It's not okay to keep going around like this.

Shen Lang has vitality enhancement, but in the continuous rapid transfer and intense battle, only the first-order vitality enhancement, and the physical strength and energy recovered cannot catch up with such a violent consumption.

And there are a large number of enemies, among which there are many sixth-grade and fifth-grade masters, with the support of internal force, they already have long physical strength and long-lasting endurance, and they can take turns to chase and kill.

That being the case, it is better to take advantage of the fact that the state is still intact and fight a decisive battle with the enemy.

I didn't dare to break into the "Chixia Valley" that was suspected of being ambushed before, just because Chixia Valley was the battlefield chosen by the enemy, and various arrangements must have been made.

And now, the number of enemies has been reduced a lot, and the battlefield is selected and arranged by Shen Lang himself, and the initiative is on Shen Lang's side, so he can naturally try a battle.

Anyway, he still has the "King Kong is not bad" talisman given by Mu Qingxue, and as soon as the talisman is opened, it will be established into a King Kong not bad body, which will last for a quarter of an hour. If you are not a martial artist of the fourth grade, a monk of the fifth grade realm cannot break it.

But if the enemy has a martial artist of the fourth rank and a monk of the fifth grade, how can he still use such a mobilization of teachers and ambushes at all levels?

I had already single-handedly swaggered over and killed him.

"A quarter of an hour's King Kong is not bad, even if I can't beat it, it's enough for me to fight my way out of the encirclement and turn in again! If you're lucky, you won't even have to consume this amulet......"

Shen Lang was busy arranging the battlefield.

And with Xiao Gu and Xiao Zhao at all times, he always maintains psychic communication, and through them, he instantly understands the enemy's movements.

When he was busy, the fine pen brand on the back of his hand was slightly hot, and the rabbit demon Xiaoya's heart was heard:

[Main silver, rabbit application to fight! ] 】

Shen Lang smiled:

"You can practice with peace of mind, you don't need to make a move in today's battle."

[Is it because the rabbit is too wasteful?] 】

"Of course not. You are my trump card at the bottom of the box, how can you sacrifice it easily? ”

[Woo woo...... Although I knew that the main silver was comforting me, Rabbit was still very happy......]

Shen Lang smiled:

"When you are promoted to the second realm, there is a chance for you to fight. Even today, there is a chance for you to make meritorious contributions. ”

[Hey, can I play?] 】

"No, wait a minute, you can brush me a 'Little Heaven Returning Technique' to help me recover my strength and spirit."

【Okay!】 】

Although he still can't directly participate in the war, at least it can be regarded as a help, and the little rabbit is still very happy about it.

At this time, Xiao Zhao's heart sent a message:

[Shen Lang, the situation is a little wrong, a master has entered, or a group of five...... If Meow didn't use spells, he couldn't sneak up on them, and he was almost discovered by them......]

The small bones also heard their hearts:

[There are masters, five-person groups, they can deal with it, but they can't fight quickly and solve quickly. It drags on, it will be exposed, it will be surrounded. 】

Shen Lang communicated:

"My battlefield is almost arranged, you don't need to kill the enemy, wait for a little longer, wait for my news!"

Another moment.

Shen Lang finally arranged the battlefield, checked the equipment, and successively cast five eight-grade Dao techniques "Flame Knife", but did not launch the spell, but turned it into five flame imprints, condensed on the edge of his right palm.

The "Flame Knife" of the Eight Grades Dao Technique can be cast in advance, storing the knife qi in the palm edge, and when it needs to be released, it can be triggered instantly with a movement of the mind.

The Eight-Rank Cultivator could store up to three sword qi at the same time, which lasted for an hour.

Shen Lang's spiritual power is now equivalent to that of a seventh-grade monk, and the "Flame Knife" not only has an increase in power and range, but also can pre-store five sword qi at the same time.

If the five swords are fired together, the martial artists of the five grades will not be guarded, and they will also be hated on the spot.

In the end, Shen Lang released Xiaoya and asked it to brush himself with a "Little Returning to Heaven Technique" to recover his physical strength and energy.

Withdrawing Xiaoya into the space, Shen Lang held the knife in both hands, standing majestically on a half-human-high stone, and summoned Xiao Zhao and Xiao Gu:

"Lure them in!"

Soon, Xiao Zhao leaped forward, meowed at the sinking waves, and curled up in the shadows below the stone at his command, motionless.

After a while, Xiao Gu also flew over with his sword, and looked at Shen Lang with his eyes inserted in his double knives.

Seeing its shape, Shen Lang grinned like a toothache, and couldn't help but smile:

"Xiao Gu, what's the matter with these two knives in your eyes?"

[I, before, was, throwing knife, shot, eye, a little, hurt......]

“……”

Shen Lang couldn't help but laugh and said seriously:

"Thank you. You bear with it first, and after this battle, I will personally blow your wounds. ”

[Okay.] 】

Xiao Gu conveyed a surging joy, consciously walked to a bush of grass next to him, lay down among the weeds, hid his sword in the blades of grass, and grabbed some dead grass and mud and sand to cover his body, and his bones became withered and dark, and he stood motionless and dressed up as a dead skeleton.

Shen Lang continued to stand on the stone with a knife, his back straight, motionless like a mountain, and his eyes were looking ahead.

Soon, in the forest ahead, a few torches appeared, and more than a dozen killers poured out from the forest in front of them, and they saw the conspicuous waves of the target at a glance.

Where Shen Lang is at the moment is by a stream that is not more than a foot wide.

The banks of the creek are overgrown with weeds, sparse trees, and rocks. The clear water of the stream is flowing slowly under the starlight.

The target was no longer hiding, and the dozen or so hired killers who had finally seen him alive hesitated, and did not hear the gunshots as before, so they excitedly raised their knives.

They stopped twenty feet in front of the waves, torches, and looked around suspiciously.

"This kid didn't hide it...... Will there be ghosts? ”

"I'm afraid there's an ambush...... Can you see around him? ”

"The starlight is too dim, and the torches can't shine that far to see clearly. But he is alone, and the grass is not deep and the trees are not dense, so there can be no ambush. A moment ago, he was still killing people out of nowhere, and it was too late to set a trap in such a short time. ”

"Since he can kill people out of nowhere, so that we can't even catch his shadow, why don't we continue to deal with us, but show up in the light?"

"Do you think that he keeps performing such elusive and unobtrusive clever light skills, killing people everywhere, and does not need to consume physical energy? He killed so many people that he was so exhausted that he had to stop! ”

"That's right, he must be already weak and weak, and at this moment he is bluffing, making us suspicious, and he will take the opportunity to catch his breath and recover!"

"Put the darkener and test him!"

"I've already finished my secret weapon before......"

"Me too. A moment ago, a guy who was not far away from me was wiped by a white shadow on his neck, and I was a spirit, and I scattered all the hidden weapons! ”

Well, until now, these hired killers who haven't been killed by Xiao Zhao and Xiao Backbone have long been used up, and there is really nothing to throw away except for the guys in their hands.

Although the banks of the creek in front of them were full of rocks, they couldn't reach the stream where they were at the moment, so they couldn't pick up stones and throw them.

"Damn, the credit is close at hand, everyone is side by side, I can't give him a chance to breathe!"

"They are all good men who exchange their lives for money, what are you afraid of him doing? Let's go together! ”

The two killers cheered up and charged first.

The other killers had seriously suspected that the state of Shen Lang had fallen to the bottom, but they were forced to appear, and they were already eager to try, but at this time, encouraged by those two, they immediately raised their swords and shouted to charge.

To be honest, although these hired killers are not very professional, they are just outlaws who dare to fight and kill, and they are not professional assassins who are proficient in the art of assassination, but their martial arts are okay.

Especially the last dozen or so hired killers who have survived until now and lost their lives without being in the forest, all of them have seven-grade cultivation. The lowest is also a seven-grade small achievement, and the strong one is a seven-grade achievement.

It's a pity that Shen Lang is not the martial arts amateur and rookie who killed Zhao Mengshan at the beginning, and he had to be careful and carefully planned.

Facing the dozen killers who rushed over with great momentum.

A long hemp rope slipped out of Shen Lang's sleeve and rolled it up to the ground below the stone, and ten muskets were rolled up at once.

Then the hemp rope was flicked, and the ten muskets, which had been opened, were suddenly strung in a neat horizontal row on the rope, the ropes pressed the trigger, and the muzzles of the guns were aimed at the killers who had come to kill.

The rope art taught by Xiao Wu, Shen Lang has not let go!

"I'm grass, platoon guns!"

Seeing this scene, the two killers who rushed to the front threw themselves to the ground without thinking, and the people behind reacted slowly, until Shen Lang pulled the hemp rope, pressed the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was on fire.

A burst of gunfire.

Of the killers who fell to the ground, four of them never got up again.

"He's out of bullets, rush!"

The killers who had escaped the catastrophe leapt to their feet and flew over again.

However, Shen Lang casually threw the ten muskets strung on the rope to the ground along with the hemp rope, and a long hemp rope hung down from the cuff again, and rolled it up to the ground below, and rolled up ten muskets......

Rumble!

Another volley of gunfire rang out, and this time only two of the hired killers on the lookout never got up.

"Gan Ren Niang...... Where did he get so many muskets? Clearly said that he ...... Just two short muskets ......"

One of the killers threw himself on the ground, blood pouring out of his chest, muttering a word full of resentment, and swallowing his last breath unwillingly.

Two rounds of guns knocked over six people, and there were only eight killers left.

Just when the eight people were only seven or eight feet away from Shen Lang, the ground under the feet of three of the killers suddenly burst open, and one by one, the rough and hideous white bone hands poked out of the ground, grabbed the ankles of the three killers, and dragged them to the ground in one fell swoop.

Then seven tall and stout white bone skeletons burst out of the ground, wielding rusty axes, and around the three killers, they slashed and chopped them to pieces in a blink of an eye.

Summon the Bone Warriors!

Shen Lang can now summon the White Bone Dao Soldier seven times a day.

And the strength of the White Bone Dao Soldier has also increased by one level, which is equivalent to a seven-rank martial artist.

Its bones are stronger than those of the martial artists of the same realm, and there is no vital point, it does not know pain, it is not afraid of swords and guns, and it is not a problem to kill the seven-rank Dacheng martial artist one-on-one.

When he had just set up the battlefield, he used all seven Dao Soldier summoning techniques in one go, summoning seven White Bone Dao Soldiers, and letting them ambush them underground, so that they could launch a sneak attack just after someone passed by.

The White Bone Dao soldiers do not need to breathe, they are not afraid of water and fire, whether they are ambushed in the water, underground, or even in the fire, there is no problem.

These killers were lucky, only three of them happened to step on the hiding place of the White Bone Dao Soldier, and were grabbed by their ankles and dragged to the ground.

The remaining five killers were lucky enough not to be hit, but now they are also terrified - there are seven white bone dao soldiers, and they can be chopped to pieces by a hard hit!

When the seven white bone dao soldiers, wielding rusty iron axes, flew over with the momentum of a demon devouring people, and swung out a fatal move that would hurt both sides.

A killer let out a cry of grief and despair:

"Who said he could only do one 'finger archery'?"

After a while, the sound of the fight died down, and the last five hired killers lay on the ground.

Can't blame them for being too vegetable.

In the face of this kind of white bone dao soldiers whose strength is comparable to them, there is no vital point in their bodies, and every move is the same way to fight, they really have no way.

At this point, all the hired killers have died. The killer closest to Shen Lang couldn't get within five feet of him.

What Shen Lang paid for it was nothing more than some ammunition and seven "White Bone Dao Soldier Summoning Techniques".

And the seven-headed White Bone Dao Soldier can also continue to fight - although this technique is only a Nine-Rank Dao Technique, even if the Nine-Rank Monk performs this technique, the summoned White Bone Dao Soldier can last for half an hour.

After that, every time the cultivation is improved, the strength of the White Bone Dao Soldier will increase a little, and the duration of its existence will also be extended by a quarter of an hour.

Shen Lang's current spiritual strength is equivalent to that of a seventh-grade monk, a summoned white bone dao soldier, and the time of continuous existence is as long as half an hour and two quarters of an hour, and it can fight for a long time.

When the five mercenary killers were besieged head-on, the seven White Bone Dao soldiers were all killed, and they were also more or less injured.

Some had a broken rib, some had a broken arm, and the skull of a white-boned Daoist soldier was also shattered by a killer who fought back desperately.

But this only slightly affects their flexibility, and does not have a big impact on their overall combat power.

The head of the White Bone Dao Soldier is just a decoration, just a bait to attract the enemy's attack.

The white bone dao soldiers who have no heads can still continue to fight, and they will be a little clumsy at best.

If you want to completely lose the combat power of the White Bone Dao Soldier, you must either cut off all of its siblings or smash its spine.

Or, wait until their time is over and disappear on their own.

Now.

Seven white-headed bone dao soldiers carried large axes covered in blood and rust, and stood silently in a row, waiting for the arrival of new enemies.

Soon, new enemies appeared.

A group of warriors with a calm breath, sharp eyes, and light steps, in groups of five, appeared from all directions.

Figures appeared directly in front of the sunken waves, on both sides, and in the woods on the other side of the creek.

In the end, Xue Mingyue, who had a slender and graceful posture and a beautiful face, appeared in front of Shen Lang with four South China Sea Sect elders.

Mrs. Zhao appeared on the left side of Shen Lang with a six-rank blood shadow killer and a one-armed black-robed man.

The Izumo girl, Li Ying, and the female ninja appeared on the right side of Shen Lang.

The dozens of people who came from all directions all tacitly stopped twenty feet away from the deep waves, silently watching him.

Xue Mingyue, Mrs. Zhao, Izumo Girl, Li Ying, and Nunin looked at Shen Lang's eyes, which contained bitter hatred.

[Tell everyone two things, one is that there were too many outbreaks last month, and the speed of manuscript accumulation can't keep up with the speed of the outbreak, and the manuscript storage can't keep up. The second is that there seems to be something wrong with the body, dizziness, tinnitus, vomiting, pain in the back of the head, and a plummeting in the efficiency of code words. Starting this month, I can only change two times a day, so I promise to say more than 6,000 words. Ask for a guaranteed monthly pass~! 】