This was when Gao Shun's skill reached its peak, he suddenly attacked and killed his master - more than one.c,■o↑Bai Lang saw four people falling from the sky, four people dressed in special clothes and wearing masks. There were men and women, and there were old and young masks. "No one can recognize him, and the ghost knows who they are." Bai Lang murmured, and he looked at the four people and said loudly, "You are all? Who are you?"

These four people fell to the ground, but they were on the river surface, just like standing on the ground. The four innate masters gave Bai Lang a strong oppressiveness. These four bastards didn't say a word, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Bai Lang. "The atmosphere became more and more tense, and it seemed that they were going to kill me to the scum." Bai Lang curled his lips, and the strong man said it unconsciously - to be honest, he was a little nervous.

When facing the boss, there was no time to be nervous, and only the four masters of the same level who seemed to be killing him would make Bai Lang feel nervous. It seems that he was going to start a fight, and there was no need to ask the reason if he got it - asking is going to start a fight.

The four people moved, and the roar of Bailang tiger, and the violent wind blade erupted around the body. The white tiger roared to the sky, and the golden bell cover magic power was fully activated. Bailang simply turned into a squatting tiger, and his internal strength was deeply restrained and he was able to counterattack. If he didn't do this, he would be beaten up if he didn't do it properly. It would be better to take a defensive counterattack first.

Sure enough, the sword light and the petals, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and even the mysterious and unknowable strange palace directly collected the white waves. As a result, the palace was broken under the recoil of the white waves, the sword light scattered and the petals shattered. 6, □≠o Bailang's white tiger's body cracked directly, and at the same time, he spitted out a mouthful of blood. "It's not good to practice this skill, you have to be beaten the most poisonous." Bailang's white tiger's armor was broken so badly that it seemed that it could not recover for a while.

Bai Lang's recoil only shattered the aftermath of these people's attack. It was entirely up to the protective energy and strong body that Bai Lang withstood the combined attack of the four people. "Such external skills is already amazing." The person wearing a young mask and dressed in armor and generals said. "No wonder" the woman wearing a beautiful mask and dressed in long-sleeved floating woman only said these two words.

Bai Lang took a long breath, and his joints exploded. He directly returned his breath and pushed the Nandou White Tiger Fist to the highest level - he had no chance of winning at four or one, so he could only fight first. If he turned around and ran away, he would probably be chased to death very cowardly. In this case, Bai Lang would definitely fight to the death, and maybe he could escape - for example, Yuyu suddenly pulled him. The four of them came up to siege, without the style of a congenital master at all.

Bai Lang cheered up his spirits and relied on his horizontal practice to practice magic skills. He used his fists, palms, legs and feet to force the opponent's sword weapons. When blocking, there was also a sound of gold and iron. The sword light and sword shadows and the roaring and bursting force of the white tiger were not only the sandbank under his feet, but the entire river surface of dozens of miles was completely wrapped in the wind blade, sword light, sword energy, the petals and the air waves. There were also a lot of palaces in the sky that directly suppressed them down, and the entire seventy-two islands in the middle of the river began to fall apart.

The people above could not cry even if they cried - because when the illusion of the palace in the sky fell, they had already turned into servants or palace maids who swept the courtyard in the palace - their vitality was gone at that moment. This magical skill also suppressed Bai Lang, as if a thousand pounds were pressing on Bai Lang, and at the same time, they kept tearing his soul to make him the lord of a certain palace. Even the illusion of the white tiger was attacked by the gods flying out of the palace.

As for the sword light and sword intent, this is not a big deal - not only slashes the body but also the soul. The petals also contain highly poisonous, and the white tiger is almost turning into a black tiger.

Bai Lang's body was dyed red with blood at this moment. Even the flesh and blood energy cast like steel and iron was broken by his opponent, who was also a congenital master. The sword had already left many wounds on him, especially some of the places where the sword was cut. "The vitality has not been lost! You can still fight!" Bai Lang thought gritted his teeth and thought. The four people who fought against him did not get any benefits. The Southern Dou White Tiger Fist was shrill and fierce, and the energy turned into a wind blade to cover all directions.

The fists and feet were like long qiāng halberds, giant axes and long swords. Their power was extremely powerful and powerful, which was the ultimate of external kung fu. The young "military general" who used the sword had a little bent, and the blade was like a serrated tooth and many cracked gaps were created by Bai Lang's flesh and fist palms. He was also injured, and Bai Lang tore up the armor on his body - the armor that could avoid the sword and sword of the sword, and even several parts of him looked like broken bones and tendons were destroyed - blood was leaking under the man's mask.

The civil servant who used the sword dressed up the old man with a mask. The sword was bald, the tip of the sword was broken, and one arm had fallen down. The woman was hiding behind her, and there were several wounds cut by the wind blade. They were all the wounds that were cut by the wind blade. They were all the ones with the lightest injuries. As for the man with his palms as if the sky had turned into a middle-aged man's mask with a divine mind, his robe had been torn to pieces, and there were still claws with deep bones on his shoulders - but this person was full of true energy, and he was the strongest among Bai Lang's enemies.

Since Bai Lang practiced the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist, he was like a tiger. The heavier the injury, the more he was, the more he was, the more he was, the more powerful he was in the fighting spirit, and the stronger his explosive combat power was - not to mention the new "Guixian Liusaiya Killing Method", which is also a guy with the heavier injury. There is a name for martial arts throughout the journey, that is, the skill of killing the wolf - the first-class and dangerous killing magical skill, and the record of defeating the strong with weak is the most achieved with such martial arts.

However, practicing this martial arts is that there are few people who fight for life, and it is difficult to practice. The third is that most people who practice this martial arts are short-lived. Therefore, there are not many people in the world who truly practice this kind of magical skills to the peak. Now Bailang is one.

"Good Kung Fu, if you don't die, I'm afraid you will be the one who kills the stars on the human list." The middle-aged man didn't even care about the injuries on his body. He just kept making handprints with his palms, making the nine-level palace more clear and brighter. Bai Lang thought of the other three innate masters among the water thieves. At this moment, he didn't appear, probably because he had 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 people - these four did not dare to surround Bai Lang, because the white tiger could have broken through the siege at all costs.

They don't want to die.

Bailang's blood dripped on the ground, and each drop of blood brought a small whirlwind, causing the river to generate a whirlpool - yes, the sandbank had already sunk, Bailang was forcibly standing on the river with his internal strength of lightness, but he was flooded to his knees, and only the swordsman was not even better than him - that guy drowned his butt11
Chapter completed!