Chapter 888

There were no windows in this place, and it was unknown whether it was a house on the ground or an underground palace. Judging from the ceiling and walls made of all stone, 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. The one built entirely of stone was a tomb. Underground palaces were like this. The Chinese people were probably not interested in 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 pair of iron maces, swung them around, and smashed them against the wall. Among the people present, no one's weapon was heavier than his—to tell the truth, the little monk Ci'en seemed to have no weapons, while Ma Long and Mu Ronghua had swords in their hands, still the kind of thin and long scholar swords, and the girl Murong Jiuxiu also had a short sword, as for Qin Lian'er of Yao Gu, 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 one meter two. This kind of clumsy weapon in the hands of the handsome Bai Lang... Everyone felt that he should also wear bright silver Ming light armor, wear a phoenix wing helmet on his head, and ride a Wuzhui horse under his crotch. Only then would it be worthy of a complete painting style. If Bai Lang said it himself, "Mountain pattern armor is also fine."

The pair of iron maces smashed and stabbed, and soon broke the stone on the wall—that's right, the back of the wall was empty. 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 the next second he fell down. This was not straight down but a turning slide. He slid along the slide like this, turning around and feeling a bit dizzy. Naturally, the iron mace in his hand 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 being channeled, he would have been bruised and swollen, with broken muscles and bones on the wall and slide. "Fortunately, the iron mace was not tied to the wrist with a leather belt, otherwise, with this twist and that twist, I might have fallen even worse."

I don't know how long he slid. Bai Lang, with disheveled hair, rolled out of a hole, fell ten meters down, 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, and it was about five or six meters deep. However, this sinkhole was probably a hundred feet deep. The mouth was small and the bottom was large, just like a pot. The sinkhole mouth was full of vines, 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 complete the task, I will be erased..." While muttering, Bai Lang began to climb. However, after three sticks of incense, with the strength and reaction speed brought by the Golden Bell Shield and the true meaning of the Tiger Form of the Thirty-Two Road Long Fist, he had already climbed out of the sinkhole. Standing on the edge of the sinkhole, looking out, there were continuous mountains in front of him. It was simply unknown in which direction the Shaolin Temple was, and in which direction the Sutra Pavilion was.

The pair of iron maces were also gone, and I don'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 either, so he simply chose a direction that looked easy to walk and strode forward. "I can only hope that those few people are capable." In fact, 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, 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, what he bumped into was a group of guys holding knives and swords, with rat-like eyes and mouse-like eyes, who didn't look like good people at all. Bai Lang had a dignified appearance and was handsome. Although his clothes were a bit broken by those shrubs, and his hair was messy because of rolling all the way, he looked like a gentleman at first glance. So when those people saw him, they immediately shouted, "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 together. "Hey! What about the martial arts morality? Isn't it agreed 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 he led. They would never fight alone if they could fight in a group. If they met a hard nut—of course, they hadn't met one yet, but once they met one, they would definitely not hesitate to abandon the leader and run away, and even kneel down and call grandpa and grandma.

The skills of this group of people were probably much stronger than the thugs he led. Bai Lang didn't feel afraid—it was too late to be afraid, but rather felt very blood-boiling. After practicing the Golden Bell Shield, he hadn't really fought in this situation—attacking those soldiers belonged to a must-kill sneak attack and didn't count. "This counts as a real martial arts fight, right? Wow, I'm coming!" This Bai Lang also gave a tiger roar, raised his momentum first, and then pulled out a wide short sword one and a half arms long and rushed over.

This sword is best paired with a shield, but it doesn't matter. This thing is quite thick, six-sided polished and edged, and the weight is heavy enough—originally it was unnecessary. It was Bai Lang who specifically asked the blacksmith to forge it like this, otherwise, where would the blacksmith forge a sword body as thick as a few centimeters? This thing is more like a sword-shaped axe than a sword... Anyway, it is mainly for stabbing, but if it is used for chopping, because of the angle of the sword edge, it is better for cutting trees, but smashing it is enough to smash people to death.

The seven or eight people rushing over, 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 hand, and rushed in with a roar. He didn't ask why the other party came to chop people, anyway, just fight. Each of them had internal force. The internal force on the knives and swords was hot and cold, and even poisonous—Bai Lang smelled a fishy smell, sweet and greasy. "Good people! Actually feeding poison on weapons!"

Bai Lang was like a fierce tiger, and the short sword was his teeth. With the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield, he stabbed directly—his current Golden Bell Shield kung fu probably 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 directly protruded 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, but this thickness already made it very durable. ===== CHAPTER 889 =====