This was when Gao Shun's power was at its peak, and the sudden attack killed his master—and there was more than one. c,■o↑ What Bai Lang saw were four people falling from the sky, four people who were dressed strangely and wearing masks. There are men and women, and the masks are also old and young. "I can't recognize any of them, and the ghost knows who they are. Bai Lang muttered, he looked at the four people and said loudly, "Who are you?"

These four people fell to the ground, not on the surface of the river, as if they were standing on the ground. The four innate masters are still very oppressive to Bai Lang. The four bastards didn't say a word, and the eyes behind the masks stared at Bai Lang. The atmosphere is getting more and more tense, and it seems that he wants to kill Lao Tzu to scum. Bai Lang pursed his lips, and the strong man said unconsciously—to be honest, he was a little nervous.

There is no time to be nervous when facing the big guy, and only the four masters of the same level who seem to want his life in front of him will make Bai Lang fall into a tense situation. It seems that it is going to be fought, and if you get it, you don't need to ask the reason - if you ask, you will fight.

As soon as the figures of the four people moved, the white wave tiger roared, and the violent wind blade erupted around the body, the white tiger roared in the sky, and the golden bell jar magic power was running at full strength. Bai Lang's whole person simply turned into a squatting tiger, and his internal force was deeply restrained and ready to fight back. If you don't do this, you can't do it, if you don't attack directly, you will be blown up, so it's better to fight back first, and it's better to defend and counterattack.

Sure enough, there are still petals and wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the sword light, and there is even a mysterious and unknowable strange palace that directly received this white wave, and as a result, the palace was shattered under the shock of the golden bell jar of the white wave, and the sword light collapsed and the petals were shattered. 6, □≠o Bai Lang's white tiger body cracked directly, and at the same time, he spit out a mouthful of blood. "It's not good to practice this kung fu, you have to be beaten the hardest. "The armor on Bai Lang's white tiger is not in shape, and it will look like it can't be restored for a while.

Bai Lang's backlash only shattered the aftermath of these people's attacks, and it was only by relying on the protective qi and strong body that Bai Lang withstood the combined blow of these four people. "If you do this in addition, it is already a must. Among the four people, a man wearing a young mask and dressed as an armored military general spoke. "No wonder" The woman wearing a beauty mask and a long-sleeved floating girl only said these two words.

Bai Lang took a long breath, the bones of his body exploded, and he directly returned his breath to push the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist to the highest - he had no chance of winning at all in four fights, so he could only fight first and then speak. If you turn around and run away, I'm afraid you will be chased to death in a very cohesive way. He Bai Lang must be fighting to the death in this situation, maybe there is a way to escape-for example, Yuyu suddenly pulls him. The four of them came up to besiege, and there was no trace of the style of an innate master at all.

Bai Lang shook his spirits, relying on his own horizontal skills, and hard to catch the opponent's sword and weapon with his fists, legs and feet, and there was also the sound of gold and iron when blocking. The sword light and sword shadow combined with the power of the white tiger's roar and explosion were not only the end of the sandbar under his feet, but the entire river surface within a radius of dozens of miles was all involved in the wind blade, sword light, sword qi, and the petals and qi waves in the sky. There was also a heavy palace in the sky that was directly suppressed, and the entire seventy-two islands in the heart of the river began to fall apart.

The people above couldn't even cry - because when the phantom of the palace in the sky fell, they had already turned into the palace sweepers or palace maids - the vitality was already extinguished in that moment. This way the divine skill also suppressed Bai Lang, as if the weight of a thousand pounds was pressing on Bai Lang, and at the same time, he kept tearing his soul to make him the master of a certain palace. Even the phantom of the White Tiger was attacked by the gods who flew out of the palace.

As for the sword light and sword intent, this is not to be said - not only to cut the body but also to the soul. The petals are even more poisonous, and the white tiger is about to turn into a black tiger.

Bai Lang's whole body was dyed red with blood at the moment, even if it was a steel-poured iron-like flesh and skin, it was also broken by an opponent who was also a congenital master, and the sword had already left a lot of wounds on his body, especially where the knife was cut, some of the white bones could be seen at all. "You can't still fight!" Bai Lang thought through gritted teeth. The four who fought against him didn't get any benefit, and the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist was fierce and fierce, and his strength turned into a wind blade to envelop the Quartet.

And the fists and feet are like long qiāng halberd giant axes and long knives, and the power is so strong and fierce that it is really the pinnacle of outer kung fu. The young "general" who used the knife, his treasure knife was already a little bent, and the blade was like a jagged tooth with many gaps made by Bai Lang's flesh and fists. And he himself was wounded, and Bai Lang tore through the armor on his body—the armor that could avoid the sword and the sword was scattered all over the place, and even there were several places on his body that looked like bones were broken—and blood was oozing from under the man's mask.

The civil official dressed as an old man with a sword, the man in a mask, the sword was bald, the tip of the sword was broken, and one arm was already hanging down and broken. The woman was full of flowers, hiding behind, that is, there were several wounds on her body that were cut by the wind blade, and they were all flesh wounds, which was the least injured. As for the man with his palms tilting into the sky, and his divine thoughts turned into the mask of a middle-aged man in the Nine Heavens Palace, the robe on his body had also been torn, and there were claw prints on his shoulders that were deep and bone-invisible—however, this person was full of true qi, and he was really the strongest among the enemies of the White Waves.

Since Bai Lang is cultivating the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist, it is really like a fierce tiger, the more serious the injury, the more poignant the fighting spirit, and the stronger the combat power of the outbreak - not to mention the newly arrived "Turtle Immortal Flow Saiyan Killing Method", which is also a product with stronger combat effectiveness the heavier the injury. This martial arts have a name, that is, the skill of killing the wolf - the first-class and dangerous fighting magic skills are like this, and the record of defeating the strong with the weak is also the most played with this kind of martial arts.

However, the cultivation of this martial art is first, there are few suitable life-fighting men, second, it is difficult to practice, and third, the vast majority of people who practice this martial art are short-lived ghosts - so there are not many people in the world who really cultivate this kind of magic skills to the point of ascending to the peak of the house. Now the white wave is one.

"Good kung fu, if you don't die. I'm afraid it's you. The middle-aged man didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, but kept making his palms and hand prints, making the nine-fold palace more and more clear and bright. Bai Lang thought of the other three innate masters among the water thieves at this moment, and the fact that he didn't appear at this moment was probably in collusion with the four in front of him. The offensive came to an end for the time being, and Bai Lang stood in front of the four of them—these four did not dare to surround Bai Lang on their own side, because it was entirely possible for the white tiger to break through the siege at all costs.

They don't want to die.

Bai Lang's blood dripped to the ground, and each drop of blood brought a small whirlwind, causing the river to form a whirlpool - that's right, the sandbar had sunk, and Bai Lang was also forcibly standing on the river with light internal force at the moment, but he was drowning to his knees, only the knife man was better than him - the guy drowned to the ass 11

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