In the Huiying Building, Ximen Lang felt a sharp pain in his back, and suddenly ducked, his right wrist shook, and the poisonous dragon thorn appeared in his hand, and he stabbed towards the green dragon like lightning.
On the other side, Bai Hu and Xue Mo attacked Ximen Lang at the same time. The former hit his left arm with his huge fist, and the latter slapped his shoulder with his right palm. In addition, Suzaku and Xuanwu also rushed over from behind and pounced fiercely.
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Not to mention that there were several heavenly kings watching eagerly next to him. Even if the five masters attacked Ximen Lang together, it was difficult to resist him. He could only try his best to support him, and exchanged several moves with the five of them in an instant. Only five figures were seen in the hall.
Flying around, the sound of heavy blows continued.
Ximen Lang was hit by two punches, a palm and a kick. Fortunately, he was protected by a golden bell, so he only felt bursts of severe pain. Apart from the five bloody holes on his back, he had no other injuries, and he did not let the opponent take up too much time.
It was a big deal. He kicked Baihu back several steps, and hit Xuanwu on the shoulder with his left fist. The expressions of the two guys changed drastically and they felt pain from the bones.
Although Xue Wensheng, who was on the sidelines, had long known that this boy was extremely powerful, but seeing that he still had the ability to counterattack under the attack of the five masters of Donghuamen, he couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart, "What a strong general, it's a pity that...
They are my enemies in Donghuamen!"
Xuewei looked over with worried eyes. After getting along last night, her hatred for Ximen Lang had become weaker and weaker, and had even disappeared. Instead, she felt that the other party was her good friend. She saw that Ximen Lang was in crisis.
During this time, she was panicking, secretly praying that a miracle would suddenly come and help the kid escape this disaster.
Except for Xue Mo, all the Heavenly Kings of Donghua Sect gathered around and wanted to test their skills.
I don’t know if it was Xuewei’s sincere prayer that moved God. A pink figure suddenly flew in from the door. The man flicked his wrist, and a fist-sized bolas flew over quickly, hitting the thick and hard basalt that was caught off guard.
's back.
Xuanwu spat out a large mouthful of blood, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. This was him. Years of practicing Turtle Back Kung Fu had made his back muscles as hard as iron. If it had been anyone else, he would have been able to kill him with just one blow.
took his life.
"Who made the sneak attack?" Xuanwu, who was lying sideways on the ground, turned and cursed, looking over with hatred.
In the air, a woman's sweet and slightly artificial laughter came, "It's your aunt, I..."
It was a woman wearing a pink skirt, with a charming face, a pair of snow peaks half exposed in the V-shaped neckline, and the deep ravines exuded a charming charm. Under the thin and short skirt was a pair of snow white smooth legs.
, seductive and soul-stirring.
Ximenlang looked around and shouted in surprise, "Sister Liao..."
The visitor was Madam Liao, one of the Eight Wonders of Huamen. She giggled and said, "Brother Ximen actually dared to create a tiger's den. My sister really admires you. Are you okay?"
Ximen Lang avoided Xue Mo's attack and said excitedly: "It's okay, I won't die for a while."
Xuanwu saw Aunt Liao's face clearly and cursed bitterly: "It's you, damn woman, you're so cruel."
Aunt Liao snorted coldly and scolded: "Damn turtle, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so annoying. How about it? Are you satisfied with my aunt's meeting gift?" As she spoke, her jade arms shook, and the meteor hammer turned towards the direction.
The snow ink struck past.
Xue Mo snorted coldly, pushed out his left palm and hit the meteor hammer, slamming it back, and said angrily: "You woman are here to die!"
At the door, there was a sound of laughter, very happy, but also mixed with a bit of weirdness. Someone laughed and said loudly: "Not only her, but also me, the poor monk..."
"Of course, Professor, I won't miss watching the fun. Taoist priest, let's go in together. There are many old acquaintances inside."
Another voice like a broken gong said: "What an old acquaintance, they are just a bunch of scum."
Immediately, dozens of Donghua Sect members were beaten and scattered in all directions, and more than a dozen bloody corpses flew into the hall. Three men walked in. The one on the left was a smiling fat monk, wearing an apricot yellow monk's robe, revealing his body.
With a fat belly, it looks like
He looks like a Maitreya Buddha. The man in the middle is a man wearing a middle coat and glasses. He also has three pens in his jacket pocket. He looks like a man of culture. On the right is a Taoist priest with an ashen face like a zombie, with a long sword tied to his back.
He rolled his eyes strangely.
Elder Xue saw them coming and said in a deep voice: "No wonder I saw crows crowing again this morning. It turns out it's you monsters who have come, the deadly peach blossom, the murderous Maitreya, the bloodthirsty professor, the zombie Taoist priest, and Hua
Four of the Men Ba Jue actually came over. Yes, let me bury that kid with you." He waved his right arm and ordered: "Come up here and kill them all."
The eight heavenly kings swarmed in, surrounded Fang Bala and others, and fought in one place, causing chaos in the hall.
The zombie Taoist priest Lie Yangzi faced off against the Pulao King He Ming and the Suanyi King Chuan Ba; the killer Maitreya Fang Bala faced off against the Chi-Kiss King Hai Di and the Jiaju King Hu Qing; the bloodthirsty teacher faced off against the
Boye, the king of Fengtian, and Yang Ji, the king of Baxia, Han Shou, the king of Bifan, and Kuqiu, the king of Bixi, rushed towards the fatal peach blossom Liao.
Among them, Chuan Ba held an eight-edged copper hammer in his right hand and rushed over like a lion, smashing it into Lieyangzi's chest and roaring: "I'm a dead old man, give me a hammer!"
Lieyangzi stepped aside, and with a clang, the cangsong sword was unsheathed, and he stabbed him three times in a row. The sword moves were continuous and exquisite, forcing Sichuan Ba to take three steps back.
He Ming launched an attack from the other side, swinging his palms sharply and hitting Lie Yangzi's chest, creating a phantom.
Lieyangzi shook his left arm and held it in front of his chest to parry. Chuanba came at him again with a heavy copper hammer. The three of them were fighting inextricably.
The killer of Maitreya had already taken out the weapon from the big pocket on his back before the enemy rushed over. It was a pair of copper cymbals, nearly two feet in diameter, with thin and sharp edges, and a bulging leather sheath in the middle.
He inserted his palm into it. Hai Di, who was fighting with him, was using a strange weapon that was three meters long and weighed seventy-six kilograms. It was shaped like a lifelike shark, extremely ferocious, named Evil Shark.
"call!"
Hai Di swung the evil shark in his hand and smashed it onto Fang Bala's head. The momentum was astonishing, and the force of the hit was enough to weigh a thousand kilograms.
Fang Bara raised the cymbal in his left hand to protect his head, and quickly moved the cymbal in his right hand towards his opponent's neck. With just one move, the gap between the two people was revealed. Whether it was the speed of the move or the subtlety of the move, Hai Di
Compared with them, there was a gap. He hurriedly withdrew the evil shark and placed it across his chest to resist the opponent's attack.