Bai Lang's martial arts are also very skilled. This is the martial arts practiced by killing the enemy and breaking the formation during the Chongzhen period in the past - especially two-handed weapons. Usually, a simple sword and an iron spear are used with one hand, but the double iron spear can also be operated freely. Bai Lang not only has strength, but also has skill. When operating the double iron spear, it can also be as if auspicious snow floats over a feather and cannot be used.

Anyway, he started to use less chopping now, so he used more to protect the blade, and the more he used was thorns. Bai Lang made his hands like lightning, and the tip of the spear brought blood. He thorned directly either his neck or his heart. But the cat would crack his palms. Bai Lang was also quick and accurate with the cooperation of his hands and eyes.

Since it is mainly used to kill people by cutting the neck, the action of retrieving and stabbing can also be simplified - the blade on the spear will not curl the blade when it is cut into half of the neck, and the reinforced spine on the spear can also effectively protect the spear tip. Although it is not as visually impactful as yesterday, it is not as good as yesterday's efficiency - it is also labor-saving.

The people in front of him were empty, and Bai Lang had already penetrated the military formation. When he returned to his horse and killed again, the infantry and cavalry of Hezhuo's troops had already begun to flee wildly - it would be better to escape anywhere, just don't face the killing god. The killing god was invulnerable and had no hope of defeating him. How many people died when they went up? Who still has the courage?

Bai Lang's goal is very clear - break through the entire battle formation, and then fight all the adults of Zhuo's troops into the head. And he is now rushing to the second formation. Bai Lang touched the horse's neck, and his palms were wet. "It seems that this horse is not good. If you continue to rush down, you will lose your strength. Forget it, a certain family will be able to kill people by foot."

For him, killing people in the field is probably more flexible and mobile, and these two iron spears do not affect them. They are not snake spears, but the iron spears more than two meters long can also run freely on the ground. In terms of ground fighting, one is actually more flexible, so Bai Lang threw out the iron spear in his right hand, penetrated two people directly, and started to rush to the formation with one iron spear alone.

It is not difficult to use footsteps against cavalry, but it is really not difficult at all. For Bai Lang, it is just a pick. If you pick one and move from the diagonally below, it will be easier to avoid the armor of those cavalry and stab the fatal key directly. If you face the infantry array, grab the big sword and spear and push it apart, and then you won’t kill it casually.

Besides, there are not many soldiers who can line up in front of him.

Bai Lang just shouted at the general, and the soldiers in front of him began to abandon their armor and drag their soldiers away, and did not dare to take Bai Lang's attack at all. This behavior is not as good as the peasant army in the late Ming Dynasty. "This is really a weasel's rat, a nest is worse than a nest." Bai Lang also sighed.

It is the doctrine's morale bonus on them, which is now empty and completely gone - it would be better to play a role in dragging the back. In fact, since the Middle Ages, the strong soldiers under this doctrine have ceased to exist - in the next few decades, they will be beaten up casually.

In front of Bai Lang's eyes, there were green feathers and yellow shirts, and of course the leaders of the Red Flower Society. "I think you are not barbarians... you are better barbarians than the barbarians here. Are you trying to die when you stand in front of me?" Bai Lang's innate inspiration enveloped the battlefield, and knew that the leaders were not too late, so he was not in a hurry.

He didn't believe that he could escape his light skills that he had traveled thousands of miles away.

The female slave Cuiyu Huangshan looked at Bai Lang, and after a moment, she could only get out of the saddle and kneel in front of Bai Lang. "Why, according to your law, you have nothing to do with this tribe. Even if I kill you all, you will not be able to affect you." The heads of the Red Flower Society showed unbearable expressions, but they did not dare to look at Bai Lang in front of him.

This man was caught in the battle and killed the entire Hezhuo team. This is no longer something that ordinary martial arts masters can do. Even a master like the Shuangying of Tianshan was afraid that he would not be a general in the same gang in front of Bai Lang. The reason is too simple. Huo Qingtong is now a master with higher martial arts skills than her master. The three-point sword technique can even easily suppress the head of the guard's guard.

But if you still bow your head in front of Bai Lang, you can tell how strong Bai Lang is. If you practice martial arts to this level, you may be afraid that the person in front of you is a monster. The head of the Honghua Society also knows that this person is called Bai Lang, and he is the number one rebel in the world, but he just doesn't understand what he means, the Prince of the Ming Dynasty, Shaobao?

If it were during the Chongzhen period, the Prince's Young Guard would be at least 100 years old. I would like to point out that Prince's Young Guard - maybe this is really a monster who has practiced to the point of rejuvenation?

In short, he was the leader of the head of the throne. The guard Zhan dismounted and bowed with his fists. He couldn't think of how to speak for a while. After a long time, he only said one sentence, "We are both anti-Qing...this..." Bai Lang directly interrupted his words, "It's just a barbarian trying to break the soil. It's the right thing to attack such barbarians. Could it be that you, the little barbarian with pigtails, still want to plead with mercy?"

"Anti-Qing and anti-Qing, look at your own dress... This is called anti-Qing? Hahahahahahaha." Bai Lang laughed and rose into the air. When he fell, he was like an eagle spreading his wings, throwing a spear out, and nailing a big bearded man and his horse to the ground.

"If you want to fight against the Qing Dynasty, you should change your clothes first and directly raise an army to expel the Tartars." Bai Lang didn't say anything, "There is no future to be a good friend."

Not long ago, when Bai Lang figured out that this was the world of Book Sword, he had already remembered the contempt for the so-called Red Flower Society in this world a long time ago. Now that he saw basically all the Red Flower Society leaders, he naturally had no good feelings. "By the way, there is a person named Luo Bing in your Red Flower Society? Let me see. And where is the place where Princess Xiangxiang with Zhuobu? I want to see it."

In exchange for a roar and a palm like Ben Lei, "What do you want?" Bai Lang turned around halfway, "Ben Lei's hand Wen Tailai?" A powerful man came with a palm print, which was quite tragic. It seemed that he knew that he was definitely not an opponent, but his wife was about to be humiliated, so he had to stand up and take a life-threatening blow, just being a mandarin duck with the same life.

Bai Lang did not dodge or avoid, and directly took his palm, "I don't understand why you are so anxious? I didn't say I want to sleep with your wife, but I just heard that your wife Luo Bing is beautiful and wants to see what this beautiful woman looks like... So you can't help but come out to die? Hahaha, hahahahahahaha."

The anti-shock force of the Golden Bell cover directly shattered one of Wen Tailai's arms, his meridians were shaking in a mess, and his bones were broken - this was his own strength, Bai Lang had not increased his strength yet. Wen Tailai vomited blood, but he directly asked several leaders to snatch it out at the same time, and tried his best to dance the tricks, and wanted to bring Brother Wen back.
Chapter completed!