When his body was moving, Bai Lang had already drawn his sword and held it, his left hand was iron, and his right hand waist knife was like a tiger's minions. Bai Lang has really done a lot in the past two years for this kind of borrowing and trading without capital, and now he just wants to get a vote when he sees Hunter again-and he really remembers the joints of this story, and he naturally has a little curiosity to see what scriptures he has.

You say that a tribe of hundreds of thousands of people would fight against the Manchu court for a hand-copied religious scripture? Unless it was written by someone, Bai Lang did not believe it at all. "To split the country is to split the country, but it is nothing more than a religious skin. "Bai Lang has always disliked such people, and it is normal to be disgusted.

Of course, there are indeed good horses in this dart team, and there are also silver taels on these people, which is just used to supplement - anyway, they are also helping the Tartars in many cases, and it doesn't matter if they kill them. The most critical point is that Bai Lang's hands are itchy and he wants to kill.

With a twist of the knife, the human head and half of the person flew into the air, and the iron shovel flashed, and the roe head mouse looked like the dart master with an unforgiving mouth, and immediately half of the person became rotten meat, but in the blink of an eye, the white wave had already penetrated out, and the only living dart master in front of him was the person with the red package on his back. The rest were already broken corpses.

The power of Bai Lang's killing is extremely ferocious, even if this kind of slaughter is a dart master, he is also a wicked person, and he has killed many people who have never seen it. The runners were even more frightened, and they couldn't even run, but fell to the ground. The tiger in Bai Lang's heart was excited by the blood, and it was also jumping and roaring, and for a while, it was quite leaking the killing aura of the battle array.

Bai Lang is the prince of the Ming Dynasty, these official positions are all his single broken formation, with a knife and gun to kill, this is what a fierce general, back then it has been rumored that the White Tiger Xingjun, now leaking even a trace of how can these little dart masters and executioners be able to bear? So the dart master did not know how to be afraid when he saw his brother being killed, but he just let Bai Lang cut off the head with a knife.

It's a pity that the characters with names and surnames in the original book were killed by this white wave without revealing their names. Since Bai Lang killed the dart master, he had no intention of killing those executioners, but he was dumbfounded, and suddenly those people didn't know where the strength came from, and they ran away with rolling belts, and all kinds of blades were thrown to the ground.

Bai Lang opened the package and there was a scripture inside, the twisted words Bai Lang couldn't understand at all, he picked up the book and flipped it back and forth, "Isn't it that you don't worship idols, then why worship this scripture?

Bai Lang touched the silver on the corpse again, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded, but the two riders stopped after seeing several corpses on the ground and the dart cart parked on the side. Bai Lang happened to be almost finished, shook his hand casually, took out the water bladders on these people and cleaned them, and looked up at the two riders at the same time.

It's a common dish right away. The Taoist carried a long sword, his face was pale and full of sickness, with only one right arm, and the sleeve of the Taoist robe in his left hand was tied around his waist. Only one was a camel, and his clothes were extremely bright. Bai Lang naturally knew who they were, and he forgot what their names were, but he still remembered them very well when they were the leaders of the Red Flower Society.

At the moment, it was just a look, and when he was looking forward to it, the horse of the dart master, the horse of the two masters, and the horse and mule of the trailer all snorted and showed signs of softening. "That man, you killed the people here?" the Taoist priest did not speak, but the camel spoke, and his words were full of fear.

The Zhenyuan Dart Bureau is the Northwest Dart Bureau, and it is also famous and famous on the northern green forest road, and now the dart master who actually walked the dart was killed like this, which is not a trivial matter. If the brothers on the rivers and lakes saw this situation, they were afraid that they would reach out to help in the name of the head of the Weizhen Heshuo King Weiyang Wang.

But who dares to help now? Bai Lang didn't speak to the two masters, but just waved his hand to signal that they could take care of themselves - the problem was that he was almost in the middle of the road now, and how much heart did the other party have to naturally pass through his side. However, these two seemed to be masters of the arts, and they actually nodded like this and jumped past him, but both of them looked at Bai Lang deeply, as if they wanted to engrave his appearance in their hearts.

Bai Lang packed up the money, but he still didn't choose a horse—he saw that the horse was not very good after all, and the mule was a little more leathery. In this way, the man rode the mule and walked forward again, which was equivalent to following behind the two masters.

After walking forward a little further, Bai Lang heard the sound of a camel bell, he didn't know what it was at first, and thought it was a luan bell hanging on a war horse. But soon he saw camels, which were also common in the north, especially now that the Manchus had pushed their country out, making camel caravans more common in the north.

The man on this camel had a high nose, deep eyes, a full beard, a white cloth on his head, and a scimitar at his waist, and there were many of these camels, there were always twenty or thirty horses, and naturally there were twenty or thirty horses mixed in. Before the camel caravan arrived, a stench wafted over first, and for a while I didn't know whether it was the stench of the camels or the stench of those people, but Bai Lang had already wrinkled his nose.

These people came very quickly, and Bai Lang took the mule aside, pinching his nose and letting those people pass first—he also knew the identities of these people, but he had no intention of killing them at this moment. In most cases, Bai Lang is actually a gentle and good person, and he doesn't care about any small difference in identity.

Suddenly, a girl in a yellow shirt rode a green horse, trotted over, and galloped past. The girl is beautiful and full of heroism, radiant and shining, it is really beautiful like spring plum blooming snow, the god is like autumn frost, the cheeks are melting, the sun reflects the Chengtang, the eyes are crystalline, and the moon shoots the cold river. The above is Bai Lang's plagiarism from the original, I don't know why he remembered such an obscure sentence after seeing this girl.

"Emerald Feather Yellow Shirt...... Wait, what's this woman's name? She has a younger sister named Princess Xiangxiang, but she remembers her name as Kasri? This is really not the fox odor is relatively light, so it becomes a fragrance?After all, in fact, the foul-smelling dung odorin is the raw material of the perfume after being greatly diluted......" Bai Lang muttered to himself, but he just looked at it.

However, the girl raised her head and looked at Bai Lang a few times, and even the men on the camel looked at Bai Lang a few more times, and one of the middle-aged bearded men smiled and said a few words to the girl - Bai Lang didn't understand it anyway, but he felt that the girl suddenly blushed after listening to the words and glared at him.