This was when Gao Shun's skill reached its peak, and he suddenly attacked and killed more than one of his masters. What Bailang saw were four people falling from the sky, four people dressed in strange clothes and wearing masks.
There were men and women, and the masks were old and young. "I can't recognize any of them. You know who they are." Bai Lang muttered. He looked at the four people and said loudly, "You are all? Who are you?"
These four people fell on the ground, no, they fell on the river, just as if they were standing on the ground. The four innate masters gave Bailang a very strong oppression. These four bastards didn't say a word, and the people behind the masks
His eyes were fixed on Bai Lang. "The atmosphere is getting more and more tense. It seems that you are going to kill me to pieces." Bai Lang curled his lips and said the words of a strong man unconsciously -
-To be honest, he was a little nervous.
There was no time to be nervous when facing the big boss, and only the four masters of the same level in front of him who looked like they were going to kill him would put Bailang into a tense situation. It seemed that a fight was about to begin, so there was no need to ask for a reason - just ask and the fight would begin.
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As soon as the four people moved, Bailanghu roared, and violent wind blades erupted around the body. Bailang roared to the sky, and the Golden Bell Magic Power was operating at full strength. Bailang's whole body simply turned into a crouching tiger, with his inner strength deeply restrained and preparing for a counterattack.
.It won't work if you don't do it this way. If you don't attack directly, you might get blown up. It's better to just stay calm and defend and counterattack.
Sure enough, there were petals, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and there was even a mysterious and unknown palace that directly accepted Bailang. However, the palace was shattered by the shock of Bailang's golden bell, the sword light collapsed and the petals were shattered.
Bai Lang's white tiger body cracked directly, and at the same time he spat out a mouthful of blood. "That's the only thing that's not good about practicing this skill. You have to take the most severe beatings." Bai Lang's white tiger armor was so cracked that it looked unsightly.
, it may seem impossible to recover for a while.
Bailang's counterattack only shattered the aftermath of these people's attacks. It was only with the protective Gang Qi and strong body that Bailang withstood the combined blows of these four people. "Such an external skill level can be called a
Absolutely." Among the four, the man wearing a youth mask and an armored military general said. "No wonder..." The woman wearing a beauty mask and long sleeves dressed as a goddess only said this.
Two words.
Bai Lang took a long breath, and the joints all over his body crackled. He returned the breath and pushed the Nandou White Tiger Fist to the highest level - four against one, he had no chance of winning, so he could only fight first. If he turned around and ran away, he would probably be beaten very hard.
He was cowardly chasing him to death. In this situation, he, Bailang, must have fought to the death. Maybe there was a way to escape - for example, Yuyu suddenly pulled him. The four people came up to besiege him, and they didn't have the style of an innate master at all.
Bai Lang gathered his energy and relied on his magical skill to block the opponent's swords and weapons with his fists, legs, and feet. There was a sound of gold and iron when he blocked it. The light and shadow of the sword and the explosive force of the white tiger's roar were not only the force under his feet.
The sandbank was destroyed, and the entire river surface with a radius of dozens of miles was completely involved in the wind blade, sword light, sword energy, petals and air waves all over the sky. There was also a heavy palace in the sky that directly suppressed the entire river.
The seventy-two islands of the heart also began to fall apart.
The people above were crying and unable to cry - because when the phantom of the palace fell in the sky, they had already turned into the servants or maids cleaning the palace - the vitality was gone at that moment
Absolutely. This magical power also suppressed Bai Lang, as if a huge weight was pressing on Bai Lang, and at the same time, it kept tearing his soul to make him the master of a palace somewhere. Even the phantom of the white tiger was captured by the people who flew out of the palace.
God will attack.
As for the sword's light and sword's intention, this is not worthy of mention - not only the body but also the soul was cut off. The petals were so poisonous that the white tiger almost turned into a black tiger.
At this moment, Bai Lang's whole body was stained red with blood. Even the strong energy of his skin and flesh, which was made of steel, was broken by his opponent, who was also an innate master. The sword had left many wounds on his body, especially where the sword had struck some places.
You can basically see the bones. "The energy is not lost! I can still fight!" Bai Lang thought through gritted teeth. The four people fighting him did not get any benefits. The Nandou White Tiger Fist was fierce and fierce, and the energy turned into wind blades and enveloped the four directions.
The fists and feet are like spears, halberds, giant axes, and long knives. Their unparalleled power is indeed the pinnacle of outer martial arts. The young "warrior" who uses the sword, his sword is already a bit curved, and the blade is even more like
Like saw teeth, Bailang's skin and fists made many cracks. He himself was also injured, and Bailang tore the armor on his body to pieces - the armor that could protect him from the divine sword was in pieces.
There were several places on his body that looked like bones were broken - blood was oozing from under the man's mask.
The old man in the mask was dressed as a civil servant with a sword. The sword was bald, the tip of the sword was broken, and one arm was hanging down or broken. The woman was flying all over the sky, hiding behind her body with several wounds cut by the wind blade.
They were all flesh injuries, and he was the least injured. As for the man whose palms were like the heavens tilting, and whose spiritual thoughts turned into the mask of a middle-aged man in Jiutian Palace, the robe on his body had also been torn, and there was a deep wound on his shoulder.
The claw marks of bones are visible - but this man is full of true energy and is actually the strongest among Bailang's enemies.
Since Bai Lang is practicing the Nan Dou White Tiger Fist, he is really like a tiger. The more seriously he is injured, the more fierce his fighting spirit will be, and the stronger his fighting power will be - not to mention the newly obtained "Kame Senryu Saiyan Killing Technique".
This is also a thing. The more injured you are, the stronger your fighting power will be. There is a name for this martial arts, and that is the skill of killing the wolf - the first-class and most dangerous magical skill of fighting is like this, and the record of defeating the strong with the weak is also based on this.
Martial arts brings out the most success.
However, firstly, there are few suitable life-threatening men to practice this martial arts, secondly, it is difficult to practice, and thirdly, most of the people who practice this martial arts are short-lived - so there are not many people in the world who can really practice this kind of magic to the ultimate level. Now Bailang
Is a.
"Good work. If you don't die, I'm afraid you will be the one to be killed." The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to the injuries on his body at all. He just kept making handprints with his palms, making the nine-layered palace become clearer and brighter.
At this moment, Bai Lang thought of the other three innate masters among the water thieves. The fact that they didn't show up at this moment was probably due to collusion with the four in front of him. The offensive came to an end for the time being, and Bai Lang stood in front of the four of them - these four did not dare to take their own positions.
One party surrounded Bailang, because it was entirely possible for the white tiger to break through the siege at all costs.
They don't want to die.
Bailang's blood dripped onto the ground, and every drop of blood stirred up a small whirlwind, causing a whirlpool to form on the river. Yes, the sandbank had sunk. Bailang was also using Qinggong's internal strength to stand on the river, but he was forced to stand on the river.
It was flooded up to his knees, and only the swordsman was worse than him - that guy was flooded up to his buttocks...