Chapter 34
There were no windows in this place, and it was unclear whether it was a house on the ground or a mausoleum underground. Judging from the stone ceiling and walls, Bai Lang was inclined to believe that it was a mausoleum. The customs of this world were the same as those of ancient China. Houses on the ground were usually built with wood and bricks, and the ones made entirely of stone were mausoleums. This was not the case with mazes underground. I'm afraid that Chinese people don't have the hobby of building mazes underground...
Everyone scattered in the courtyard to find a way out. There were only twelve hours in total, and they couldn't afford to waste them - no one wanted to bet whether the mysterious voice could "wipe them out". Bai Lang touched the wall with his hand, then he thought about it and picked up his double iron mace, swung it and smashed it against the wall. Among the people present, no one had a heavier weapon than him - to be honest, the little monk Ci'en didn't seem to have a weapon, and Ma Rulong and Mu Ronghua were holding swords, or the kind of slender scholar swords, and the girl Murong Jiuxiu was holding a short sword, and Qin Lian'er from the Medicine Valley also had no weapon.
Bai Lang is the special one... The iron mace is as thick as his wrist, with a diameter of 10 centimeters and a length of 1.2 meters. Such a clumsy weapon is in the hands of the handsome Bai Lang... Everyone thinks he should wear bright silver armor, a phoenix-wing helmet on his head, and ride a black horse under his crotch, so that he can match the complete style. If Bai Lang himself says it, "Shanwen armor is also fine."
The two iron maces smashed and poked, and soon broke the stones on the wall - yes, there was nothing behind the wall. Bai Lang was about to laugh three times, "I have broken the formation!" But suddenly a big hole appeared under his feet, and Bai Lang shouted and disappeared... Everyone looked at each other.
Bai Lang was still feeling smug the moment before, and he fell down the next second. The slide below was not straight but a curved one. He just slid down the slide, turning around and around until he was a little dizzy. Naturally, the iron mace in his hand flew away, and the short sword at his waist made him roll over a few times. If it weren't for the internal force of the Golden Bell Cover, he would have been hit on the wall and the slide and had his face bruised and his muscles and bones broken. "Fortunately, the iron mace was not tied to my wrist with a belt, otherwise I would have fallen even harder."
After sliding for an unknown amount of time, Bai Lang, with disheveled hair, rolled out of a hole with a cry of "Ah!" He fell down more than ten meters and fell headfirst into the water. "Fuck!" Bai Lang climbed out of the water, wiped the water off his face, and looked up to see a sinkhole. It turned out to be a pool of water under the sinkhole. As for the depth, Bai Lang had just measured it with his body, and it was about five or six meters deep. However, this sinkhole is probably not more than thirty meters deep, but a hundred feet deep. It has a small mouth and a large bottom, just like a pot. The mouth of the sinkhole is full of vines, but the sun can still shine down, so it is not dark at all.
"Let's crawl out along this path. There are only twelve hours left, and I still have to kill that guy. If there's not enough time, I have to kill him..." Bai Lang started to climb while muttering. In just three sticks of incense, with the help of the power and reaction speed brought by the Golden Bell Cover and the 32-Move Long Fist Tiger Form True Meaning, he had already climbed out of the tiankeng. Standing on the edge of the tiankeng, looking out, there were continuous mountains in front of him. He had no idea which direction the Shaolin Temple was in, and which direction the Sutra Repository was in.
The double iron maces were gone, and they were stuck in some corner of the slide. "Damn it, I lost them before I even warmed them up!" Bai Lang cursed again. He didn't know which direction to go, so he just chose a direction that looked convenient to walk in. "I can only hope those people are strong." In fact, Bai Lang still didn't understand why this place treated him like this. Could it be that smashing the wall would trigger a mechanism? And this mechanism was right under his feet?
Don’t think too much. It will make you nervous. What you need to think about now is how to get to your destination. The first thing you need to do is ask for directions.
Just as Bai Lang was breaking through the vines and bushes in the forest like a wave and coming to the main road, he ran into a group of guys holding knives and swords, with rat-like faces and obviously not good people. Bai Lang was handsome and handsome. Although his clothes were a little torn by the bushes and his hair was messy and uncombed due to rolling all the way, he looked like a gentleman. So when the group saw him, they immediately shouted, "There is a spy! He must be trying to harm the hall master!"
Before Bai Lang could understand what was happening, the gang had already rushed forward with their weapons in hand. "Hey! Where's the code of conduct? Didn't we agree to fight one-on-one?" Bai Lang felt that the code of conduct of these gang members was really bad, just like the thugs under his command. They would fight in a group but never fight one-on-one. If they met a tough opponent - of course, they hadn't met one yet, but if they did, they would definitely abandon , and some might even kneel down and call him grandpa or grandma.
The skills of these people in front of him should be much better than the thugs he brought with him. Bai Lang didn't feel scared - it was too late to be scared, but he felt very excited. After practicing the Golden Bell Cover, he had never really fought in such a situation - attacking those soldiers was a sure-kill sneak attack, not counting "This is a real martial arts fight, wow, here I come!" Bai Lang also roared like a tiger, first raised his momentum, then drew out a half-length broadsword and rushed over.
This sword is best paired with a shield, but it doesn't matter. This thing is quite thick, with six polished edges, and it's heavy enough - it was originally unnecessary, but Bai Lang specifically asked the blacksmith to make it like this, otherwise no blacksmith would make a sword several centimeters thick. This thing is more like a sword-shaped axe than a sword... Anyway, it's mainly used for stabbing, and because of the angle of the blade, it's better for chopping trees, but it's also enough to kill someone if it hits something.
The seven or eight people who rushed over from the other side had weapons in their hands that were truly suitable for martial arts fighting, such as long swords and single knives. Some of them even used soft whips. Bai Lang held a sword in his right hand and a tiger claw in his left hand, and rushed in with an angry roar. He didn't ask why the other party came to chop people, he just fought anyway. Each of the opponents had internal strength, and the internal strength in the swords and knives was hot, cold, and even poisonous - Bai Lang smelled a fishy smell, sweet and sticky. "Good man! You actually put poison on the weapon!"
Bai Lang was like a fierce tiger, the dagger was his fang, and he used his inner strength of the Golden Bell to stab everywhere - his current Golden Bell skill was probably not enough to block the opponent's sword, so he had to use it to attack. The dagger was like a meteor, piercing through the guy in front who was blocking with his sword. The knife was broken, and the tip of the sword protruded directly from behind the man. The blacksmith also used folding forging to make a dagger. Although it was just ordinary iron, the thickness made it very durable.
