Chapter 971

Since that monkey has passed his Bai Lang's first form, he must give face, so Bai Lang stood up as a tiger monster after getting up in the morning and stood on the venue of the second round—this place has already come out of the backyard, the venue is wide and there are several giant rocks. Bai Lang sat on one of the giant rocks and rubbed the big knife in his hand.

Splash Wind Nine-Ring Knife, this is the weapon he uses in this form. Bai Lang sat on the stone and played with the big knife in boredom, waiting for that Ma Lou to appear, "Although the life of Ma Lou is also a life, but the life of a working Ma Lou, is it still his?" Sure enough, a Ma Lou walking upright slowly walked in front of him, still holding a stick in his hand.

The fighting spirit on Ma Lou's body could be seen with the naked eye, and Bai Lang also smiled, "Yesterday I killed your monkey head more than a hundred times with fast and slow nine hits, how many times are you ready to let me kill today?" That monkey head didn't speak, just turned his five fingers, turned out a stick flower, and then pointed straight at Bai Lang, full of fighting spirit.

Bai Lang's tiger face wrinkled his nose, which was considered a ferocious smile, and hooked his finger, "Come on!" That monkey didn't say much, leaped into the air and hit his head with a stick. Bai Lang didn't avoid it and raised his fist to hit the stick head—Bai Lang also wore hand armor on his hands, but the fingertips were hollowed out to facilitate the ejection of sharp claws.

The fist cover naturally has reinforced steel bubbles on the joints, which can naturally block the hit of this big stick. Someone else would flash, but Bai Lang didn't flash. After blocking the stick head with one punch, he turned around and hit with an iron elbow. The strong wind brought by this blow tore the ground between the square inches, and Ma Lou's martial arts were also high. At the moment, he drew the stick to the center and blocked this elbow with the stick body.

"Round and comfortable, long and short can be, truly good martial arts!" Bai Lang praised, but his hands didn't relax at all—the fast and slow nine consecutive hits were directly unfolded—the big knife was on his back, but his fists were repeatedly attacking, and the monkey used stick techniques to resist but still had to eat a hit from time to time. Because the judgment of this timing is too difficult, Bai Lang's rhythm control is too high-end.

His attack made the monkey very uncomfortable, and he had to jump to a distant place from time to time, and then drink a sip of water in the gourd to replenish his physical strength. And Bai Lang didn't pursue much, which is probably his only benefit. Ma Lou can be considered to have figured it out. He can't eat too many hits. If he eats all one, two, three punches, he will probably kneel. Just eating one punch can retreat to recover his breath, two punches, his stance is likely to collapse, and if he doesn't roll away quickly, the third punch will be finished.

Besides, Bai Lang is nine consecutive hits, not only fists but also elbows, knees, and kicking legs. This is Bai Lang's personal martial arts collection, a return to basics. Ma Lou appeared here more than twenty times, and didn't force Bai Lang to pull out the big knife on his back even once. By the time Bai Lang reached this level, the speed of recovering his breath and resting was extremely fast, and the time between the monkey turning into ash and coming over again was enough for him to recover his physical strength.

So every time Ma Lou faced a brand new Bai Lang...

After killing Ma Lou more than twenty times again, the new Ma Lou in front of him finally changed again. The attack in this round no longer had the strict momentum of the original method, but felt like it was hitting randomly. However, it was so random, but it made Bai Lang praise it. "Sure enough, I figured it out! Since then, I have stepped into the realm of doing whatever I want." The fighting efficiency of this monkey suddenly changed and rose.

The key is not to be greedy for the knife...

Avoiding the vast majority of hits in the fast and slow nine hits, wandering on the periphery of Bai Lang's bare-handed attacks, stealing chickens and touching dogs to give him a few sticks—and not giving Bai Lang a chance to adjust his breath and recover his physical strength—and external injuries and muscle contusions are not so fast to recover. Bai Lang has accumulated to now today, and has already reached the critical point.

This time Ma Lou's winning momentum gradually accumulated, and finally forced Bai Lang to pull out the big knife on his back. Once the big knife was in hand, the power was different—the expansion of the attack range and the improvement of attack power almost instantly broke Ma Lou's fighting method. The knife slashed down with extremely majestic power, but when it reached the stick that the monkey blocked, it became light and powerless. The knife knocked and picked, and accidentally, the monkey's stick was swung to the periphery.

Then Bai Lang advanced and pushed the knife, the knife body just turned so lightly, and a monkey head flew into the blue sky. This is the exquisite knife technique. For Bai Lang, whether the knife technique is atmospheric and fierce or flexible and adaptable is not a matter, just changing according to the form.

Okay, Ma Lou's previous fight can be considered in vain, and he has to fight from the bare-handed Bai Lang again. When the monkey appeared again and saw the tiger-headed Bai Lang carrying a knife, he fell to the ground and turned into ash, and after that, he didn't see it again that day.

"I think it's about smashing the handle? Just don't know if the computer was smashed." Bai Lang laughed, and there was a rumbling laugh from the mountain. It seems that the baboon has been paying attention here.

The baboon's voice also sounded in Bai Lang's ear, "This is a rare world that is connected to each other, and it has a mapping to the so-called 'reality'—it can only be said so. This point, among the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, knows no more than one hand." Bai Lang lay on the stone lazily, "I won't ask what is the mapping of reality. To be honest, I don't want to know."

"That Ma Lou today is probably angry, right?" Bai Lang said, then stood up, shook his body and restored his original appearance, and went back to the room to eat and sleep.

The next day, Ma Lou didn't appear.

The third day, Ma Lou still didn't appear.

The fourth day, Ma Lou came.

After getting his hands on it, Bai Lang knew one thing, "Ma Lou changed monkeys." That's right, from the style of fighting, although it is still the switching of those few moves, Bai Lang can clearly feel that this is no longer the monkey head from before. "Yo, so fragile? Still found a substitute?" It's a pity that this can only be kept in the heart and cannot be shouted out loud.

This monkey's martial arts are much higher. Bai Lang's bare-handed fighting is afraid that it will not be easy to win in the current situation, so the first life let Bai Lang enter a new state—pulling the knife and slashing. Bai Lang's knife technique is smooth and gorgeous, and the other party is not inferior. Bai Lang always feels that this guy has seen some of his skills, but after Bai Lang really displayed his knife technique, this Ma Lou suddenly felt a bit flustered, and soon sent a small life.

The Ma Lou that appeared for the second time still brushed off Bai Lang's bare-handed fighting. He still hid from the fast and slow nine hits, although he drank a lot of water, he passed it without danger. Bai Lang, who was waving a big knife, made this monkey more cautious. This guy alternately used magic and stick techniques, and didn't fight Bai Lang in close combat, but adopted a fighting method of combining magic with long-distance stealing. ===== CHAPTER 972 =====