Counterattack is not easy. The distance between the two swordsmen is maintained very well. It is not like they rush in and give Bailang a chance to defeat them one by one. So what else can you do? Run first. I hope to lead you far.
At one point, these two people had to return to the small pavilion to guard the road due to their responsibilities. "But it seems that these two people are determined to kill me." Bai Lang thought as he activated the flying light skill on the grass.
Now I should feel that the internal strength of the golden bell is indeed very good. The internal strength is more vigorous. Although it cannot be used to speed up the speed of Qinggong, it can achieve a long character. However, now Bai Lang feels that if he has that kind of continuous, dense and uninterrupted thread,
, and then the Zixia Magic Technique was like overwhelming purple clouds. This must have a miraculous effect on the self-generation of internal energy. Now he already feels that the internal energy of the Golden Bell is gradually becoming a little unsustainable.
The internal strength is still strong, but the foundation gradually begins to be depleted, and the new life cannot make up for the consumption bit by bit. "I can only grit my teeth and persevere. If it is a counterattack... I will definitely not be able to escape if it fails, so still
You ran well." Bailang also has a clear mind and knows that the best choice at the moment is to escape. As for completing the task, that's not to mention, not to mention that he is not the only one to work hard, right?
And this man also had a sense of luck. He always felt that this did not seem to be the style of Yuyu, and there might be other ways. There was a cliff in front of him, and Bailang felt that his opportunity had come. Behind him
The two swordsmen seemed to be practicing the kind of rapid burst of internal force martial arts. The current situation seemed to be worse than him, at least in terms of the long-lasting light skills. However, the two still maintained a distance, and Bai Lang did not dare to
Counterattack.
"The law of immortality when you jump off a cliff!" Bailang shouted and jumped down without stopping. The swordsman behind him stopped...
"They didn't come down! Okay! It's time for me to save myself!" Bailang also mobilized all the internal power of the Golden Bell and poured it into his hands. He completely ignored the injury on his left shoulder and just punched the cliff one after another.
, dug holes into the cliff one by one, successfully reducing the speed of his fall. And the most fortunate thing was that he found a platform halfway through, and there was a semi-deep cave in the concave part of the platform.
Bailang fell heavily on the platform and rolled into the cave inside. He also made a muffled sound. If the golden bell had not broken the first level with this fall, more than ten bones in his body would have been broken. However,
At the moment, it's just a little bruised. With this impact, the originally wrapped wound on Bailang's body also burst, and blood flowed out again. The injury on his shoulder was also uncontrollable, and blood flowed down his body and arms.
Bailang touched the injury on his left shoulder with his right hand, gritted his teeth and straightened the bone, and then fixed it with cloth strips while sweating coldly - the clothes on his body were torn a lot again. This guy fell down this time, and finally used his true energy to fix it.
Protecting himself almost exhausted the inner strength of the golden bell. After a little treatment on his body, Bailang could no longer hold back and passed out.
When he woke up, it was already dark, and the injuries on his body had not improved. Some of the wounds even felt hot and numb. "Humph, this is troublesome. The wound condition is not good." Bai Lang tried.
Gathering internal energy, he found that the true energy in his Dantian was scattered and could not be gathered together at all. Bai Lang took a long breath, calmed down and slowly guided the movement of the true energy. The first step was to walk around the small sky, bit by bit to disperse the scattered energy.
The true energy in Ren Vessel gathers and returns to Dantian for export.
Just like this, he slowly gathered his true energy. When he finally gathered all the true energy in his body's meridians, the night was already very dark. Naturally, his condition was not very good either. He started to have a fever. He also hadn't eaten anything all day and night.
I fought a few battles and lost a lot of blood. Now my mouth is completely dry. Fortunately, there are traces of water vapor condensing into water droplets in the shade on the cave wall, and the small water flow formed by Bailang licking the water droplets is finally relieved.
I feel thirsty, but there is nothing I can do about hunger.
After gathering his true energy, his spirit was also lifted, and the internal power of the golden bell was working, and the wounds were tightened to stop the slowly seeping blood. "It's definitely too late..." Bai Lang
There was no feeling of sadness and anger, but instead there was an unreal feeling. He touched the jade fish and said, "You gave me such a blow for the second time?" Just when he thought of this, a voice came, "Kill Cao Yuqing.
The mission is over and the return begins."
Bailang's eyes flashed, and he fainted again.
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a palace - outside the palace was a vast mist, and he couldn't see anything. The few people who had been separated from him before had also gotten up from the palace ground, and they also saw Bailang.
He showed a smile of surviving the disaster - the conditions of these people are not very good, that Mu Ronghua has a broken arm, Ma Rulong is covered in blood, half of Murong Jiuxiu's body seems to have been burned by fire, and Qin Lian'er looks the most okay
Except for being pale.
"Where's the little monk?" Bai Lang looked like he was covered in cloth strips, and blood was seeping out from the cloth strips everywhere. The situation was not good. "Dead." Ma Rulong said a little dejectedly. Bai Lang was about to speak just now,
But he heard the voice ringing from the palace again, "Return successfully, start medical treatment." And a number "one thousand" suddenly appeared in front of Bailang's eyes. But he couldn't see other people's eyes. He just looked at other people's sights, and he should also see them.
They looked in front of each other and said, "Yes, this kind of number may be some kind of score to pass the level, which is available in Infinite Streaming. Of course it belongs to personal privacy."
Next, a beam of light enveloped him, and then he watched the number one thousand begin to roll over. "It's pretty fast!" Bai Lang muttered. But after looking at the number carefully, there was a voice in his ear.
While echoing, "The basic reward for the trial is one thousand." Bai Lang said "uh", but it's not easy to shout, why don't the people I killed not count? The wound felt like being wrapped in warm water, and the pain disappeared. When
When the score reached 800, the light pillar disappeared and Bailang could move freely.
The others were also cured. Murong Jiuxiu quickly took out a mirror and looked at himself left and right, while Mu Ronghua also touched his arm, excited. Now that they had been cured, the voice came again.
rang. "The next mission time is to be determined, and transactions can be carried out now." Then a piece of jade in the palace lit up, and many writings were projected in the air. Bailang took a casual look and knew that he might not be able to afford any of them, because of the numbers behind it.
At least it's four digits - Arabic numerals are also commonly used here.
You don’t need to think about martial arts secrets, the lowest ones are four digits, and then look at the magic elixir, “Hahaha,” Bai Lang laughed, “I can’t afford it!” It also starts with four digits, “Okay, let’s look at the weapons.
..... Oh, there are things I can afford!" It's faster to read this kind of list from the back to the front, so Bailang quickly found the suitable weapon, "Water-milled purple gold mace, three feet six inches long, heavy
Eight hundred and sixty-four kilograms. It’s a four-edged mace with an armor-piercing awl at the head. Not bad, not bad. This pair of maces only costs 800…forget it, the wind blows away the eggshells and the wealth is gone!”
Without thinking, he directly bought the pair of purple gold maces. A flash of light flashed, and there was an antler rack on the ground. On the shelf were these two maces. Bailang lifted them up one by one. He was quite satisfied with the weight and the color of the purple gold maces.
It blooms slightly with a dark golden light under the light, and it looks very good.