The taxi stopped in front of the Chunjiang Hotel. After paying, Ximen Lang got out of the car and walked into the hotel with his butt twisted. The driver kept looking at him secretly until his back disappeared. He sighed in his heart, the dead man is really coquettish!
People were coming and going in the hall, and without exception, everyone glanced over and stared at this tall and plump woman. Some men shook their heads while looking at it. Who could bear such a strong woman?
Feeling the high rate of return, Ximen Lang had an advertising slogan in his mind, "It's great to be a woman!" and then added, it's not good to bleed every month.
Life is just a drama. At this time, Ximen Lang just made a guest appearance as a woman. He walked into the elevator coquettishly and went up to the sixth floor. When he walked out of the elevator, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He saw more than ten people.
The man gathered in the corridor. When he appeared, the faces of those people showed nervous expressions. When they saw that he was a woman, they immediately became relaxed, and their eyes were focused on his chest with interest, probably all of them.
I sighed in my heart, it’s so big!
Ximen Lang immediately sensed something was wrong and intuitively guessed that these people might be coming for him. He tried to keep himself calm, twisted his waist and walked forward to room 637, reaching out to grab the door handle.
His eyes glanced to the side.
The faces of the men changed, and they all rushed over like eagles. The first two men reached out to grab both of his arms.
Ximenlang sneered and punched out with his left fist, hitting the face of the man to the east. His cheekbones were shattered and his head deformed violently. He fell to the ground before he could even scream, dying.
At the same time, the LV bag on his right hand fell to the ground, and the poisonous dragon thorn appeared in his hand, stabbing it with a shining light.
"ah!"
The man to the west screamed, and saw a conical spike more than a foot long piercing his heart accurately, and blood arrows shot out. His eyes widened, and he fell to the ground on his back as if he couldn't believe it.
As soon as Ximen Lang took action, two big men fell to the ground and died. The others were all shocked. A big man with a pockmarked face shouted: "This bitch is so cruel. Brothers, copy her and destroy her..."
More than ten men took out machetes, spears and other weapons that had been prepared from their arms, and rushed over.
The pock-marked man was holding a machete. He was the first to pounce in front of Ximen Lang, raised the knife, and slashed at him with extraordinary force.
Ximen Lang ignored him and quickly stabbed the poisonous dragon thorn into him. Before the knife reached the top of his head, the poisonous dragon thorn penetrated the throat of the pockmarked face. The other person's mouth was wide open and his eyes were full of astonishment.
, wanted to scream, but couldn't scream at all. As soon as his hand was loosened, the machete fell, and his whole body fell down.
The latter comes first, this is the difference between a master and an ordinary master. Whether it is speed or strength, there is a world of difference between the two.
Although Ximen Lang still doesn't know the exact identity of the other party, there is no doubt that he is an enemy. Otherwise, he will never hide weapons and ambush around his room. Since he is an enemy, it is unforgivable. He raised his left hand and grabbed the weapon
The machete fell down, and I caught sight of a man coming towards me with a machete from the north. He slashed at me violently.
"when!"
The two knives collided together, splashing out with brilliant starlight. The machete in the man's hand was broken into two pieces, and the look of surprise on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.
The edge of the machete turned and flashed sideways.
"puff!"
The man's head was chopped off and flew to the end of the corridor. Blood spattered on the white wall and slowly flowed down, which was shocking.
Facing the enemy, Ximen Lang has only one principle, "Be ruthless!"
It was the first time for those men to see such a vicious person. They all had frightened looks on their faces, but they continued to charge forward.
Ximen Lang quickly struck out with three knives. The heads of the three men who rushed over first were chopped off, and their headless bodies fell to the ground. He swung the poisonous dragon thorn with his right hand, stabbing the hearts of the two men. In the blink of an eye, five more men were killed.
A man fell to the ground.
In an instant, more than half of the men were attacked by Ximen Lang. The remaining five men were so frightened that they dared not fight him any longer and hurriedly turned around and ran away.
"It's not that easy to leave."
Ximen Lang jumped over, and with the flash of the sword, four men fell into a pool of blood after being hit by the knife. He threw away the machete in his hand, pointed out the sword, and sealed the numb hole of the remaining man, who fell to the ground.
This was a thin man in his thirties, with a look of fear in his small eyes, and he hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Ximen Lang snorted coldly. He had a premonition that something might happen to Ling'er. He reached out to pick him up anxiously, turned around and walked back to the door of room 637. He kicked the door open with a flying kick. He grabbed his LV bag and walked in anxiously.
shouted: "Ling'er, are you still there... Ling'er..."
The room was in a mess, the sofas were overturned, the hardwood coffee table was shattered, and the floor was stained with bright red blood. The floor was messy, but empty, and Qiao Ling'er was missing.
Ximen Lang's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. He threw the thin man on the bed and pressed the sharp poisonous dragon thorn against his throat. He asked fiercely: "Who are you? Tell me quickly or I will kill you..."
The thin man was so frightened that he peed. A foul smell filled the air. He trembled all over and said, "Master, please spare my life. I said... I will say anything... We are from Donghuamen."
They are indeed these bastards!
Ximenlang cursed in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "Where is the girl in this room? Where has she gone?"
"He was...captured by our people."
Ximenlang frowned. He knew that Qiao Ling'er's martial arts were at the same level as Xuewei's, and she could be called a master. He asked angrily: "Can you catch her with just your skills?"
The thin man hurriedly replied: "We didn't do it. The four guardians of the sect personally came to take her away. Their main purpose was to catch you..."
Ximenlang asked doubtfully: "How do you know I live here? Tell me quickly?"
The thin man hurriedly said: "Yes... I said... Since the chief helmsman entered the assassin last night but failed to catch it, the sect master was furious and ordered the four guardians to lead many sect members to go out and search all the hotels and hotels in Chananjing City.
, interrogating all outsiders in the recent past. The four guardians found the suspicious girl in this hotel and wanted to take her away. Who knows what happened?
The girl suddenly struck and injured the Xuanwu protector, so the four protectors joined forces to restrain her. They also found that there were two people boarding the plane, and there was another one named Zhang Lang, so they ordered a group of us to wait here to see what happened.
Whether the person appears, if he appears, catch him, and they will take the girl back to recover. This uncle, you must be that Zhang Lang."