Chapter 890

The Thirteen Tai Bao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Shield kung fu has a miraculous effect when used to resist blows, but when used for healing, it is definitely not as good as kung fu like the Everlasting Spring Kung Fu—if it were changed to that kind of martial arts, the shallower wounds on Bai Lang's body at this time should have already scabbed over. Bai Lang had been walking along the road for half an hour—the pavilion that those few guys originally occupied, 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.

There was no one on the road at this time, 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 steps, 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 as usual, there were six martial arts people holding knives and swords inside.

"This is not sure, is it the correct direction? Can't just walk over swaggeringly like this... If I catch a live one. I looked at the cloth strips wrapped all over my body, weighed the knives and swords in my hands, "There is no hiding place in this place, I can't sneak over, and if I fight hard, if these few people have the same martial arts as the previous ones, I might return to my position." This Bai Lang was really unsure how to do it. Finally, his decision was to wait for a while.

These people were not military soldiers either, and their discipline was probably not very good. Looking at them drinking and eating meat in the pavilion, and chattering 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 cursed himself inwardly for having been 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 is more true that temples prefer to be built in cities, as money comes 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 toward the other side of the road. While employing his Lightness Skill this time, Bai Lang discovered that his Internal Force had improved.

The life-and-death fight just now indeed made him grow a lot. While gaining that kind of battle intuition ability, the majestic and round rotation of internal force also made progress. This time, while using the lightness skill, the internal force circulated naturally and supplemented itself, which was quite endless. However, Bai Lang also knew that this was limited. As long as he didn't communicate with the bridge of heaven and earth and could constantly supplement himself with the vitality between heaven and earth, his current situation would basically not recover so fast as long as the things in his stomach were digested.

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

Bai Lang smiled, stopped his steps to adjust 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, forming a "pin" shape and walking toward Bai Lang. Everyone was adjusting their breathing and circulating internal force while approaching, preparing for the battle. After approaching to a certain degree, they all gave a violent shout and rushed up.

Bai Lang channeled the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield, exerted force on his arms, and in the process of rushing, he made a big loop, directly forming a circle of arc light with a knife and a sword, and wrapped the two swordsmen into it. 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 facing 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 gave a tiger roar, directly threw away the knife and sword in his two hands, pulled out his short sword and channeled internal force to block. The internal force of the Golden Bell Shield is good at this point. After the counter-shock, the recovery of breath is very fast, 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 in front of this person seemed to be better. The knife technique had great strength, and the addition of internal force was even more fierce. However, the Golden Bell Shield internal kung fu was not a cover. 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 entering the meat by three points. Bai Lang was injured again. This time it could be considered quite heavy. One left arm was afraid that it could not be used temporarily. He roared and rubbed his body up, and a right claw slapped directly and slapped the swordsman's head into the chest cavity. Then the tiger claw buckled and pulled, and the swordsman's skull was shattered.

Killed one person first, but the other two also finished breathing 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 ran forward with all his strength using lightness skill—the result was that the cloth strips originally wrapped behind him fluttered, and he was slashed with wounds on his back again. Bai Lang hummed, channeled 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 are no 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 that 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. However, 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.

Can only run, and it is not certain to break through the next level 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 want to think about killing that hall master at all. It's good to be able to save his own life. He can only expect those disciples of the East Sea Guantaoge Pavilion, Huanhua Xijian Sect, Murong family, Shaolin Temple, and Yao Gu to be capable enough—he Bai Lang can't help.

All the way rolling and crawling, Bai Lang rushed into the forest on the mountain ridge 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, and was ready to counterattack at any time—he couldn't run all the way. ===== CHAPTER 891 =====