"Since you want to die, then let me help you." Bai Lang whispered. At this time, the inner strength of the six assassins was stirred up, and the four walls and roof of the carriage were blown away, revealing Bai Lang sitting upright and putting down his wine glass.
In the eyes of everyone, this Bailang is dressed in a red official robe. The golden tiger patch on the chest indicates that he is a third-grade military attache. He wears a black gauze hat on his head. The black beard on his face is exploding, and his tiger eyes are full of power.
Look at the assassin rushing in.
It was really a tiger sitting in it. In a daze, the assassins all stopped in their movements. Bailang roared at this time, slapped the armrest of the soft couch with his palm, and took advantage of the momentum to rise into the sky. At this moment, he, the Thirteen Taibao, practiced the golden bell
He activated his inner strength with all his strength and faced the assassin who was thrusting at him with a sword while his face was covered. "You traitor!" Bai Lang roared angrily, causing the opponent's sword movement to tremble. The sword was originally very powerful.
Three or four points were lost. Bailang also tried to use his body to catch the sword - as expected, the opponent's sword pierced his body, but it was unable to penetrate. Instead, the force bent the sword.
Got up.
Bailang suddenly became energetic, "Okay! You have really tested the level of my ability! What's so scary now!" Now that the barrier in his heart was gone, the inner power of the golden bell became more and more wild and domineering. I saw him
The official robe on his body also swelled by three points under the infusion of internal energy. Then the slashing knife, the Emei thorn, the other sword and the power of the fist hit the bulging official robe on his body.
They were first deflected by three points, and the remaining force was like hitting an iron plate. There was also a bit of counter-shock force that shook their internal strength.
"What a powerful Kung Fu practitioner!" one of them shouted out loud. Bailang turned around and said, "Such a strange tone, are you a eunuch? Hahahahaha!" Bailang stretched out his hand and held all the swords and weapons in his hands.
When the backhand was twisted, the assassins used their internal strength to withdraw their weapons. It was really like pig iron. Bailang's strength combined with the strength of those people, and they directly bent the swords.
There is no injury on his hand. This is the result of the Thirteen Taibao's horizontal practice of Golden Bell Shield at this time. Although the fourth level has not been broken yet, the third level Bailang can be said to be a further step forward. This uncontrollable cry
The eunuch who made the sound realized that after Bai Lang said something, he directly grabbed his face with a claw, and a fishy wind arrived first. Bai Lang didn't eat fish, and there was no fishy smell on his hands. That was brought by his tiger-shaped true intention.
The aura of the eunuch. This eunuch directly made an iron bridge in the air, which fully demonstrated his kung fu flexibility and reaction speed.
However, it still failed to block the momentum of this claw. The mask was scratched to pieces, and even three blood marks were left on his face - just a short distance from opening the head. "It is indeed a father-in-law!" Bai Lang laughed and replied directly.
He punched the palm of the assassin who was using his fist. The force of this punch directly made the bones of that man's palm break, and the force was not exhausted. The metacarpal bone hit the wrist bone and arm bone, and the bones here were broken.
The bones were shattered by the impact, and the forearm bone hit the upper arm bone again, and even the upper arm bone was broken into several pieces.
The cracks in the bones pierced the flesh, and the hand was completely disabled. Bailang completely ignored the weapons that were stabbing and slashing at him, and directly swung his hips and twisted around, and with a roundhouse kick, the assassin with a disabled hand was trapped in it.
By the way, he kicked this man into a folding ruler. Among the assassins present, this man is probably the one who poses the greatest threat to Bai Lang - his fist skills can penetrate into the body through the golden bell, but he has not been able to develop the internal force to counteract the shock.
The "natural enemy" of the golden bell.
Bailang's kick directly shattered the assassin's spine and half of his ribs. Of course, the internal organs inside were also in a mess. Now it was just a few breaths at the end. "Mr. Zhang!" The rest of the people cried out sadly.
, "What are you shouting? The road to hell is short, you have to go and accompany him soon." Bai Lang said with a ferocious smile, and when he moved his body like a tiger, he pounced directly on the two men wielding swords.
The two of them were together, the one holding the sword was a woman and the one holding the knife was a man, and the sword skills seemed to be the result of combined attacks. But Bai Lang didn't care how they combined attacks, his hands were like swords.
, he just swung away the pair of weapons in a few breaths, and at the same time blocked the Emei Thorn and another sword, and forced his way into the middle palace of the man and woman. "Brothers and sisters? We share the same fate.
Let's go, mandarin ducks!" Bailang slapped his tiger claws, swinging the long knife away with the first move, and already caught the man's Tianling Gai with the second move.
With a twist of four fingers, the man spun around involuntarily, but the tiger-shaped force on Bai Lang's thumb pierced his skull, and opened his skull in one circle... Bai Lang laughed loudly, and
The skull in his hand was crushed directly into powder, and Bai Shaobao's majestic and evil aura was undoubtedly revealed - although Bai Lang was not the Crown Prince Shaobao yet, he should be able to get it soon if he continued to cut it.
The woman screamed, and she stabbed her with a sword as if she was going to die. She was ready to let Bailang kill her, but she also wanted to stab Bailang to death - because of the extreme grief and anger in this stabbing, she was so full of energy that she concentrated all her strength.
At one point, Bai Lang slapped his palm with one hand, like a tiger playing, and the sword was deflected with great force. However, the sword was so swift and fierce that it could not be swung away, and it still stabbed Bai Lang on the shoulder.
There was a sound like cracking silk, and the sword pierced into Bai Lang's flesh. "Huh! Ha!" Bai Lang shrank slightly and then collapsed forward. After exhaling and making a sound, the sword broke into several pieces. This sword
It just penetrated Bai Lang's shoulder by more than an inch, and that's all the sword that gathered all the energy of the woman. "Sure enough, that claw was good, otherwise you would really suffer. It's not as simple as piercing an inch."
." Bailang kicked the woman away and saw that she fell to the ground unable to get up.
And right behind him, the assassin using Emei Thorn stabbed Bailang randomly with quick movements, trying to find where his cover was. But he couldn't find it. Bailang was able to deal with him before he found it. The tiger's claws split the muscles and bones.
Sweeping and slashing, the evil wind caused by the Fenshui Emei Stab prevented the assassin from getting close at all, but Bailang saw the man's movements and pounced directly - the tiger pounce is a unique move, this speed
The force and momentum were extremely ferocious. So not surprisingly, the man's hands were restrained and then his flesh and blood were bruised and he was scratched to pieces.
"Open!" Bailanghu roared, exerting force with both arms, and the assassin in front of him was torn apart - it was just two arms. If he wanted to tear the person in half, Bailang's grip was in the wrong position. But it doesn't matter, just make up for it.
He slapped his head into the chest with one palm and finished. The last one was the eunuch. At this time, he could hardly hold the sword in his hand. His courage continued to drain with the death of his companions. Until now...
The assassin screamed, dropped his sword and ran away.
Just when his ankle was tight, he saw a hand clasping his ankle...