Guan Ba is a master under the innate level, and he is only half a step away from the innate - even if he enters the innate level? Bai Lang is also a good player on the list of people in Dayan at this time. So he couldn't dodge the tornado of the white waves, and was directly swept by the whirlwind, and his whole body was covered with wounds broken by the wind blade, and he fell to the ground and couldn't move. The frenzied storm was not just aimed at the flesh and skin, the strength of the white tiger turned into the wind and blew into the human body, rampage through the meridians and slashed with the knife.

Now Guan Ba is internal strength is all the internal strength is contained inside, enduring the sharp pain like a knife to expel those alien true qi that seeps into the body and cuts everywhere, as for the wounds everywhere on the body surface - it seems that a martial arts person like him is full of qi and blood, and the skin trauma can quickly stop the bleeding. However, where is the tornado punched by the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist is such a simple thing, it is a white tiger's fierce aura entrenched on the wound, making the blood flow out continuously, and the wound is difficult to heal at all.

Bai Lang kicked away the unlucky guy who was bleeding all over his body on the road, and stood directly in front of Guan Ba condescendingly. "Yo, this is not the sacrifice of the Golden Daomen, or the righteousness of Bo Yuntianguan, the eighth master. Let's take a look, a real good man!" Bai Lang squatted in front of Guan Ba, not afraid that Guan Ba would suddenly jump up and give him a moment - Bai Lang's downward attack tornado was already ready to go, if Guan Ba had any movement, it would be all at once.

What's more, Bai Lang himself is still wrapped around the wind blade of counterattack and the shock of the golden bell jar, if Guan Ba gives him a moment, then his own fun will be great. "I've wanted to kill you kid for a long time. Bai Lang looked at Guan Ba in front of him, showed a cruel smile and said, "If I don't kill your kid, Lao Tzu is angry!" He stretched out a hand and played with Guan Ba's brain, "I..... Look at the six-and-a-half-minute hall...... "Guan Ba was covered in blood—his efforts to expel the White Wave Xenomorph True Power had completely failed, and at the same time as the meridians were cut off, this internal force also turned into a sharp blade, spurting out from the inside out.

This was already a serious injury, but Bai Lang didn't let Guan Ba continue to hurt, and when he said six and a half minutes, he had already reached out and pinched his skull, and the head with part of the vertebrae was directly pulled off. "If you hadn't lost the courage to run away, Guan Ba might have been able to fight a dozen, maybe let you run away?" Bai Lang commented on Guan Ba's death, unless this frightened rat didn't come out of the cave at the beginning, since he showed his tracks, he would definitely not be saved.

At this time, the killing intent on the street dispersed, and it seemed that Bai Lang was really not mistaken-this time it was really Guan Ba's responsibility for grabbing land or some kind of vendetta. Now that Guan Bayi, who is the leader of the scene, has died, of course this operation has stopped. "There will be no room for error, but most of the six and a half halls know that it was Lao Tzu who did the Guan Ba, so the follow-up actions should be canceled. ”

Fighting with the innate master for no reason and without preparation, the ordinary backbone gang members must have suffered heavy casualties. Everyone came out to seek money, and no one wanted to be like this.

In the blink of an eye, in addition to the six-and-a-half-minute people who were still lying on the ground on the second floor and bleeding and moaning, there were fewer people coming and going on the street below, and they evacuated without a sound. Bai Lang also relied on his memory to remember that some women and men who were shopping, as well as begging for food on the street, were gone. "Six and a half halls and Jinfeng Drizzle Lou are fighting fiercely in this city, and it should be said that most of the market has also been infiltrated by these two big gangs and some other gangs. ”

Bai Lang didn't go to the list, nor did he go to the Weiwei Mansion to inquire about the news, so he took Guan Ba's head and left directly. The end of the vertebrae dragged to the ground, and a line of blood ticked out of the city.

When he arrived at the forest tomb where the little girl was buried, Bai Lang thrust his head into the grave, "This is a fulfillment of the vows made in the past." Bai Lang smiled, although he didn't specifically know the girl's name, but when he saw this situation, he really made a wish to kill the guys who shot that day. Now that Guan Ba has been slaughtered, it should be said that others also have a chance. Will the six-and-a-half-hall take revenge? It stands to reason that according to their slogan, they will retaliate, but it is difficult to say if they can't get the right shot.

is still this sentence, everyone comes out to mix up for wealth and development, the living Guan Ba who has land and filial piety is his own person in the six and a half halls, and the dead Guan Ba is just a Guan Ba. Bai Lang himself looks at the gang like this - maybe the six and a half halls are particularly righteous? In this case, Bai Lang doesn't mind killing a few more innate masters, it just so happens that martial arts is to know whether he is good at practicing by fighting and killing.

Bai Lang was lucky today, and he was in a good mood after killing someone, so he hummed a song and returned to the mountain temple, and after washing his hands, he practiced by the way in a good mood. If you are in a good mood, this martial arts practice is also very powerful, "I always feel that today seems to be a great improvement in martial arts!" Bai Lang thought triumphantly, Yuyu, he didn't care, he came back anyway. Besides, if Yuyu does something, what can he do with Brother Bai Lang?

The good mood of getting rid of the Adventure Hall also appeared all of a sudden, Bai Lang suddenly felt relaxed, and the feeling of martial arts advancement was more real. There is no more clue about the breathing method of qi for the time being, and Bai Lang has not thought of a way to integrate it at present-he feels that this breathing method and exercise method are very useful for honing the physical body. You must know that there may be eight or nine yuan gong and nine Xuan Gong in this world - I have seen it in the exchange list of the Adventure Palace, and the exchange score is the same as the astronomical number.

The physical body practiced in that way can really be said not to be bad, and the golden body of Buddhism may not be so strong. And with such a physical body, Bai Lang felt that he was still far behind, but when it came to the strength of the physical body, then the upper limit of this breathing method was definitely not low. "The Saiyans who destroy the stars with one blow also practice like this - the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist really may not be able to defeat this kind of monster. Bai Lang muttered.

Such a monster would die of a viral heart attack, and Bai Lang felt that the internal qi he practiced might not be infected with various diseases—or that the diseases that could infect him must be things with "rules" attached. In this world, martial arts are prosperous, or there are gods and Buddhas, there is definitely this kind of "martial arts", and there are also legends of the plague gods. The legend of the heavenly court, the legend of the Pure Land of Western Buddhism, has been circulating, saying that these gods and Buddhas are still in this world......

But it's okay if he hasn't appeared as a saint, but the martial arts cultivation to a certain extent is actually not much different from the immortal law, of course, this is what Ma Rulong said. Thinking of this, Bai Lang made up his mind, "I must inquire about their whereabouts tomorrow, and if they die, I will help them avenge it!"

Supporting the body in the white blade, in the red dust

In the white blade, the waves are in the red dust