Yun Qing was completely stunned, her bright eyes were full of disbelief. She never expected that boy Ximen Lang to be so bold, he actually beat her master, Master Juechen, one of the eight talents of the Chinese sect, to such a degree.
Under this, she is nothing in the eyes of others!
Regret and self-blame filled Yunqing's heart, and she felt heartbroken. It was me who had caused the master's fault!
Master Juechen struggled to stand up and looked at the apprentice who was tied up with pitiful eyes. She felt very sad but could do nothing. The martial arts of the boy in front of her was too strong and she could not compete with him at all.
On the right, the Thousand-Handed Thief was still fighting fiercely with Liu Kaifeng and others. Although one enemy and five others were gradually losing, he was so fast that Liu Kaifeng and others could not do anything to him. One of them, Fatty Han, was negligent and was killed by Jiang.
Lei's right palm hit her shoulder, she screamed in pain, took two steps back, and then swung her big ax and attacked like a tiger.
Ximen Lang turned around, looked at Jiang Li with cold eyes, and said angrily: "If you dare to hit my little brother, you are really looking for death!" Suddenly, he jumped over and kicked Jiang Li on the right wrist. The silver hook flew away from his hand and flew straight to the ground.
Flying up to ten meters high.
When Liu Kaifeng and others saw Brother Lang taking action, they all retreated and stood aside to watch the battle.
The severe pain on his wrist made Jiang Li grin and said angrily: "Is it okay if you bully my apprentice?" In anger, he kept swinging his arms and transformed many fist shadows to hit the opponent, but it was not in vain.
The title of Thousand-Handed Thief.
Although he was fast, Ximen Lang was even faster. He used the Storm God Fist to block his punches like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he resisted thirteen of his punches.
The silver hook fell in mid-air, Ximen Lang stretched out his hand to grab it, and said coldly: "The fight is over, now it's my turn!"
Immediately, the silver hook drew out streaks of light and attacked like lightning.
Jiang Lei hurriedly dodged, but her movements were always half a minute slower than Ximen Lang.
"Chi!"
The silver hook scratched Jiang Li's left arm, and the outer robe was torn. A seven-eight-centimeter-long gash appeared on his arm, less than half an inch deep. Blood gushed out violently, and he grinned in pain. He said angrily: "You
Dare to hurt me?"
Ximen Lang sneered, "Who do you think you are..." He stepped up his offensive, and the silver hooks were overwhelming.
Although Jiang Li is known as the Thousand-Handed Thief and has always rarely met an opponent, he was restrained in every aspect in front of Ximen Lang. No matter whether it was internal strength, moves or light skills, he was not as good as the opponent. He was destined to become a tragic figure.
"Chi!" After three moves, Jiang Li's right leg was cut with a silver hook. It was the same length as the arm, and it was only half an inch deep. Although it was extremely painful, it was only a minor injury and would not damage the bones.
"You bastard, I have to kill you!" Jiang Li was so angry that she used her Qinggong to the limit and rushed over. Her arms transformed into seven or eight arms, and she quickly grabbed the opponent's right wrist to grab the silver hook.
Of the eight arms, seven are imaginary, and only one is Gracilaria's real arm, so that the opponent cannot distinguish reality from reality and be confused by the phantom.
Ximen Lang sneered and said, "What, are you playing hide-and-seek?"
The key secret why Gracilaria can create these eight arms is the word "quick", because if the movement is too fast, phantoms will appear, making it difficult to distinguish the real ones from the fake ones.
Many members of the back hall have been paying attention to the fight between the two. This time when they saw Jiang Li's eight arms trying to snatch the silver hook from the hall master's hand at the same time, they couldn't help but admire in their hearts. The eight talents of the Huamen are indeed not in vain. The Master Juechen just now
Already very powerful, this Thousand-Armed Thief is equally amazing. It looks like an octopus. Who can tell which arm is real and which is fake?
However, none of this could be hidden from Ximen Lang's golden eyes. His eyes with special abilities could tell which was the opponent's real arm as soon as Jiang Li took action. Therefore, he confidently swung his wrist and handed out the silver hook accurately.
The stroke is on the real arm.
"Chi!" A voice appeared on Jiang Li's right arm, which shocked him. It's impossible. How could he see it so accurately and defeat my trick in one fell swoop?
In a state of panic, Jiang Li was in disarray. In addition, after being injured, her movements slowed down a lot, and she was scratched on her body by silver hooks...
Everyone looked over in surprise, and saw the silver hook flying up and down, and Gracilaria's clothes gradually became more and more tattered, with cuts all over and dripping with blood.
In an instant, eighteen cuts were made on Gracilaria's body by the silver hooks, which spread all over her body, causing excruciating pain.
After all, he was a member of the same sect. Ximen Lang could not take his life, he was just punishing him. Otherwise, he would have cut off his head long ago.
Seeing that the opponent was covered in blood by his own silver hook, Ximen Lang stopped attacking and fell, standing with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at Jiang Li, whose body was shaking due to severe pain.
There were a total of eighteen wounds all over the body. Although the wounds were not deep, they were so numerous and dense that Jiang Li was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale. What was even worse was that there were many members of the Huamen watching this scene, which made him lose face.
He Cun.
The angry flames in his heart quickly burned away his reason, and Jiang Li roared: "Go to hell..." With a flick of his wrist, a sharp old-fashioned razor appeared in his hand, and he jumped up and flew straight over.
Waving his right arm, the razor pointed in the direction of Ximen Lang's throat. He was ready to ruthlessly kill the opponent at all costs.
Murderous intent flashed in Ximen Lang's eyes. He stood motionless, but Hunyuan energy surged through his body, ready to launch a thunder blow to kill the opponent. You asked for it, don't blame me!
Although Ximen Lang injured Jiang Li with a silver hook just now, he was obviously merciful and would stop at the last minute. Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago. Even though Jiang Li has nine lives like a cat, he would probably go to hell at this time.
!
However, Jiang Li wanted to kill Ximen Lang without knowing what was going on, which made the latter really angry.
Ximen Lang clenched the silver hook and thought, even if Elder Feng blames me for this, I will never let you go again!
Jiang Li flew in front of Ximen Lang, and the latter suddenly swung the silver hook in his hand and made a white rainbow, slashing towards the former's neck like lightning, making everyone scream in surprise, feeling that Jiang Li could not escape this disaster no matter what.
Fang Bala and other Eight Jue members were even more frightened and shouted hurriedly: "Brother Ximen, please show mercy..."
When Ma Jiabao woke up, his eyes widened with horror, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Master, be careful..."
Ximen Lang ignored the shouts of the crowd. He was not a good man. When his life was threatened, he would never let go of the person who wanted his life. Therefore, the silver hook chopped straight down without any pause.