Bai Lang is also a master of hard bridges and hard horses. At that moment, he also punched the man. The golden bell of his punch first possessed the bronze fist and the iron arm, and then the Nandou White Tiger Fist made the punch like
It was like a siege cone. After the punch hit, Bai Lang felt pain as if his hand bones were about to break.
The force also came like a powerful explosion, and the huge vibration sound swept directly across all directions - this was an explosion caused by the rapid compression of air between fists. Bai Lang felt that his hands had no feeling, and Jin Zhongzhao's strength was completely
It collapsed and had to regain its strength before it could recover again. The guy on the opposite side seemed to be fine - but Bailang actually didn't seem to be seriously hurt either. As for whether the opponent's hand hurt or not, only he knew.
In short, neither side took a step back. The man immediately exhaled and punched a second time. Bailang turned his palm into a battle axe, and struck the man's shoulder with the axe. Bailang raised his other hand to prepare.
Block this man's punch. This second blow is still like a copper hammer hitting an iron plate. With the sound of explosion in the air, the surrounding buildings collapsed. As for the people with a radius of more than 100 meters, they were already knocked unconscious by the shock.
died.
Bai Lang's blocking arm failed to completely block it. He was hit backwards and hit his abdomen. The golden bell shield that protected his body should have even cracked. "What a heavy punch!" Bai Lang cursed.
He said a sentence, and the Nandou White Tiger Fist battle ax palm of his other hand struck the opponent's shoulder. The place glowed with golden light, as if the flesh had turned into gold and iron, and the white waves could only penetrate an inch but could not penetrate deeper.
"Improve the Qi body and turn it into iron stone?" Bai Lang saw that there was no blood flowing out from the place where this thing was split, so he also said, "Your Excellency, you have such hard skills! What a good Qigong!"
Yes, this is qigong, not just an external skill. Bailang felt the strange flow of energy in the opponent's body when his palm penetrated the opponent's flesh. His internal force sensed the flow of something similar to the opponent's internal force -
- He himself also practiced martial arts from the outside to the inside by practicing the outer sect magic skills. Of course, he has a very keen sense of this.
What exactly is this thing? Bailang thinks it is a power extracted from flesh and blood through hard training. Perhaps it is a manifestation of powerful vitality - the guy in front of him has such strong vitality that Bailang has only seen.
The man yelled "Ha!", and immediately a wave of air erupted, and Bai Lang's palm was also shaken away. Bai Shaobao shook his palm and ran away a few steps sideways.
"Well, it doesn't seem worthwhile to continue!" Bailang had already seen steam toilets appearing from both ends of the street, and there were even some people wearing what looked like monk robes. The distortion on these people was quite powerful. He met so many at the same time.
Enemy, Bailang has no intention of fighting hard, maybe he will have to run away.
But first we need to get rid of this guy in front of us.
Bailang Qinggong unfolded, and his true energy dispersed into the body, creating a breeze. He slipped out on his toes, and it was time to run away. But the man was also very powerful, and the injuries caused by Bailang's muscles were healed unexpectedly as his muscles squirmed.
, and he kicked off the ground, amidst the explosion, and rose into the air to catch up with Bai Lang.
The next skill this man used was to step on the air. Under his power and energy, the air seemed to become a physical thing. Amidst the explosion, the man just stepped on the air out of thin air and followed Bailang. "It's so awesome.
Foreign martial arts, and this special physical and bloody power."
Bailang is not very worried, because although this person looks very good, this method is relatively stiff and not as free as Bailang's Qinggong. Bailang runs faster, and if he resolutely does not fight back, he will not be held back. The situation in front of him is
There is no way for a steam toilet to go up to the roof, so running away on the roof with white water is really the best option.
However, those guys in robes waved their hands and launched a strange attack. The reason why it was strange was because they could detect the twisted thing falling directly on Bai Lang, but it was of no use - Bai Lang only felt that it was on himself
His blood energy swayed for a while, and then nothing happened. Instead, the Taoist priests vomited out a mouthful of blood.
The next attacks from these Taoist priests are useful things - such as thunder from the sky, ice cubes on the ground, and those ghost soldiers that flicker and appear. Bai Lang is not afraid of thunder, and his body is also tempered. Although the internal energy is now a bit released,
Dangerous, but inside his body he is a real innate master.
The guy chasing after him is probably also an "innate master"? Anyway, he is a monster of the same level, even though this world may not call him that. This guy is probably not afraid of thunder just like Bailang - judging from the contemptuous look on his face
It can be seen that this guy seems to be quite contemptuous of those Taoist priests.
Bailang is slightly numb and glowing. Since he basically has a very short head, he doesn't have an explosive head. The lightning strike can only make him pause a little. Each time, the chasing man can get closer to Bailang.
, if these Taoist priests can strike with lightning all the way to Bailang, this man will not be able to catch up.
However, the flying speed of the Taoist priests themselves is too slow. These people have clouds under their feet or are riding on gourds. Their speed is like climbing clouds. Even if their spells can be cast wherever they can see, Bailang will soon be able to fly.
It's time to throw them out of sight.
The sky thunder is still useful, but the ice fart is useless, and when the ghost soldiers are close to Bailang, they turn into smoke amidst the screams - the blood of the martial arts master is like a torrential furnace, which is not something the ghost soldiers can resist. Listen to what follows.
The guy was cursing, Bailang just laughed evilly. "You can't catch up with me!"
However, the sword in front was like snow, and the house was directly broken. A steam toilet rose up from below, and it was a naginata in his hand. "This thing can actually beat the dragon?" Bailang paused, but his body
In one spin, he bypassed Shenglong's sword and threw the toilet behind him.
Then Bailang made a wrong step and once again avoided a lightning-like sword slash falling from the sky. A steam toilet that was almost two people tall fell from Bailang's side. Bailang was only delayed for a short time, and the man behind him
Caught up.
As a last resort, Bai Lang turned back and tore at the man in front of him with his claws. The real power of Nandou White Tiger Fist was the claws. And the naked man's whole body glowed with golden light, and he directly faced Bai Lang with both fists. In the blink of an eye,
The two of them exchanged no fewer than four or five hands, and the sound of ding-dong-ding-dong sounded several times.
Both sides are guys who are refining their bodies like steel poured into iron, and neither of them suffered any harm from these attacks - Bailang knew that the man in front of him was not as good as him after all, but he couldn't take care of him even after a few moves, and those toilets
Taoist priests and Taoists were all surrounding him, and a whining giant could be vaguely seen in the distance.
This chapter has been completed!