The tiger's claws grabbed nothing but found nothing. Bailang had already stood up and was ready with his hands. "Well, where are the others?" Bailang suddenly realized that he didn't hear the breathing of the others.
When I encountered a ghost for the first time, "I first thought it was a guy with strong martial arts skills who was causing trouble!"
Bai Lang thought this way, and he convinced himself that this was a Qing Gong expert who was causing trouble - "It's useful to deceive yourself and others, but I remember that white tigers can swallow ghosts and souls?" Bai Lang didn't care what happened to other people, and tried his best to inspire himself.
The evil aura of the white tiger. The result of killing hundreds of people, the ferocious murderous aura suddenly erupted and Bai Lang also gathered his internal energy near his eyes.
Although he couldn't see in the dark night, Bailang immediately jumped to the upward door and window panels, smashing several boards with one punch - it was good because he had a golden bell, so he wasn't very scared.
The opponent was able to break through his defense. The moonlight shone in through the smashed wooden board from the outside, and the first thing Bailang saw was that a figure seemed to be flashing past here.
The sound of smashing wooden boards was very loud at midnight, but Bailang had been standing in the moonlight projection for a while, and still no waiter appeared. "It's a bit cold..." Bailang stood in the moonlight and said,
Goosebumps appeared on the skin.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky outside through the broken wooden board. The moon was blue-white. "Strange? Why is the temperature so low?" There was white mist in his mouth and nose when he exhaled, and the weather should not be so low.
That's right. Bailang felt that staying in the room might not be a good choice, because he saw that the place where his companions used to be was now empty...
The plan was decided, Bailang smashed the door panel in front of him and jumped onto the street. There was no one in sight. "In ancient times, curfew was originally enforced... It was normal for the streets to be deserted at night. But this feeling always
I feel very bad." Bailang also felt something was wrong, "I always feel that there is no one here anymore..."
He stood on the street and waited for a while, then walked to the opposite side and smashed the door panel with a crash. The interior was originally dark and illuminated by the moonlight, but Bailang also found that there was no one there. "It was supposed to be an ordinary residence, but after entering
But there is no one." He broke into the house in the courtyard, and there was really no one inside. Although the bed was spread out, no one was sleeping.
The tiger aura brought about by the killing was supported by the internal force of Bai Lang's slowly rotating golden bell, causing Bai Lang's body to vaguely show the image of a standing tiger. At this moment, Bai Lang's eyes
When the eyes of the tiger-shaped shadow overlapped, he saw something...
It was something fluttering, like cotton wool. If you look closely, these strands seemed to form a human figure. "What is this? Ghost?" Bailang grabbed the human figure in front of him with his claws, and Heilong, blessed by his inner strength,
This claw of Tiger Fist seems to be much stronger than before.
There is an evil wind in the shot, and the force leaves the body and transforms into a huge tiger palm. "The force is condensed and can be separated from the body for about three feet, but the internal force can be restored as desired, but it can still be maintained. However, after all, compared to physical contact
It's a little inferior, but the power is not low." There is no problem with this claw smashing the human body, and its power is comparable to his previous fists and kicks.
Sure enough, with the energy added to the internal force and the strong blood energy, the kung fu was effective in dealing with these "ghosts". Bailang easily tore up a bunch of such "ghosts", but nothing happened, and what he faced
The situation didn't change at all. "Strange?" Bailang stopped and started looking around.
Bailang thought for a long time, and finally decided to leave for a while. However, when he used Qinggong, he discovered the real abnormality - no matter which direction he ran, he ended up only in the front, back, left, right, and right of the inn and in the courtyard opposite the inn.
Running back and forth in front of the door.
I have heard of this kind of situation. In the past, it was commonly known as a ghost hitting a wall. It is not dangerous for a ghost to hit a wall, but what about the ghost that caused all this? Bailang thought about it and finally decided to go into the inn. "The footsteps came from the inn."
Most of what comes out will end up in the inn!"
Bailang smashed all the door panels and window panels very simply, and then he rushed in. As expected, the first floor of the inn was empty. The waiter and the shopkeeper were resting there with bedding but no one was there, and he rushed to the second floor.
All the guest rooms downstairs were also empty.
When he exited the guest room and wanted to go down again, "Huh? Didn't I smash all those door panels? Why is it so dark down there that I can't see the moonlight?" Bai Lang was startled. He didn't go down the stairs, but from the second floor.
The corridor jumped down to the outside of the inn. From this place, the smashed doors and windows were still smashed, and the moonlight illuminated the situation on the first floor inside.
It's becoming increasingly unclear.
But what's the use of this? Apart from making Bai Lang a little confused, it doesn't do any harm at all? If you want to swallow Bai Lang's essence, do whatever you want, at least come up with something. You can hide it and play tricks.
What's the use? Bai Lang stepped onto the first floor again. This time he didn't rush to find anything. He just sat down and waited. He even closed his eyes and practiced his internal skills. No matter what the other party was playing, Bai Lang
They are all prepared to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations.
After finishing his practice, Bai Lang discovered something unusual. There was a special coldness in his meridians and body. Wherever he passed, his internal energy was slightly stagnant, and it seemed as if his vitality had been swallowed up. Those chills
In some places, the skin is a little dry, and the muscles seem to be a little atrophied...
Only a short time later, Bai Lang found that 10% of his internal energy was not working properly, and he didn't feel very good in his body. "Maybe that's it? Huh!" Bai Lang exhaled, stood up directly, and kicked the tables and chairs around him.
They all were swept away, and they started fighting in the cleared area.
His magical skill originally followed the path from the outside in. When boxing, he moved the qi and blood to turn the internal force. When he was training his muscles and bones, he also practiced the internal force. Bailang burned the qi and blood to turn the internal force, and began to fight against the things that invaded the body.
The feeling of coldness in the buttocks is opposite.
This fight is not the Black Tiger Fist, but the Thirty-two Ways of Long Fist that Bai Lang has trained himself. As his cultivation of Jin Zhongzhao becomes more and more sophisticated, the way of this long fist has also changed a lot. It is specially used for him.
Practicing the Golden Bell Boxing Technique is Bai Lang's ability - probably it's also the benefit that his Martial God Gua gave him, but Bai Lang doesn't know it.
The shadow of this golden bell gradually appeared outside Bai Lang. A lot of the chill in his body was expelled, but it was still firmly nailed to his meridians, and it was still stealing his internal energy and vitality to grow on its own. "
Bah!" Bai Lang snorted, his Golden Bell's internal energy was running at full strength, and all the meridians in his body were filled with the Golden Bell's energy, trying his best to drive away the chill.
But he still couldn't get rid of it. At this moment, Bai Lang had a sudden inspiration! He directly put his palms together and hit each other hard on the chest! "Boom..." A distant and majestic bell sounded in the night city.