Bai Lang shouted his name, just like the story of Zhang Wenyuan's mighty Xiaoyaojin back then. Bai Lang shouted his name and surname, and rushed to the masters who dared to intercept him. The Thirteenth Taibao practiced the golden bell cover with his internal strength, and Bai Lang even seemed to be shrouded under the invisible giant bell - the martial arts in this world cannot be revealed, and there is no way to do so.

The upper limit of this world is very low. Innate masters are the top. The martial arts cannot be revealed without sound and light effects. However, Bai Lang's innate martial arts are still the best in the world. Like a master like him, this world is probably very rare. A big stick hits the head, and the one in front of him is a Mongolian master wearing ring armor. This man has a big waist and a round body that is still above Bai Lang, revealing half of his shoulders and arms.

This is also a master who can be said to be the pinnacle of external skills. He practices wrestling. Once he is caught, he may even be broken by a horse, not to mention that the skin muscles can slide into swords, and ordinary arrows are difficult to penetrate his flesh. As the saying goes, shaking his arms can have three or five thousand pounds of force.

Bailang's big stick was smashed down, and the Mongolian master grabbed Bailang with one hand and the other. Before he could catch it, Bailang's mace had already broken the man's arm and smashed the man's upper body into pieces. Then he stabbed him directly, and the one who faced this blow should be the master of the Demon Cult. This person's sword technique was definitely above Yue Buqun. It would be better to say that Yue Buqun's sword technique was only worthy of serving tea and wine to the other party...

"I'm almost at the level of being free and at will." Bai Lang said this, and the big stick under his hand kept criticizing Kang Tuxu at all. This blow was to hit the bell hammer. He let his sword skills change and sword energy be illusory. He had to go back to try to stop it with a stick. However, the result was that the sword was broken and the person was killed. A big hole was pounded in his chest and the front and back were clear.

He killed two masters in the blink of an eye, and the price was not without - the stick in his hand seemed to be useless, and Bai Lang had no idea about protection, so the stick broke. Bai Lang dismounted directly and walked into the depths of the Mongolian camp - he wanted to find Altan, and if possible, he directly took the old boy's life.

As for killing these tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry? Bai Lang did not think so. Such a thing could not be done unless he recovered his true innateness. At that time, a true energy stretched for hundreds of feet, and it was not difficult to kill all these people. But now, it is too tiring to kill so many people. Without help, the soldiers have run away. Maybe there are still several dead ghosts left behind by the Mongolians... "There is no yellow picture... I vaguely remember that someone was talking and he had to bring a word in the end." Bai Lang thought freely and thought, and he was in a happy mood.

The gods travel outside the sky does not mean that he is not sharp in his actions, but his own magical powers appear. Bai Lang's body is like a tiger, and the rhythm of time is extremely accurate when he advances and goes backwards. The fist and palm skills are now activated as he wants, and there is no strong man in front of him who can block his move. Bai Lang either kills or hurts, and his mind is lively and distracts himself, and his hands are fierce enough - he takes a knife and kills someone and abandons his sword. Every time he grabs a knife, he kills one person, and every time he kills one person, he changes one knife.

He came to his senses and laughed, "Kill one person and another knife. I remember that this problem is the same in the Power Gang. There is a sword king in the world - but he kills people and changes swords, and I am just a killer here." Bai Lang dared not stop him, but when he was out of sight, he did not hold back. It seemed that others were naturally extremely sad. No one walked in front of him. After grabbing the sword, he would be gone with one knife.

Any of the extraordinary skills and skills of the Er are just a knife in front of Bai Lang. What is Dugu Nine Swords? Bai Lang is just a knife here. "Dugu Nine Swords, my martial arts skills are called the killing knife. Simple and bright! The powerful sword is fast!" Bai Lang really wanted to create a standard long sword and call Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain overnight...

Bai Lang saw that the camp began to be in chaos. He set fire everywhere when he killed people. The Mongolian cavalry was also cruel enough. He just left the camp and ran away without hesitation. Tens of thousands of cavalry dispersed. The cavalry were originally clique soldiers, and they could gather again a hundred miles away, but Bai Lang was unable to chase after a hundred miles away in Datong.

After all, it’s a big deal that he doesn’t pass by. He’s not enough. These Mongolians also left a team of 100 people to entangle Bailang, and the rest of the people left behind only heavy objects - tents and other things to snatch and burn. The Mongolian spirit cavalry’s most lacking is this kind of felt tent and mat.

Look at most of the people and half of the dead, and the team of hundreds fled in scattered. Bai Lang curled his lips and did not chase after him - he still had to collect the horses, see what he had seized, and had to chop the heads and take them back. The two hundred soldiers didn't know how many survived, and even those who survived might not be able to come to help him chop the heads together.

So Bai Lang had to put on the carriage himself, work hard with a knife, and packed the felt tents he had chosen. He could still sell it in the prison for a few dollars. The other ones were burned and the armor on the dead ghosts were peeled off. This was a big thing. Bai Lang seized more than thirty horses, loaded the heads of two big carts, and the property of three big carts and armor. He used his light skills to connect them together, and drove the cart to prepare to return to Datong.

This raid should have greatly hit the morale of Altan's army, and also made them either enter the pass quickly to rob, or return to the grassland immediately to scatter and eat, otherwise they can collectively change to infantry if they delay for three or five days. An animal like a horse is too spoiled compared to a human. If a person doesn't eat for a few days, he can barely rush to kill people with a knife. If a horse cannot eat for a few days, he will die for you...

Altan is most likely to vent his fear and resentment in his heart now. How could there be such a general of the Ming army? He could force his entire army to abandon his baggage and run away? He has never seen such a brave general. As for whether Altan would grit his teeth and just make a move, this is not something Bai Lang can control now. When Bai Lang packed up, he found that there were really people who were not dead. Among the two hundred soldiers, there were more than 60 people gathered by him. The eyes of these people looked at Bai Lang as if they were looking at the gods, so they almost kowtowed and begged Bai Lang for blessings. Such a god general must be the Star Lord in the Heaven, and he looked even more awesome than Emperor Guan.
Chapter completed!