Chapter 694

Bai Lang shouted his name, just like the story of Zhang Wenyuan shaking Xiaoyaojin back then. Bai Lang shouted his name, urged his horse, and danced the mace, directly killing those experts who dared to intercept him. The internal force of the *Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield* erupted, and Bai Lang, together with his horse, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible giant bell—in this world, martial arts cannot be manifested, which is also a matter of no way.

The limit of this world is very low, with innate experts as the peak, and martial arts cannot be manifested, and there are no sound and light effects. But Bai Lang's innate martial arts are still the best in the world—like such an expert, this world is probably still very rare. The big stick slashed at his head. The one in front was a Mongol expert wearing ring armor. This person was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his body shape was even bigger than Bai Lang's, and he exposed half of his shoulder and arm, which was shiny.

This is also an expert who has practiced external martial arts to the peak. He practiced wrestling. Once caught by him, even a horse would be smashed to pieces, not to mention that the skin and muscles could slide away from swords and sabers, and ordinary arrows could not pierce his flesh. It is the so-called "shaking the shoulders has the strength of three or five thousand pounds."

Bai Lang smashed down with the big stick. The Mongol expert blocked horizontally with one hand and grabbed Bai Lang with the other. Before the hand could grab, Bai Lang's wolf-tooth mace had already broken the person's arm, and with a "pop," he smashed the person's upper body into a mess. Afterward, he stabbed directly, and the one facing this strike should be a Ming Cult expert. This person's sword technique was definitely above Yue Buqun's. It's better to say that Yue Buqun's sword technique was only worthy of serving tea and pouring wine for the other party...

"It's almost reaching the realm of doing as one pleases and being free," Bai Lang said, and the big stick in his hand didn't stop at all, directly hitting the weak point—this strike was a "bell-striking hammer." No matter how many changes in his sword technique and how many illusions of sword Qi, once the stick was poked in, he had to return the sword to try to stop it. However, the result was that the sword broke and the person died, and a big hole was poked in his chest, which was transparent from front to back.

In the blink of an eye, he killed two great experts. The price was not without—the stick in his hand seemed to be useless. Bai Lang used great force and didn't consider protecting it, so the big stick cracked. Bai Lang dismounted directly and walked toward the depths of the Mongol camp—he wanted to find Altan Khan and, if possible, take the life of this old guy directly.

As for slaughtering these tens of thousands of Mongol cavalry? Bai Lang didn't think so. This kind of thing couldn't be done unless he restored the true innate state. At that time, a true Qi would stretch for a hundred zhang, and it would not be difficult to kill all these people. But now, killing so many people is too tiring, and there is no helper. The group of soldiers had already run away, and maybe they left a few dead ghosts who were slashed by the Mongols... "There is no Yellow Map... I vaguely remember that when someone was talking, they had to bring a sentence at the end." Bai Lang's mind wandered, and he was in a good mood when he was slaughtering.

Wandering outside the sky doesn't mean his shots are not sharp. On the contrary, his own supernatural powers are manifested. Bai Lang's figure is like a tiger, and the rhythm of time is very precise when he enters and retreats. His fist and palm skills are now sent as he pleases, and there is no strong person in front of him who can block his move. Bai Lang killed or injured, his own mind was lively and wandering, but his hands were fierce enough—killing or wounding, grabbing a saber to kill, abandoning the saber, every time he grabbed a saber, he killed one person, and every time he killed one person, he changed a saber.

He came back to his senses and laughed, "Killing one person and changing a saber, I remember that there is a 'Saber King' in the Power Gang who is the same—it's just that he kills people and changes sabers, all of which are famous sabers in the world, and here I am just a killing saber." No one dared to block Bai Lang. When he was distracted, he didn't hold back. To others, it was naturally extremely miserable. No one walked a move in front of him. After grabbing the saber, it was just one saber, and the person was gone.

No matter what kind of strange skills and arts you have, in front of Bai Lang, it is just one saber. What *Dugu Nine Swords*, here in Bai Lang, it is just one saber. "*Dugu Nine Swords*, my martial arts here will be called 'Killing Saber'. Simple and fast! Great strength and fast saber!" Bai Lang really wanted to forge a standard long saber called "Small Building Listening to Spring Rain Overnight"...

Bai Lang saw that this camp began to be chaotic. When he killed people, he also set fire everywhere. The Mongol cavalry was also ruthless. At the moment, they didn't care and abandoned the camp and ran away. Tens of thousands of cavalry scattered—cavalry is originally a force of separation and combination. They can gather again a hundred li away, and Bai Lang can't chase a hundred li away in Datong.

After all, the horses are not good and the people are not enough. It's not enough to have one "cow person" like him. The group of Mongols also left a hundred-man team to entangle Bai Lang, and the rest abandoned were just heavy and miscellaneous things—tents and the like, let Bai Lang rob and burn them. What the Mongol elite cavalry lacks the least is this kind of felt tent and mat.

Seeing that most of the people and horses ran away, the hundred-man team that had died half also fled in all directions. Bai Lang curled his lips and didn't chase—he still had to collect horses, see what he had captured, and cut off heads to take back. I don't know how many of the two hundred soldiers survived. Even if they survived, they might not be able to come and help him cut off heads together.

So Bai Lang had to set up the horse cart himself, took a knife and worked hard, selected good felt tents and packed them—they could still sell for some money when entering the pass. He burned the others, stripped the armor off the dead ghosts, which was valuable stuff. Bai Lang captured more than thirty horses, loaded two carts of heads, and three carts of property and armor. He exerted his lightness skill to connect front and back, drove the horse cart, and prepared to return to Datong.

This surprise attack should have greatly hit the morale of Altan Khan's army, and also made them either quickly enter the pass to plunder, or immediately return to the grassland to disperse and eat. If they delayed for three or five days, they could collectively transfer to infantry. Horses are too delicate compared to people. People can barely march and kill people with knives if they don't eat for a few days, but horses will die for you if they don't eat for a few days and march...

Altan Khan is now mostly slashing and cutting to vent the fear and resentment in his heart. How could there be such a Ming general? One person charging the formation could force his entire army to abandon the baggage and run away. Such a brave general has never been seen before. As for whether Altan Khan will grit his teeth and gamble, this is not something Bai Lang can control now. When Bai Lang packed up and went back, he found that there were really people who didn't die. Among the two hundred soldiers, there were more than sixty who were collected by him—these people looked at Bai Lang as if they were looking at gods, and they almost didn't kowtow and beg Bai Lang for protection. Such a divine general must be a star king from heaven, looking even more awesome than Guan Gong.

One person attacking and cutting off more than three hundred Mongol cavalry heads is called a peerless fierce person, not to mention that they are all armored elite cavalry, and there is at least one thousand-man commander's head. If it were an ordinary "sitting camp" commander, it would be enough to promote himself to a guerrilla, and there would be no problem for a guerrilla to be promoted to an assistant general. However, this is a scholar, and cutting heads to upgrade doesn't go through the military...

---Author's Note---

How to reward this guy is a problem...