The Thirteenth Taibao practiced the kung fu of the Golden Bell Jar, which was a miracle effect when used to resist blows, but if it was used to heal wounds, it would definitely not be as good as kung fu such as the Immortal Changchun Gong - if it was replaced by that kind of martial arts, the relatively shallow wounds on Bai Lang's body should have scabbed over at this time. Bai Lang had been walking along the road for half an hour - those guys originally occupied a pavilion, but Bai Lang's reasoning failed, and he didn't know which direction to go at all, and finally he chose a direction to go out of the mountain - at least it was easier to walk.

There was no one on the road at the moment, and Bai Lang felt more and more uncertain as he walked, "I don't know what happened to those brothers...... Thinking of this, his ears moved slightly, and he immediately slowed down, and slid out to the side with light skills. After hiding his figure, Bai Lang slowly moved in the shadows, and after rounding a mountain rock, he saw another pavilion on the road in the distance, in which there were six martial artists with swords as usual.

"I'm not sure if I'm going in the right direction, and I can't just swagger over..... If you catch a live mouth. Bai Lang looked at the strips of cloth that were wrapped everywhere on his body, and checked the sword in his hand, "There is no hiding place in this place, and it is not possible to lurk in the past. "This Bai Lang is really not sure what it is, and in the end he made the decision to wait for a while.

These people are not military warriors, and their discipline is not very good, and they also drink wine and eat meat in the pavilion, and they chatter. Bai Lang's power was concentrated in his ears, but because of the distance, he couldn't hear it very clearly, but the actions of one of them made him overjoyed. "The hall master...... Shaolin Temple ...... "Although I heard these words, the direction that this person pointed to with his finger let Bai Lang know where the correct direction was—it was indeed in the mountains."

Bai Lang also secretly scolded himself for being lazy, "I knew I should have gone to the mountains, don't you like this temple in the mountains." "In fact, it is true that temples prefer to be built in the city, so that the money comes quickly. Bai Lang silently turned around, this time he directly exerted light power, and did not care about the loss of internal force, and swept directly towards the other side of the road. With this light skill, Bai Lang found that his internal strength had improved.

It seems that the life-and-death fight just now has indeed made him grow a lot, and while gaining the ability that is almost similar to the intuition of battle, the majestic circle of internal force has also improved. However, Bai Lang also knew that this was limited, as long as there was no communication between Heaven and Earth, the bridge between heaven and earth could continuously replenish itself with the vitality between heaven and earth, and as long as the things in his stomach were digested in his current situation, he would basically not recover so quickly.

Taking the opportunity of not being hungry, Bai Lang ran quickly on the avenue, and the light skill of flying on the grass only needed a little tiptoe, and it could sweep forward almost two feet like a low-altitude glide, which was not much slower than that of ordinary horses. Soon he crossed the pavilion where he had slain all the people, and made his way into the mountains, but soon another pavilion appeared, and in it were three swordsmen.

Bai Lang smiled, stopped and adjusted his breathing, and strode towards the three swordsmen. With the sword in hand, the other party also knew that it was a battle of life and death, and they also took out their knives and came out of the pavilion, and the finished words walked towards Bai Lang. Everyone was taking advantage of the approaching opportunity to adjust their breathing and internal force, preparing for battle, and after approaching to a certain extent, they all roared and rushed up.

The internal force of the Bailang Golden Bell Jar was transported, and the strength ran through the arms, and in the process of impact, a big loop came, and a sword and a sword directly formed a circle of arc light, rolling up a dazzling silver light to envelop the two swordsmen. However, with the strong backlash and explosion, the two swordsmen only staggered and were shaken away - they used their own knives to block Bai Lang's attack, and it can be said that they were unscathed except for being shaken away.

Bai Lang's own movements also paused, and the last swordsman took the opportunity to rush forward in the middle palace, and he was cut down with a knife, this knife was like a thunderbolt, and it looked like he was going to cut Bai Lang in two. And Bai Lang also roared and directly threw away the swords in his two hands, pulled out his short sword and carried the internal force to block, the internal force of the golden bell jar is this good, and the return of air after the shock is extremely fast, just like after the big bell is struck, the bell is endless.

Although his short sword was quite thick, it was just a normal folded and made, and the knife of the man in front of him seemed to be better. The power of the knife technique is extremely great, and the internal force is even more powerful, but the internal strength of the golden bell jar is not covered, this knife directly cut off the short sword, and at the same time cut Bai Lang's shoulder, and then the knife was broken after three points into the flesh. Bai Lang was injured again, this time it was quite heavy, and one of his left arms was afraid that he would not be able to use it for the time being, he roared and rubbed his body and rushed up, and with a slap of his right claw, he directly slapped the head of the knife man into his chest. Then the tiger claw buckled and pulled, and the swordsman's heavenly spirit cover shattered.

Kill one person first, but the other two also finished recovering their breath, and one left and one right pounced, and the sword light was like snow to engulf the white waves. Bai Lang didn't stop, but directly urged the internal force, and ran forward with all his light skills - the result was that the strips of cloth that were originally bandaged on his back were flying, and the wounds were cut out on his back. Bai Lang snorted, used his internal force to contract his muscles, so that the blood would not spurt out, and accelerated his speed to run.

At the moment, it is estimated that he can only fight and run, and the martial arts of the two swordsmen in front of him are not worse than him - even the one he killed probably didn't expect his golden bell jar to be so powerful, and his short sword is so thick, the blade has been damaged when he cut the short sword, and then it was broken on the skin and flesh protected by the golden bell jar, but Bai Lang's shoulder bone has also been fractured, and in the case of not being properly tied, this left hand is afraid that it is difficult to exert force.

You can only run, and you may not even be able to break through the next level that may be possible, but you may be able to manage to fight back and kill the two swordsmen on the way - if they must chase. Now Bai Lang still wants to kill the hall master with a fart, it would be good to be able to save his life, I can only hope that those disciples of the East China Sea Guantao Pavilion, Huanhua Washing Sword Gate, Murong Family, Shaolin Temple, and Medicine Valley are enough to help - he Bai Lang can't help.

Rolling and climbing all the way, Bai Lang rushed into the ridge forest on the side of the road at the highest speed, and the so-called "Martial God Hanging" accurately judged the distance and speed of the two swordsmen chasing behind him, and was ready to counterattack at any time - it would definitely not work to escape all the way.