The first to greet Bai Lang was the strong bow and heavy sword drawn by the white armor soldiers, and these skilled veterans attacked Bai Lang with direct fire instead of projectile - just him, don't expect any projectile and multiple rounds of shooting, just a direct shot at a distance of fifty paces. And depending on the situation, it should be able to shoot one round, and within thirty paces, the white-armored soldiers are still very confident in their strong bows and armor-piercing arrows - and they can also shoot at the front door.

The white waves danced the water mill purple gold hammer, swinging the heavy arrows directly, each arrow can easily penetrate the human body, and even wearing ordinary chain mail or cotton armor may be pierced. Bai Lang quickened his pace, the kung fu of the golden bell jar should be able to block the arrows passing through the armor, after all, he was wearing mountain armor and chain mail. Bai Lang, who gradually began to perform light skills, did not sprint much slower than the armored heavy cavalry, and it was no longer strange for them to watch the battle - such a brave man had great skills, and he galloped like flying in heavy armor.

It's just that they are still bitter in their mouths, and the loss this time is definitely not small, if they can keep this person, it will be fine, if they can't stay...... It's really a loss, and I have to find another way. At this time, the second round of direct shooting had been shot, and the power of this impact, Bai Lang, would also be slightly shocked when he blocked - sixty-four catties of purple gold, these white-armored soldiers in front of them still had a stone lock broadsword of similar weight when they were working hard to cultivate martial arts on weekdays, so the power of the heavy arrows they shot with all their strength now had reached a rather terrifying level.

Basically, if the Ming army was hit by an arrow, it was very likely that they would be shot through with the helmet, but Bai Lang still snapped the arrows, at least all the arrows shot at the door in front of him were knocked away. As for the body, after all, it was difficult to cover it all, and there were still a few arrows that hit. The arrow broke through the mountain armor, passed through the chain mail, and really pierced Bai Lang's flesh for a few minutes, but there was not much blood at all, but this pain still aroused Bai Lang's murderous nature, and he roared and directly accelerated his speed again.

Wielding his twin maces, Bai Lang crashed head-on into the tiger spear shield that had been erected. With a wave of a wedge, the heads of those tiger spears were discounted or simply bent from the connection, and the white-armored soldiers with guns let go in time, otherwise they were afraid that the tiger's mouth would collapse, and the white-armored soldiers with shields in both hands rushed up, shrunk behind the shield, and worked hard to squeeze the activity space of the white waves. At this time, Ge Buxian Chaoha in the back began to prepare to throw the hook and lasso, striving to trap this brave general, and then drag him to death with the horsepower of many horses.

Bai Lang roared and retreated, his thighs slammed into the shield behind him, and the power of the golden bell jar ignored the protruding thorns on the shield, and a strong force knocked the shield-wielding soldier away. The elite soldiers who formed a military formation could really withstand a fierce man like Bai Lang, at least in the first few rounds. But if Bai Lang used the speed of his feet to force this relatively clumsy formation to start rotating, then the flaw would come out.

The head of this water-mill purple gold mace was the shape of a four-edged armor-piercing cone that was not too sharp, and under the vigorous stabbing of Bai Lang, a large shield was quickly broken, but it was too late to kill this white armor soldier after all—because the other shield soldiers and the soldiers who had picked up their weapons again also surrounded them, and the lasso Bai Lang had already dodged several times. Although it was very embarrassing, these bayalas have persevered until now.

"It's time to use real skills!" Bai Lang also made up his mind. He took a long breath, his internal force sprang up, and he took a big stride, soaring into the air and stepping heavily on the shield in front of him. This step is the use of the force of the shock, the power on the shield directly into the arms of Nabayala, this shock force directly broke his arm bones, and at the same time let the shield continue to press back, directly is the sound of the Kara, the shield with the broken arms behind it, directly embedded in the chest and abdomen of the white-armored soldier.

At that time, it was blood and internal organs spraying wildly, and the whole person fell straight backwards and couldn't survive. Bai Lang took the opportunity to smash the two together, and smashed it directly. The big shield of this second shield soldier was directly smashed into huge dents and cracks - this is a heavy shield covered with iron sheets, and the dozens of pounds of things are basically scrapped after being smashed now. Then Bai Lang quickly swung the purple gold mace in his right hand again, and smashed the soldier in front of him with one blow.

Bai Lang flipped his wrist, thrust his double hammer behind his back, rubbed his body and threw himself into the pile of people who were broken, bringing a fishy wind. These elite soldiers who have practiced a military formation martial arts between the white mountains and black waters are still very familiar with this fishy wind, it is the breath of a tiger, and it is simply a living big worm that suddenly jumped into their crowd. Bai Lang's movements became very fast but extremely powerful, and his body flickered like a real tiger.

The power of the double tiger claw is not under the purple gold gong, he turned the claw into a fist, and as soon as the left claw grabbed it, someone staggered and lost his position, and the head of the tiger gun in his hand was grabbed and pulled by Bai Lang, and this sharp blade could not cut this guy's hand. In the next second, a fist burst out, directly hitting the soldier's chest, and suddenly the chest collapsed, and the back simply bulged - if it weren't for the double armor of chain mail and cotton armor, I am afraid that the bones and internal organs of this person's back would be completely exploded.

Bai Lang's footsteps paused, and as soon as his body grew up, he was already in front of Ge Buxian Chaoha behind. These armored warriors quickly threw out the hooks and lassoles in their hands, and Bai Lang's claws grabbed in the air, grabbing several hooks and lassoles in his hands. Then he exhaled and made a sound, not like a tiger roaring but like a bell, with the help of this sound, Bai Lang retracted his arms and pulled those people and horses towards him at that time.

Bai Lang pressed one by one, with the help of this pull and reactionary momentum, he jumped up directly, his arm was retracted again, and the person was in the air out of thin air, and when he stretched out again, he had already taken advantage of the momentum to make a roundabout kick. The armoured soldier on the horse didn't move so fast, and he only had time to block with the heavy sword in his hand. However, Bai Lang's legs were like cast iron, and he directly kicked and broke the heavy sword, and directly kicked the armored soldier into a strange curved ruler.

To him, these hoplites in double armor were like firewood, which could be kicked off at will. With the force on his feet, the dead Ge Buxian Chaoha fell off the horse directly, and the next moment the war horse that was frightened to run was directly broken. Bai Lang stepped on the horse's neck, and while stepping on the war horse to death, he took advantage of the situation to pounce on the second Gebu Xianchaoha-Bai Lang, who had shown his real light skills, so that these Bayala and Niu Lu Zhangjing and Paishku were completely miscalculated.