"What the hell! Stop your mother!" Bailang directly answered the Happy King's suggestion with a curse he learned from somewhere. Moreover, his momentum became even stronger, his offensive became even more fierce, and his defense simply got out of here.
There he went. Bailang was as powerful as a mad tiger. He completely ignored the injuries on his body and exploded again after being eroded by Happy King's true energy. He just tried his best to increase the intensity and frequency of his attacks.
"Let him change his martial arts skills in all kinds of ways. Master, I just went all the way to tear him apart and beat him. My fighting skills are unparalleled in the world!" This thought only flashed in Bai Lang's mind, and then he was immediately thrown out of the sky. He was now fully devoted to the battle.
Anyway, either he or the Happy King will die today, one of them will die. The Happy King's words can't sway Bailang, so he can only fight to the death.
Since this person can become the master of an oasis in the desert, he must be the best choice for his character and determination. If he is ruthless, he will be a wolf killer. Seeing that Bai Lang has gone crazy and attacks desperately, he also knows that he cannot retreat.
You can't take a step back. Even if you can use moves and martial arts to include defensive counterattacks, you must not retreat even a little bit in terms of momentum, and you still need to fight with some blood.
The earth was shaking, and the surroundings were shrouded in strong winds and scorching sun. Anyone who dared to step within a radius of dozens of miles either turned into fly ash or melted into coke. Bailang's claws, palms, and kicks almost every blow were struck by the Happy King.
He used various techniques to intercept, even if it was difficult to intercept, he would use Gang Qi and body skills to let the less important parts of his body receive the blow. At the same time, he also tried his best to hit Bailang with his moves.
The physical body Bailang definitely has the advantage. The real power of the Golden Bell Magic Art is to strengthen the physical body. Bailang's physical body is like copper poured into iron. Even if he is injured, it is still a broken golden bell, but the material has not changed at all. Even if Happy King eats
After taking the elixir, his physical strength was still not as strong as Bailang's, and there were several wounds on his body bleeding, but his bearing was still ancient. Bailang looked a little miserable.
There are blood stains everywhere on Bai Lang's body, and his hair and beard are even more messy, but Lin Shen naturally possesses a fierce power. Until now, the two sides are still evenly matched, and no one can gain the upper hand, but Bai Lang knows that his physical advantage is gaining ground bit by bit.
"It seems that after the Happy King so-called repaired his 'foundation', although his true energy has improved to a higher level, his physical body is still not that strong - not as strong as mine!"
In terms of Qi, Happy King is all-pervasive and endless, but Bailang is no worse than the raging waves of a hurricane, and his physical body is strong and rigid. When he attacks fiercely, Happy King will have to constantly confront him head-on. If there is a head-on confrontation,
, Bailang can gain the upper hand bit by bit - the shock will make the opponent's muscles sore, and the opponent's hands and feet, which are like weapons, must be very careful. If Bailang really hits it, it will still be a hole or simply torn open.
So far, all the minor injuries the Happy King has suffered are just the wounds caused by Bai Lang's claws or fingers. He has tried his best to block the really fatal attacks - hiding is impossible and not worth it. For this reason,
His hands, which were now as gentle as a woman's, felt a slight lack of blood, and the ring on his finger had broken gems and twisted the body. The Happy King simply shook his energy and knocked the broken ring away.
There is not even a single flaw in the white jade-like palm, and Bai Lang also has to praise, "Sure enough, I have mastered the palm technique well!" After practicing this palm technique, the palm is as warm as jade, and of course it is as hard as jade, but it is a pity that it is only the palm and not the whole hand.
Body. Bailang has a strong force and sharp claws. He pinches Happy King's palm and then squeezes all the way up. Anyone who is pinched by him will definitely have his bones shattered inch by inch.
Happy King also clasped his palms together, bursting out boundless true energy light. What he wanted was to shake Bailang's claws away. However, Bailang braved the pain all over his body, especially the smoke in his hands, and burst out a strange power to blow Happy King away.
Wang pulled and swung, "Candifeng!" After Bailang's swipe, Happy King was breathless and paused for a moment. And Bailang finally fought hard to get injured in exchange for this opportunity - in order to break out Cranwind, he didn't even
After blocking the King of Happy's shock, his whole body felt like it was being burned by flames, and the alien energy in his body was still running rampant.
The skin on Bailang's body was cracked one after another, and light radiated from under the cracked skin. The broken skin and muscles fell from the bones, and turned into ashes before they hit the ground. But Bailang held back, and his claws issued a
The sound of the tiger's roar cut into the middle palace like lightning, and the claws began to attack like lightning, and continued to advance while attacking. Fists, claws, feet, and knees took turns to play, and the fight was as smooth as clouds and flowing water.
Since the Happy King didn't have time to block his first blow - Bailang only needed this chance to hit him. After this blow, the Happy King couldn't stop his next series of critical strikes. Maybe he could block a few more.
, but most of them should be unstoppable. Each of these strikes is a preparation for the next strike, and each strike has different changes. This is Bailang's Nandou White Tiger Fist forbidden move, "Forbidden. Eight Young Girls"
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Since you can't stop it, just fight back with all your strength to see who lives longer and is more lucky! Breaking bones, tearing off flesh, and pulling out internal organs, Bailang and Happy King are doing the same thing. However, in this technology of disassembling the human body, they still have
Bai Lang, who was like a crazy tiger, was superior. The two of them clung to each other, twisting their hands together and inserting themselves into each other's chest and abdomen. One of Bai Lang's arms was broken, and it was only the internal force of the golden bell that held it in place.
Falling, so angry that the torn flesh and broken bones were attached to each other.
One of Bailang's legs was also torn open, and there was a long scar from the thigh to the calf, and the flesh was rolled up to expose the bones underneath. As for the chest and abdomen, the stomach must have been opened, and the intestines could have leaked out. The ribs
At least six of them were broken, but it seems that the lungs and heart inside are still usable.
The Happy King opposite looked as miserable as Bai Lang. Like Bai Lang, his mouth was spitting out blood bubbles, but there were still fragments in his blood bubbles - yes, when his stomach was opened, Bai Lang had already torn it apart first.
His liver was broken, his lungs were smashed, and his heart had fallen into the palm of Bailang's hand that had passed through his body. Only one blood vessel was still connected, and the other broken blood vessels were spurting blood, carrying
Golden blood.
As for his hands and feet? Ah, since Bai Lang and other strong men who cultivate the physical body have broken off their hands and torn off their feet, how will he be better? Naturally, both arms are severed and inserted between Bai Lang's chest and abdomen, and his legs
It was also broken inch by inch and could only barely support his body. A crazy look flashed across the eyes of the Happy King, and the radiance of true energy in the sky suddenly flowed back, trying to gather it into his body...