Chapter 842

The Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield kung fu has a miraculous effect when used to resist hits, but when used to heal wounds, it is definitely not as good as kung fu such as the Everlasting Spring Kung Fu—if it were that kind of martial arts, the shallower wounds on Bai Lang's body at this time should have already scabbed. Bai Lang had been walking on the road for half an hour—those few guys originally occupied a pavilion, but Bai Lang's reasoning failed, and he didn't know which direction to go at all. Finally, he chose a direction to walk out of the mountains—at least it was easier to walk.

At this moment, there was no one on the road, and Bai Lang felt more and more unsure, "I don't know how those few brothers are..." Thinking of this, his ears moved slightly, and he slowed down his pace, using his lightness skill to slide to the side. After hiding his figure, Bai Lang moved slowly in the shadows. After bypassing a mountain rock, he saw another pavilion on the road in the distance, and there were six martial arts people holding knives and swords as usual.

"This is not sure, is it the correct direction? I can't just walk over swaggeringly like this... Catch a living one." Bai Lang looked at the cloth strips wrapped all over his body, weighed the knife and sword in his hand, "There is no hiding place in this place, I can't lurk over, and if I fight hard, if these few people have the same martial arts as the previous ones, I might have to return." This Bai Lang was really not sure how to do it. Finally, his decision was to wait for a while.

These people were not military warriors, and their discipline was probably not very good. Looking at them, they were also drinking and eating meat in the pavilion, and they were chatting and chatting. Bai Lang gathered his internal force in his ears, but because the distance was also far, he couldn't hear clearly, but one person's action made him overjoyed. "Hall master... Shaolin Temple..." Although he only heard these few words, the direction the person pointed made Bai Lang know where the correct direction was—sure enough, it was in the mountains.

Bai Lang also secretly cursed himself for being lazy. "If I had known, I should have headed into the mountains; isn't it true that temples love to be in the mountains?" In reality, it was more true that temples preferred to be built in cities, as money came faster that way. Bai Lang silently changed direction; this time he directly employed his Lightness Skill, not caring about the consumption of his Internal Force, and swept directly toward the other side of the road. Through this display of Lightness Skill, Bai Lang discovered that his Internal Force had improved.

The life-and-death fight just now really made him grow a lot. While gaining that kind of fighting intuition ability, the vigor and roundness of internal force also improved. This time, while using the lightness skill, the flow of internal force was naturally supplemented, which was very close to the level of endless life. However, Bai Lang also knew that this was limited. As long as he didn't communicate with the bridge of heaven and earth and couldn't constantly supplement himself with the vitality between heaven and earth, his current situation would not recover so quickly as long as the things in his stomach were digested.

Taking advantage of the fact that his stomach wasn't hungry yet, Bai Lang ran rapidly along the main road. His Grass Flying Lightness Skill only required a light tap of his toes on the ground, and he could glide forward nearly two zhang as if he were skimming at low altitude; this speed was not much slower than an average horse. He soon passed the pavilion where he had killed everyone, heading all the way into the deep mountains, yet soon another pavilion appeared, inside which were three swordsmen.

Bai Lang smiled, stopped, adjusted his breathing, and strode toward these three swordsmen. With knives and swords in hand, the other party also knew that it was a life-and-death battle, and they also took out knives and walked out of the pavilion, walking toward Bai Lang in a "pin" shape. Everyone was adjusting their breathing and operating internal force while approaching, preparing for the battle. After approaching to a certain extent, they all gave a violent shout and rushed up.

Bai Lang operated the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield, exerted force on his arms, and in the process of impact, made a big loop. A knife and a sword directly formed a circle of arc light, rolling up dazzling silver light and wrapping the two swordsmen in. However, with the strong counter-shock and explosion, these two swordsmen were just staggered and shaken away—they used their knives to block Bai Lang's attack, which could be said to be unscathed except for being shaken away.

Bai Lang's own movements also paused, and the last swordsman took the opportunity to rush into the middle palace, slashing down with a knife in front of him. This knife was like thunder and lightning, and it looked like it was going to cut Bai Lang in two. And Bai Lang also roared like a tiger, directly threw away the knives and swords in both hands, pulled out his short sword and operated internal force to block. The internal force of the Golden Bell Shield is good at this point. After the counter-shock, the breath returns very quickly, just like a big bell after being hit, the bell sound is continuous.

Although his short sword was quite thick, it was just ordinary folding forging. The knife of the person in front seemed to be better. The knife technique had great power, and the addition of internal force was even more fierce. However, the internal kung fu of the Golden Bell Shield was not covered. This knife directly cut off the short sword, and at the same time cut to Bai Lang's shoulder, and then the knife broke after cutting into the flesh by three points. Bai Lang was injured again. This time it was quite heavy. His left arm was afraid that it would not be able to exert force for the time being. He roared and rushed up, and slapped the swordsman's head into his chest with one claw. Then the tiger claw buckled and pulled, and the swordsman's heavenly spirit cover was broken.

Killed one person first, but the other two also returned to breath, and rushed over from left to right. The knife light was like snow, wanting to swallow Bai Lang. Bai Lang didn't stop, just directly urged internal force and exerted his lightness skill to run forward—the result was that the cloth strips he had originally wrapped behind him danced, and he was cut out one by one on his back. Bai Lang hummed, operated internal force to contract his muscles, so that the blood would not spray out, and accelerated his speed to prepare to run.

At this moment, it is estimated that he can only fight and run. The martial arts of either of the two swordsmen in front of him is not worse than him—that is, the one he killed is estimated to have not expected his Golden Bell Shield to be so effective, and his short sword was so thick, the knife body was damaged when cutting the short sword, and then it broke on the skin and flesh protected by the Golden Bell Shield, but Bai Lang's shoulder bone was also broken. In the case of not being aligned and tied, this left hand is afraid that it is difficult to exert force.

He can only run, and he may not be able to break through the next pass that may exist, but perhaps he can find a way to counterattack and kill these two swordsmen on the road—if they must chase. Bai Lang now doesn't even think about killing that hall master, it's good to be able to save his own life, and can only expect those disciples of the East Sea Guantaoge Pavilion, Huanhua Washing Sword Sect, Murong family, Shaolin Temple, and Medicine Valley to be capable enough—he Bai Lang can't help.

Rolling and crawling all the way, Bai Lang rushed into the mountain ridge forest by the road at the highest speed, and the so-called "Martial God Cheat" accurately judged the distance and speed of the two swordsmen chasing behind him, and was ready to counterattack at any time—he couldn't run all the way. ===== CHAPTER 843 =====