Bai Lang shouted his own name, just like the story of Zhang Wenyuan's power in Xiaoyaojin. Bai Lang shouted his name and danced with a horse, directly attacking the masters who dared to intercept him. The inner strength of the Thirteen Taibao's golden bell mask flourished,
Bailang and his men and horses seemed to be shrouded under an invisible giant bell - the martial arts in this world cannot be revealed, and there is no way around it.
The upper limit of this world is very low, with innate masters at the top. The skills cannot be revealed and have no sound and light effects. However, Bai Lang's innate martial arts is still the best in the world - masters like him are probably very rare in this world.
Go, the man in charge is a Mongolian master wearing ring armor. This man has a big waist and a round figure that still stands above the white waves, with half of his shoulders exposed and his arms shiny.
This is also a master who can be said to be at the pinnacle of external martial arts training. He practices wrestling. Once caught by him, even the horse will be smashed to pieces, not to mention that the skin and muscles can slide away the sword, and ordinary arrows
It's hard for Yaya to penetrate his flesh. As the saying goes, shaking his arms can have the strength of three to five thousand kilograms.
Bailang's big stick came down, and the Mongolian master grabbed Bailang with one hand horizontally and the other. Before the hand could grasp it firmly, Bailang's mace had already broken the man's arm, and he threw the man's upper body to the ground and smashed it to pieces. After that,
A direct stab, and the person facing this blow should be a master of the Demon Cult. This person's swordsmanship is definitely better than that of Yue Buqun. It would be better to say that Yue Buqun's swordsmanship is probably only suitable for serving tea and wine to the opponent.
"It's almost time to reach the state where you can do whatever you want." Bailang said this in his mouth, and the big stick in his hand kept criticizing the weakness at all - this blow was like a bell hammer, allowing his sword skills to change in a thousand ways.
, as soon as the stick was smashed in, he had to return his sword to try to stop it, but the result was that the sword was broken and the person died, and a big hole was made in the whole person's chest, which was open from front to back.
Killing two masters in the blink of an eye, the price was not without it - the stick in his hand seemed to be useless. Bailang tried his best and didn't think about protecting it, so the stick cracked. Bailang dismounted directly and walked towards the Mongolian camp.
Deep down - he wanted to find Anda, and if possible, kill this old boy directly.
As for killing tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry? Bailang didn't think so. Such a thing couldn't be done unless he regained his true innateness. At that time, a line of true energy stretched hundreds of feet, and it was not difficult to kill all these people. But now, killing so many
Many people were too tired, and there were no helpers. All the soldiers had fled, and there might have been a few dead ghosts left who were chopped down by the Mongols. "There are no pornographic pictures. I vaguely remember that there was someone who was talking at the end."
I want to bring you something." Bailang's mind was free to think, and he was killing when he was in a happy mood.
The fact that he is wandering around the world does not mean that he is not powerful in his attacks, but it means that he has his own magical powers. Bailang's body shape is like a tiger. When he advances and retreats, the timing is extremely precise. His fist and palm skills can now be used as he wishes. There is nothing in front of him that can block his move.
The strong man Bai Lang was either killing or injuring, his mind was wandering lively, but his hands were quite ferocious - he grabbed the knife, cut people and discarded the knife, killing one person every time he took a knife, and replaced it with another knife every time he killed someone.
He came back to his senses and smiled, "Kill one person in exchange for a knife. I remember that there was a sword king in the power gang who had the same problem - it's just that he killed people in exchange for a sword that is famous in the world, but here it's just a murder knife.
That's all." No one dared to stop Bailang. He didn't hold back when he was in a trance. Others looked extremely miserable. No one walked in front of him. After grabbing the sword, he was killed with one strike.
No matter how extraordinary your skills are, it is just a sword in front of Bai Lang. The Dugu Nine Swords, Bai Lang is just a sword here. "Dugu Nine Swords, my martial arts is called the killing sword. It is simple and bright! It is powerful and fast!" Bai Lang
I really want to make a standard long knife so that Xiaolou can listen to the spring rain all night
Bailang saw that the camp was starting to fall into chaos. He also set fires everywhere when killing people. The Mongolian cavalry was also ruthless. He immediately abandoned the camp and ran away. Tens of thousands of cavalry dispersed with a crash - the cavalry was originally
The soldiers of separation and union can gather again a hundred miles away, but Bailang can't catch up a hundred miles away in Datong.
After all, it was difficult for the horse to move and the man alone was not enough. The Mongolians also left a team of 100 people to harass Bailang, and the rest left behind nothing more than heavy and heavy debris - tents and other things that Bailang could grab for free.
Go and burn it. The most indispensable thing for Mongolian knights is this kind of felt tent and mat.
Seeing that most of the troops and horses had fled, half of the centurions who were already dead were also running away. Bai Lang curled his lips and did not chase after him - he still had to gather the horses to see what he had captured, and he had to cut off the heads and take them back. Those two
He didn't know how many of the soldiers survived, and even those who survived probably wouldn't be able to help him behead people.
So Bailang had no choice but to hitch the carriage by himself, work hard with a knife, and put away the felt tents he had selected - he could still sell them for a few bucks in the customs. The others were burned on fire, and the armors of the dead ghosts were peeled off.
, this is something worth a lot of money. Bai Lang captured more than thirty horses this time, loaded two carts of heads, and three carts of property and armor. He used Qinggong to connect back and forth, and drove the carriage back.
Datong.
This raid should have greatly damaged the morale of Anda's army, and it also forced them to either quickly enter the border and plunder, or immediately return to the grassland to disperse and eat separately. Otherwise, if they delayed it for three to five days, they could collectively transfer to infantry.
Horses are too delicate animals compared to humans. People can barely drive on the road without eating for a few days and use knives to kill people. Horses can die for you if they can drive on without food for a few days.
I answer that most of the time now I am drawing my sword and slashing to vent the fear and anger in my heart. How could there be such a Ming army general? One person charging into the battle can actually force his entire army to abandon their baggage and run away. I have never seen such a brave general. As for me, I have never seen such a brave general.
Whether Bai Lang can grit his teeth and take advantage of the situation is beyond Bai Lang's control now. When Bai Lang went back, he found that some people were not dead. There were still more than 60 people among the 200 soldiers whom he had gathered -
-These people looked at Bai Lang as if they were looking at gods. They didn't even kowtow to ask for Bai Lang's blessing. Such a god must be a star king from the sky who has descended to earth. He looks even more awesome than Emperor Guan.
A person who can cut off more than 300 heads of Mongolian cavalry in one attack is called an unparalleled murderer. Not to mention that they are all armored elite cavalry, and they have the head of at least one Qianhu. If it is an ordinary person sitting in the camp, it will be enough to kill him.
After being promoted to guerrilla, there is no problem in being promoted to general from guerrilla. However, this is a Jinshi master. He will cut off his head to upgrade and not join the army.
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How to appreciate this guy is a question.
This chapter has been completed!