Chapter 840

There were no windows in this place, and he didn't know if it was a house on the ground or an underground palace. Judging from the stone-built ceiling and walls, Bai Lang tended to think it was an underground palace—nothing else, the customs of this world were the same as in ancient China. Houses where people lived on the ground were usually built of wood, bricks, and tiles, and those built entirely of stone were yin houses. Underground palaces were just like this. The Chinese people were afraid that they didn't have the hobby of building mazes underground...

Everyone scattered in this atrium to find a way out. There were only twelve hours in total, and they couldn't afford to waste it—no one wanted to bet whether that mysterious voice could "erase" them. Bai Lang touched the wall, and after a thought, he touched his double iron maces, swung them round, and smashed them against the wall. Among the people present, no one's weapon was heavier than his—to be honest, the little monk Ci'en seemed to have no weapons, while the swords in the hands of Ma Long and Mu Ronghua were those thin and long scholarly swords, and the short sword in the hand of the girl Murong Jiuxiu was also a short sword, as for Qin Lian'er of the Medicine Valley, she also had no weapons.

Bai Lang was the special one... The iron mace as thick as a wrist, the diameter was probably not ten centimeters, and the length was 1.2 meters. This kind of clumsy weapon in the hands of the handsome Bai Lang... Everyone felt that he should also wear bright silver light armor, wear a phoenix-winged helmet on his head, and ride a Wuzhui horse under his crotch, which would be worthy of a complete painting style. If Bai Lang himself said, "Mountain pattern armor is also fine."

The double iron maces smashed and stabbed, and soon broke the stones on the wall—that's right, there was space behind the wall. Bai Lang just wanted to laugh three times, "I have broken the formation!" However, a big hole suddenly appeared under his feet. Bai Lang shouted "ah" and disappeared... Everyone looked at each other.

Bai Lang was still complacent the last moment, and fell down the next second. It wasn't straight down, but a curved slide. He slid along the slide like this, turning around and feeling a bit dizzy. Naturally, the iron maces in his hands flew away, and the short sword at his waist made him roll a few times. If it weren't for the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield, he would have been bruised and swollen, with broken tendons and broken bones on the walls and slides. "Fortunately, the iron mace was not tied to the wrist with a leather belt, otherwise, with this kind of separation, I might have fallen even worse."

I don't know how long he slid, Bai Lang, with disheveled hair, shouted "ah ya" and rolled out of a hole, fell down ten meters, and smashed into the water. "Grass!" Bai Lang climbed out of the water, wiped the water on his face, and looked up, but it was a sinkhole. It turned out that this was a pool at the bottom of the sinkhole. The depth, well, Bai Lang had just measured it with his own body, probably about five or six meters deep. However, this sinkhole was probably thirty meters deep, it should be said to be a hundred feet deep. The mouth was small and the bottom was large, just like a pot. There were vines everywhere at the sinkhole mouth, but the sunlight could still be projected down, so it was not dark at all below.

"Climb out along this, damn it, there are only twelve hours, and I have to kill that person, and if I don't finish the mission, I will be erased..." While muttering, Bai Lang began to climb, but after three sticks of incense, with the strength and reaction speed brought by the Golden Bell Shield and the Thirty-Two Route Long Fist Tiger Form True Meaning, he had already climbed out of the sinkhole. Standing on the edge of the sinkhole, looking out, the mountains were continuous, and no one knew which direction the Shaolin Temple was in, and which direction the Sutra Pavilion was in.

The double iron maces were gone, and he didn't know which turn of the slide they were stuck in. "Damn it, I haven't even warmed them up and I lost them!" Bai Lang cursed again. He didn't know the direction, so he simply chose a direction that looked easy to walk and strode forward. "I can only hope that those few people are capable." Actually, until now, Bai Lang didn't understand why this place treated him like this. Could it be that smashing the wall would trigger the mechanism? And this mechanism happened to be under his feet?

Can't think, thinking too much hurts the spirit. Now what needs to be considered is how to rush to the target. First of all, he has to ask for directions.

Just when Bai Lang rushed through the vines and shrubs in the forest like splitting waves and came to the main road, he bumped into a group of guys holding knives and swords, with sneaky eyes, who didn't look like good people. Bai Lang had a dignified appearance, handsome and handsome, although his clothes were a bit broken by those shrubs, and his hair was messy because of the rolling and turning all the way, but he looked like a gentleman at first glance. So when those people saw him, they shouted immediately, "There is a spy! He must be trying to harm the hall master!"

Before Bai Lang understood, these people had already waved their weapons and rushed up together. "Hey! What about the martial arts morality? Isn't it said that it should be a single fight?" Bai Lang felt that the martial arts morality of these people was really poor, just as poor as the tooth firm thugs under his leadership. They would rather fight in groups than fight alone. When they met a tough guy—of course, they hadn't met one yet, but once they met, they would definitely drop the leader and run away without hesitation, and even kneel down and call grandpa and grandma.

The craftsmanship of this bunch before him was likely much better than the thugs he had brought along, but Bai Lang didn't feel afraid—it was too late for fear anyway, and instead, he felt quite hot-blooded and excited. Having cultivated the Golden Bell Shield, he had never truly fought in a situation like this—attacking those soldiers counted as a sure-kill sneak attack and didn't count. "This counts as a real martial arts brawl, right? Wa-ya-ya-ya, here I come!" Bai Lang let out a tiger-like roar to build up his momentum first, then drew his arm-and-a-half-long broad short sword and charged over.

This sword is best paired with a shield, but it doesn't matter. This thing is quite thick, polished and edged on six sides, and the weight is heavy enough—originally it was unnecessary, it was Bai Lang who specifically asked the blacksmith to make it so, otherwise where would the blacksmith make a sword body as thick as several centimeters? This thing is not so much a sword as a sword-shaped axe... Anyway, it is mainly for stabbing, and if it is for chopping, because of the angle of the sword edge, it is better for chopping trees, but smashing it is enough to smash people to death.

The seven or eight people rushing toward him, the weapons in their hands were indeed long swords and single knives suitable for martial arts fighting, and some used soft whips. Bai Lang held the sword in his right hand and the tiger claw in his left, and rushed in with a roar. He didn't ask why the other party came to chop him, anyway, just fight. The other party all had internal force, and the internal force on the knives and swords was hot and cold, and some were even poisonous—Bai Lang smelled a fishy smell, sweet and greasy. "Good man! Actually poisoned the weapon!"

Bai Lang was like a fierce tiger, and the short sword was his tooth. The internal force of the Golden Bell Shield arrived and he stabbed directly—his current Golden Bell Shield kung fu was afraid that he couldn't block the other party's knives and swords, so he had to use it for attack. The short sword was like a meteor, stabbing through the guy who was blocking with a horizontal knife. The knife was stabbed and broken, and the sword tip protruded directly from behind this person. This blacksmith was also considered to have used folding forging to make a short sword. Although it only used ordinary iron materials, this thickness already made it very durable. ===== CHAPTER 841 =====