This man was also stunned when he saw Bailang, but then a power like a sandstorm in the desert broke out, and his whole person turned into a strong wind and brought endless waves of knives to kill him. All the people and things involved along the way were still alive.
There were pavilions and pavilions that were reduced to pieces one after another, and even the flesh and blood were dried up and blown away like dust. Before Bailang was killed, the attendants of the Happy King and the house inside had been killed and destroyed.
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The storm gets bigger as it gets closer to Bailang, but it seems that this man's martial arts are really good, because he can gather his strength - otherwise, with his ability, the entire oasis will be shrouded in his sandstorm. But now it's just a storm with
A sandstorm billowing dozens of feet rolled towards Bailang - Bailang crossed his arms and his momentum was high. He had just killed three innate masters who came to intercept him. The white tiger's fighting spirit and killing power were as high as ever.
"Kujie, koujie, koujie! You want to kill me? You haven't finished your class yet!" Bailang said a strong man's language that made people confused, and when his arms were parted, and their palms faced each other, he began to gather energy, and then he
He charged directly into the sandstorm. As Bailang moved, the phantom of the white tiger gathered outside him. There was a bronze bell in front of him covering the front half of the white tiger's body. The bell button slammed into the sandstorm.
"Boom..." The bell rang for a long time, and thousands of golden lights, together with a hurricane that was completely different from the sandstorm but more violent, exploded directly from the center of the sandstorm. The sky that was temporarily covered by the sandstorm suddenly had a sudden weather
It was clear and the sun was shining, but the sandstorm was formed into a ring and spreading continuously - just like the eye of a typhoon. Bailang had already grasped the opponent's knife-wielding hand with one claw. This was already a display of superb eyesight and martial arts.
Cooperate, go straight into the middle palace and grab the opponent's hand with one shot of life and death.
If there is even the slightest error, Bailang may be split open at this moment. Even if he has the magical power of the Golden Bell to protect his body, he will probably be split and seriously injured. But now, Bailang has the upper hand, "Shaozi! I'm going to shit now."
Yeah!" Bailang also said something specious, and he squeezed hard. The white tiger roared and closed its mouth fiercely. Bailang's claws smashed the opponent's palm like a tiger's mouth, and the handle of the knife was crushed into one.
A mixture of metal and flesh and bone.
Before the other party could scream, Bai Lang had already thrust out a palm, and struck him with a sound like a roar of a tiger. If this palm had hit the opponent, he would have been completely transformed. The power of this palm was that of Nandou.
The Yin energy in the White Tiger Fist is as strong as a big iron cone. After hitting it, the fleshy body will be naturally shed, and the white bones will come out and become slag. It can be called the unique skill of making meatballs. And the guy who stirred up the sandstorm was also fierce, and he didn't have time to scream.
Just lift the leg and kick it out, and kick it in a circle.
This kick carried the meaning of a spiral whirlwind and arid drought, and Bailang's skin had already become rough and sandy before it even touched it. However, Bailang did not dodge, and let the kick hit his chest, and his palm
The target was hit. Bailang took a few steps back. He was now only wearing a few rags around his waist. The footprints on his chest turned yellow like the land of the Gobi Desert. Then the color continued to spread, and the skin and flesh suddenly appeared.
Cracks mean dryness.
"Ha!" Bai Lang laughed, his whole body glowed with golden light, and the tattoos on his body appeared vividly. The monkey tattoo even hugged the cracked place and melted it away as if he was swallowing it. Bai Lang spat it out.
A mouthful of blood turned into sand and dust before it hit the ground. He snorted several times and spit out dry sand and dust, and that was it.
And that guy was hit with a palm between his chest and abdomen, and there was a sound all over his body, like a series of firecrackers exploding. He dwarfed a bit, and blood spurted out from behind him - half of his ribs and several vertebrae.
The body broke apart and flew out, taking away half of the internal organs. This was almost a fatal injury - of course, if Bailang didn't pursue him, this injury alone might not be able to kill the innate master.
There is no shortage of miraculous medicines and miraculous skills in this world. Innate masters can hang their lives with true energy, and can really "grow back" bones, internal organs, etc. It is difficult, but not impossible. It's just that he has no chance.
If Qi hangs on his life, he can't stop Bai Lang's attack - he wouldn't be so skinny in the first place, but who let Bai Lang kill three people in a row and raise Bai Hu's evil Qi to such a high level.
The evil spirit of the white tiger broke through the protective aura, and it was rampaging fiercely and unstoppably. As a result, the man in front of him failed to cut Bai Lang, and he was about to die. Bai Lang spit out sand, which was all the blood and internal organs in his body.
He took a few steps and swiped his claws to divide the person in front of him. He was divided into two halves, and even an innate master couldn't survive. At this time, Bailang began to breathe a sigh of relief, coughing and spitting out more dust - this time.
The sand and dust were mixed with blood.
Bailang sat cross-legged, and the kick he received was not an easy one. The zhenqi like a sandstorm was still colliding in his body, and he could also plunder the energy for his own growth, but it was trapped by Bailang's golden bell.
, now all he needs to do is use the strength of the Golden Bell and the White Tiger Fist to wear it away, and everything will be fine. Bailang breathed in and out, and his breath was like a windmill, and there was a bloody air spurting out.
Even after dispersing this true energy, Bai Lang's internal organs are still a little injured. Although his fighting power has not diminished, he will need to nurse himself back afterward. "Whatever, let's find some clothes to wear first, and then go find the Happy King!" Bai Lang!
He made a decision - the guy he killed also didn't have anything on him. He was probably a close associate of King Happy, so he must have his own place to live, and he wouldn't have all his belongings with him.
Bai Lang couldn't recognize the elixirs he found on his body and didn't dare to eat them casually to heal his injuries, but the golden medicine might be useful. Bai Lang took out a small box of black ointment, which exuded a mint-like smell.
, he picked a little with his finger and applied it to a wound on his body. Immediately, there was a burning pungent feeling, which seemed to activate the wound, making Bai Lang feel pain, and then a cool feeling came up to calm him down.
For this pain, "seeing that a layer of white paste has formed on the wound, it's likely that the gold wound medicine is really effective."
Bailang rushed into the still intact pavilion, and he found some clothes, picked some that fit and put them on - of course he must have gone to the lake to cleanse his body before, Bailang also felt refreshed - he did
I'm ready to fight the Happy King.
This person must be the one with the highest martial arts skills. Before, Bailang Qi Machine was not very sure. Now after killing four people in a row, his evil energy has increased again. The lethality of martial arts can be said to have reached a new level. But the Happy King is gone.
Where have you gone? When can you come back? Or should you go find him?
This chapter has been completed!