a dead fish looking at the night sky, and he was kicked three times.
Afterwards, all the bones in his body were broken and he died.
Seeing that the captain, who had rarely encountered an opponent, was killed, several other members of the Evil God were so frightened that they felt that the young man in front of them was the real Evil God alive and how could they dare to fight again, so they fled in a hurry.
Ximen Lang said coldly: "No one can leave!" When the Divine Movement Technique was launched, no one could see his figure clearly. It was like a hurricane blowing through, and the special move of the Storm Fist was used, and the four members of the Evil God Team fell instantly.
In the pool of blood, the last person reached the courtyard wall at a slightly faster speed, jumped up and was about to fly out.
The murderous intent in his golden eyes became stronger. Ximen Lang had already made up his mind to never let go of a member of the Evil God. With a raise of his right hand, the poisonous dragon thorn shot out, drawing a gorgeous arc in the air.
"Pfft!" stabbed into the back of the man's heart.
Plop, the last evil spirit member died and fell into the corner.
Tonight, the evil team went out in full force, hoping to kill 600 people from the Huamen. Who would have thought that when they met such ruthless people as Ximen Lang and his four would-be wives, not only did their plot fail, but the whole army was wiped out, and no one could leave alive.
The courtyard was full of corpses of members of the Evil God Team, which made Mu Yaoshan, Ning Shanghao and many members of the Huamen extremely excited. For them, being able to take down the Evil God Team was more powerful than killing thousands of enemies. The two halls
The Lord ordered many of his subordinates to put the corpses of the evil team together and carefully count them.
It happened to be fifty-nine people. They also moved the bodies of the evil spirit team members killed yesterday from the warehouse and placed them next to them. Mu Yaoshan ordered Tianhe Altar Master Pu Zhiyi to take photos and prepare to upload them directly on the Internet.
Report this surprising good news to the chief helmsman, Elder Feng.
The Huamen disciples collected the twelve willow leaf flying knives on the body and the ones that fell on the ground, pulled out the poisonous dragon thorns on the body, wiped them clean with a towel, and returned them to Ximen Lang respectfully.
Ximen Lang took it and put it away, and said to Mu Yaoshan and Ning Shanghao: "Two eldest brothers, tell your men to be careful. I have to go out first."
Mu Yaoshan hurriedly asked: "Brother, where are you going?"
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just doing some idle business." After saying that, he ran to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree like the wind, jumped up, jumped six or seven meters high, stretched out his hand to grab the hanging tree on the branch.
Carrying a heavy backpack on his back, he jumped directly outside the wall, and the few ups and downs disappeared into the vast night.
Since your Donghua Sect can carry out assassination plans, can't our Hua Sect not be able to? Moreover, the whereabouts of Xin Ye, the leader of the Chihuo Hall, are now unknown, and it is very likely that he will be caught and imprisoned by the Donghua Sect. He wants to find out.
Can you rescue the other party from the devil's cave?
This was what Ximen Lang was thinking at this time. The backpack behind him contained a crossbow, dozens of hunting arrows, and hundreds of iron balls the size of Chinese medicine pills. These were all gifts he prepared for everyone in Donghuamen.
In the dark night, a figure was running very fast. The speed of the magic movement was comparable to that of a car. As he ran, Ximen Lang's body jumped up from time to time. This jump was more than ten meters away.
In less than an hour, Ximen Lang came to a remote area to the east of Kaicheng District in Shaoyang City. This was a large shanty town, and there was a wide courtyard in it that was originally the location of the Star Altar, a subsidiary of Huamen Chihuo Hall.
, is now occupied by Donghua Gate and has become the enemy's headquarters.
There are two temporary watchtowers built with wooden poles standing near the gate. They are about six meters high and roofed with asbestos tiles. They look very crude. Inside each watchtower there are two members of the Donghua Sect, walking around yawning.
Ximen Lang hid behind a pile of broken bricks in the distance, took out the crossbow from his backpack, and loaded five hunting arrows. This cloud python crossbow was the best of five consecutive shots, with a long range and extremely lethal power.
He raised the crossbow and aimed skillfully at the target on the opposite side. Ximenlang pulled the trigger decisively, and then the crossbow swung rapidly. Four hunting arrows shot out of the air, accurately hitting the hearts of the four guards, instantly killing him.
They killed him and his body staggered around inside the watchtower.
After easily defeating the four guards, Ximen Lang took out a canvas shoulder bag from his backpack and put it across his shoulder. The canvas bag was filled with iron balls. It was time to use them. Then, he put the crossbow back into the backpack.
Carrying it on his back, he stood up and walked forward like a cheetah. When he reached the courtyard wall, he jumped up and landed lightly into the courtyard.
Sensing the sound coming from the east, Ximenlang ducked behind the big willow tree nearby and looked closely. He saw the bright light of the flashlight shining over him, and more than a dozen Donghua Gate patrol officers approaching.
Three iron balls appeared in Ximen Lang's palm. Under the driving of a master, this would become a weapon for killing people. His golden eyes stared at more than a dozen members of the Huamen passing by the tree. When they walked more than ten meters away, his right hand shook,
The iron ball was shot out fiercely, carrying a powerful explosive force and a jaw-dropping speed like a bullet coming out of the barrel, exuding the smell of death in the dark night.