There are no windows or anything in this place, and I don’t know if it is a house on the ground or an underground palace. Judging from the ceiling and walls made entirely of stone, Bailang is likely to be an underground palace. Otherwise, the customs of this world are different from those of ancient China.
Similarly, houses for people living on the ground are usually made of wood and bricks, and those made entirely of stone are called ghost houses. This is not the case with underground palaces. I am afraid that Chinese people do not have the hobby of building mazes underground...
Everyone dispersed and looked for a way out in the atrium. There were only twelve hours in total, and they couldn't afford to waste it - no one wanted to bet on whether the mysterious voice could "obliterate" them. Bai Lang touched the wall with his hand, and then thought about it.
He picked up his two iron maces, rounded them and smashed them against the wall. Among the people present, no one had heavier weapons than him - to be honest, the little monk Ci'en looked like he had no weapons, while Ma Rulong and Mu
The swords in Rong Hua's hands were all slender scholar's swords, while the ones in Murong Jiuxiu's hands were short swords. As for Qin Lian'er from Yao Valley, she also had no weapons.
Bai Lang is the special one... The iron mace with a thick wrist is probably not more than ten centimeters in diameter and one and a half meters long. Such a clumsy weapon is held in the hands of Bai Lang, who has a handsome face...
Everyone thinks that he should also wear bright silver Mingguang armor, a phoenix-winged helmet on his head, and ride a black horse under his crotch, so that he can be worthy of a complete painting style. Let Bailang say it himself.
, "Shanwen armor is also fine."
The two maces smashed and poked, and soon the stones on the wall were broken open - yes, there was space behind the wall. Bailang just wanted to laugh three times, "The formation has been broken!" However, a big hole suddenly appeared under his feet.
, Bailang shouted and then disappeared... Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Bailang was feeling complacent one moment, but he fell down the next second. It was not a straight path but a curved slide. He just slid along the slide, turning around and making himself a little dizzy. Naturally,
The mace in his hand also flew away, and the dagger in his waist made him roll a few times. If it hadn't been for the internal force of the golden bell, he would have been hit with a bruise on the wall and the slide, causing his face to be swollen and his muscles to be broken.
"Fortunately, the mace was not tied around my wrist with a belt, otherwise I would have fallen even worse."
I don’t know how long I have been sliding, but the disheveled Bailang rolled out of a hole with a squeaking sound, fell down for more than ten meters, and fell into the water. "Grass!" Bailang climbed out of the water and wiped his face.
The water above, when you look up, is a tiankeng. It turns out that this is a pool under the tiankeng. Bailang just measured the depth with his own body. It is only about five or six meters deep. But this tiankeng is probably not three meters deep.
It is about ten meters deep, or a hundred feet deep. It has a small mouth and a big bottom, just like a pot. There are vines everywhere at the entrance of the sinkhole, but sunlight can still shine through, so it is not dark at all down there.
"Climb out along this way. You only have twelve hours to kill someone. If you don't have enough time, you have to kill them..." While muttering, Bailang began to climb, but only three sticks
In the short time it took, with the help of the power and reaction speed brought by the golden bell cover and the tiger-shaped true meaning of the Thirty-two Road Long Fist, he had climbed out of the sinkhole. Standing on the edge of the sinkhole, he looked at the continuous mountains in front of him.
I don't even know which direction the Shaolin Temple is and which direction the Sutra Pavilion is.
The two maces were gone, and he didn't know which corner of the slide it was stuck on. "Damn it, I lost it before I even covered it with heat!" Bai Lang cursed again. He didn't know where the left and right were, so he just left.
He just chose a direction that seemed convenient for walking and strode forward. "I can only hope that those few people can help." In fact, Bailang still hasn't figured out why this place treated him like this. Could it be that smashing the wall would trigger the mechanism?
And this institution is still at his feet?
Don't think too much, it will hurt your nerves. What you need to consider now is how to get to your destination. First of all, you need to ask for directions.
Just when Bailang was cutting through the vines and shrubs in the forest, and came to the road, he ran into a group of guys with knives and swords. They looked like deer-headed and rat-eyed guys who were not good people at first glance. Bailang was handsome and handsome.
He was handsome. Although his clothes were a little torn by those bushes and the like, and his hair was messy and uncombed due to rolling all the way, he looked like a gentleman at first glance. So when the gang saw him, they immediately shouted, "There is a spy! It must be him."
You want to harm the hall master!"
Before Bai Lang could understand, the gang had already stood shoulder to shoulder waving weapons. "Hey! Where's the morality of the world? Didn't we agree that we should fight one another?" Bai Lang felt that the morality of this group was really bad, so he followed his lead.
The thugs in the gang below are equally bad. They can fight in groups and never fight alone. When they encounter a tough one - of course they haven't encountered it yet, but once they do, they will definitely abandon the leader and run away without hesitation. They will even kneel down and call out to their grandparents for fear.
Yes, they are all available.
The skills of the group of people in front of him should be much better than those of the thugs he brought with him. Bailang didn't feel scared - it was too late to be afraid. Instead, he felt quite enthusiastic. He had not really been in this situation before he cultivated into the golden bell.
They had fought each other before—attacking those soldiers was a sure-kill sneak attack, not counting, "This is a real martial arts fight, wow, wow, here I come!" Bailang also roared, and first raised his momentum.
, then drew out a broad dagger half an arm's length and rushed over.
It's best to pair this sword with a shield, but it doesn't matter. It's quite thick, with six sides polished and edged, and it's heavy enough - it's not necessary in the first place. Bailang specifically asked the blacksmith to make it like this, otherwise where would the blacksmith be?
It can hit a sword blade that is several centimeters thick. This thing is more like a sword-shaped axe than a sword... Anyway, it is mainly used for stabbing. When it comes to cutting, due to the angle of the blade, it is better to use it to chop down trees.
But hitting it is enough to kill someone.
The weapons in the hands of the seven or eight people who rushed over were all long swords that were really suitable for martial arts fighting, such as single swords, and some people used soft whips. Bailang held the sword in his right hand and the tiger claw in his left hand, and rushed forward with an angry shout.
Go in. Don't ask why the other party came to kill people, just hit them anyway. Every opponent has internal power. The internal power on this sword is hot, cold, and even poisonous - Bailang smells a fishy smell, sweet
Tired. "Good guy! He actually put poison on the weapon!"
Bai Lang is like a fierce tiger, the dagger is his fang, and the inner force of the golden bell is stabbing everywhere - I am afraid that his current golden bell kung fu cannot block the opponent's sword, so he has to use it to attack. This
The dagger was like a meteor, and it pierced the guy in front of him who was blocking with a horizontal sword. The knife was broken, and the tip of the sword protruded directly from behind the man. The blacksmith also made a dagger with folding forging, although
It just uses ordinary iron material, but its thickness makes it very durable.
This chapter has been completed!