Chapter 36
The Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Training of the Golden Bell Cover is a miraculous way to resist blows, but it is definitely not as effective as the Immortal Changchun Kungfu for healing. If it were that kind of martial arts, the shallower wounds on Bai Lang's body would have scabbed over by now. Bai Lang had been walking along the road for half an hour. The guys originally occupied a pavilion, but Bai Lang's reasoning failed and he had no idea which direction to go. In the end, he chose a direction to go outside the mountain. At least it was easier to walk.
At present, there was no one on the road. Bai Lang felt more and more uncertain as he walked. "I don't know what happened to those guys..." Thinking of this, his ears moved slightly, and he immediately slowed down his pace and slid to the side with his light skills. After hiding his figure, Bai Lang slowly moved in the shadows. After bypassing a rock, he saw another pavilion on the road in the distance. As usual, there were six martial artists holding swords in it.
"I'm not sure now. Is this the right direction? I can't just walk over there brazenly...if I want to catch someone alive." Bai Lang looked at the cloth strips wrapped all over his body and weighed the sword in his hand. "There's no place to hide here. I can't sneak past them. If I fight head-on and these guys have the same martial arts as the ones before me, I might have to return." Bai Lang was really unsure what to do. In the end, he decided to wait for a while.
These people were not military warriors, and their discipline was probably not very good. They were drinking and eating meat in the pavilion, and chattering. Bai Lang focused his power on his ears, but because of the distance, he could not hear clearly. However, the behavior of one of them made him overjoyed. "Master... Shaolin Temple..." Although he only heard these few words, the direction pointed by the man's finger made Bai Lang know the correct direction - it was indeed in the mountains.
Bai Lang cursed himself for being lazy, "I should have gone to the mountains earlier. Isn't it true that temples prefer to be built in the mountains?" In fact, it is true that temples prefer to be built in the city, so that they can make money quickly. Bai Lang changed direction silently. This time he directly used Qinggong, and did not care about the loss of internal strength, and rushed to the other side of the road. After using Qinggong, 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. While gaining the ability that is almost like combat intuition, the vigor and roundness of his internal energy has also improved. This time, while performing Qinggong, his internal energy circulated and replenished naturally, reaching the level of endless vitality. However, Bai Lang also knows that this is limited. As long as there is no bridge to communicate with the sky and the earth to continuously replenish himself with the vitality between the sky and the earth, in his current situation, as long as the food in his stomach is digested, he will basically not recover that quickly.
Taking advantage of not being hungry, Bai Lang ran quickly on the road. With his flying skill, he only needed to touch the ground with his toes, and he could fly forward almost two meters like gliding at low altitude. This speed was not much slower than that of an ordinary horse. Soon he passed the pavilion where he killed all the people, and walked all the way into the mountains. However, soon another pavilion appeared, and there were three swordsmen inside.
Bai Lang smiled, stopped to adjust his breathing, and walked towards the three swordsmen with big strides. With swords in hand, the other party also knew that it was a life-and-death battle, and they also took out their swords and came out of the pavilion, walking towards Bai Lang in a V-shaped shape. Everyone took the opportunity to adjust their breathing and circulate their internal energy to prepare for the battle. After getting close to a certain extent, they all roared and rushed forward.
Bai Lang used his inner strength to penetrate his arms, and in the process of impact, he made a big loop, and his sword and knife directly formed a circle of arc light, which rolled up the dazzling silver light and enveloped the two swordsmen. However, with the strong recoil and explosion, the two swordsmen were just staggered away - they blocked Bai Lang's attack with their own swords, and it can be said that they were unharmed except for being blown away.
Bai Lang paused for a moment, and the last swordsman took the opportunity to rush forward and slashed at him. This sword was like a thunderbolt, and it seemed that he was going to cut Bai Lang in two. Bai Lang roared like a tiger and threw away the swords in his hands. He drew out his short sword and used his internal force to block. The internal force of the Golden Bell Cover was good in this way. After the recoil, the energy recovered very quickly, just like the sound of a bell after it was struck.
Although his short sword was quite thick, it was just a general folding forge. The sword of the man in front of him seemed to be better. The sword technique was extremely powerful, and the internal force added to it was even more sharp. However, the internal strength of the Golden Bell Cover was not to be underestimated. This sword directly cut off the short sword, and at the same time cut Bai Lang's shoulder. Then the sword broke after entering the flesh three-quarters. Bai Lang was injured again, this time it was considered quite serious. One of his left arms might not be able to be used for the time being. He roared and rushed forward, and with a slap of his right claw, he directly slapped the swordsman's head into his chest. Then the tiger claw buckled and pulled, and the swordsman's top of the head was broken.
He killed one person first, but the other two also recovered their energy, and rushed over from the left and right, with the sword light like snow, trying to engulf Bai Lang. Bai Lang did not stop, but directly urged his internal force and ran forward with all his strength - the result was that the bandages on his back fluttered, and his back was cut with wounds. Bai Lang snorted, used his internal force to contract his muscles to prevent the blood from spurting out, and quickened his speed to run.
He could only fight and run now, as the martial arts of the two swordsmen in front of him were no worse than his - even the one he killed probably didn't expect that his Golden Bell Cover would be so effective. Moreover, his dagger was so thick that the blade was , and then shattered on the flesh protected by the Golden Bell Cover. However, Bai Lang's shoulder bone was also fractured, and without being aligned and tied properly, he would find it difficult to exert force with his left hand.
He could only run away, and might not even be able to break through the next level, but he might be able to counterattack and kill the two swordsmen on the way - if they were determined to chase him. Now Bai Lang still had no intention of killing that hall master, and it would be good enough if he could save his own life. He could only hope that the disciples of Donghai Guantao Pavilion, Huanhua Xijian Sect, Murong Family, Shaolin Temple, and Medicine Valley would be strong enough - he, Bai Lang , could not help.
Bai Lang rolled and crawled all the way, rushing into the forest on the ridge beside the road at the highest speed, while 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 was definitely not possible to escape all the way.
