Chapter 889

However, at this time, the knives and swords of others had also arrived. Bai Lang curled his body, and with a flash, he used this person as his meat shield. Immediately, flesh and blood flew everywhere. This unlucky guy hadn't had time to die after being stabbed by Bai Lang, but was instead dismembered by his own ruthless companions. Among the flying pieces of flesh, there were even pieces that turned black and emitted a foul smell. There was no doubt that they were chopped by weapons fed with poison.

Bai Lang naturally also splashed with blood. This attack also made Bai Lang break out in a cold sweat—this was indeed his first close-quarters fight with multiple enemies, and they were martial arts people with cold weapons. Life and death were just in that instant. At this time, he felt hot all over instead. That desire to fight suddenly turned cold. He felt as if he clearly knew the position of every opponent now, the length and weight of their weapons, the speed of their attacks, and the flow of force on the weapons...

This was a breakthrough in the face of battle. This might be the "cheat" truly hidden in Bai Lang's heart—this is a battle cheat. The virtual character who had a similar cheat before might be called Xiao Feng... However, Bai Lang might also be an illusion, an illusion caused by pressure. Anyway, whether it was an illusion or a breakthrough of a new type of human, he would know in just a moment—because the attack of the others, which was like chopping dumpling filling, came again.

These martial arts people were about the same level as Bai Lang. They had internal force but it was not very strong, and they had no ability to leave the body. Internal force only allowed them to be strong and light, and they could exert some moves that would be considered fancy moves when there was no internal force. For Bai Lang, these were very difficult opponents to deal with. One-on-one, he might not be afraid of anyone, but now it was five or six people besieging him alone, so he had to squeeze out all his potential to fight.

Such a battle ignited Bai Lang's fighting spirit. As soon as he darted out from beneath the shattered "cover," his body suddenly elongated—this was another skill of his Tiger Form True Meaning. His whole body was like a large cat; his spine could snap and coil, retracting like a ball and releasing like a stretched spring. He reached out his arm again, and the short sword in his hand plunged directly into the chest and abdomen of a certain martial artist. Bai Lang did not immediately retract the short sword; he let go of his hand, leaving the blade wedged in the person's bones, and with a snap of his spine, he turned and lunged.

The internal force of the Golden Bell Shield, although it could not block the knives and swords attached with internal force, the effect of reducing damage was certain. And where the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield condensed, it was quite similar to gold and iron. And Bai Lang's pair of claws were originally practiced into tiger claws, and now attached with the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield, it was like a weapon. He lunged at the swordsman whose sword technique was round and smooth like silk, and in the soft silk, he would suddenly stab a point, hurting people's eyes and ears, heart and throat. Perhaps it was really a good sword technique.

However, Bai Lang didn't have so much time to entangle with this person. He just protected his eyes with one hand and lunged directly into the sword circle of this swordsman. The sword tore his clothes and stabbed across his body. Even the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield couldn't block it, and he was left with many wounds. Trading injury for life, Bai Lang had already prepared for this. Rushing into the middle palace, Bai Lang roared like a tiger and tore with both claws, and at the same time lowered his head slightly to protect his eyes with his forehead—who knows if this voice would heal them after the task was completed. Infinite flow doesn't always have such good treatment.

The human skull is the hardest part with this frontal bone. In some cases, it can even bounce off or lodge small-caliber pistol bullets. And with the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield, this hardness goes a step further. Bai Lang estimated that the sword might not be able to break into the skull. And time couldn't wait for the swordsman's movements. Bai Lang's lunge and double claws carried a fishy wind, faster than the speed of blinking, and touched his body...

The power of this slap and grab probably had thousands of catties of force. It slapped on the swordsman's body. Before he could fly out, he immediately turned his palm into a claw and grabbed it. With the force of flying out, the entire rib of the swordsman's chest was torn off directly, and Bai Lang grabbed a piece of flesh and blood with a pair of ribs in his hand... And Bai Lang quickly threw the ribs horizontally to block the eyes of others, and he himself lunged out again with this momentum.

Close-quarters fighting, there is no weapon more cruel than fists, feet, and tiger claws. With Bai Lang's current strength, it was truly broken bones and tendons wherever he touched, and a blood gourd immediately wherever he grabbed. However, the other party was not giving it for nothing. In such a fight, they could also leave wounds on Bai Lang—this guy just needed to pay attention not to be hit by the poisonous weapon, as for other places, he could use the thick skin and flesh strengthened by the Golden Bell Shield internal force to block—getting hurt is always better than dying.

And his next target was the guy using the poisonous sword. To deal with this person, Bai Lang also grabbed the dead person he had just killed as a shield, broke this person's neck in the shortest time, twisted his body into a twist, and the price was being slashed three times on his back, and two swords on his butt, and a soft whip on one shoulder...

When Bai Lang finally killed all these people with the help of his "perception," he also sat on a corpse, tired and powerless. "I didn't expect to really break through, and there is really this kind of 'Martial God Cheat', but the injuries on my body... If I'm unlucky, I might really bleed to death. Still have to wrap it up." The fight from beginning to end, Bai Lang calculated that it was less than two minutes. This high-intensity killing made those people not even have time to fear and run away, and each of them fought to the end.

"It's really hard, right? As soon as I came out, I shouted, and then came up to besiege me. I don't know what forces they are... But shouting what hall master, could it be the subordinate of that target? What was that guy called?" Bai Lang helped himself wrap up a bit awkwardly. Poor, there were quite a few knife wounds and sword wounds on his body, and some could see the bones, but fortunately, the Golden Bell Shield internal force reduction was effective, and he controlled the muscles to contract tightly to stop the bleeding, making the wrapping effect quite okay.

Anyway, it was just washing clean with water, and then tearing it into pieces with cloth torn from the dead and wrapping it tightly—this cloth was quite hard to find, and could only be torn from the dead and wrapped. "It will definitely be infected..." Bai Lang cursed, but there were only twelve hours, and with his physical fitness, he should be able to support it—and then, either be erased or be able to go back, so there was no need to worry.

Now that the people were dead, it was impossible to ask for directions, and after the bleeding fight, Bai Lang felt quite dry and thirsty. Fortunately, there was a stream around, and while washing his body clean, he also had a good drink—who cares if there are parasites or something, anyway, it was only a day's work. Since he couldn't distinguish the direction, he could only think carefully about the situation he saw when he first came out, maybe he could deduce the correct direction—after all, the situation of those few dead ghosts at the beginning should be guarding, right. ===== CHAPTER 890 =====