Chapter 37
Counterattack is not easy. The distance between the two swordsmen is very good. They don't seem to rush forward and give Bai Lang a chance to defeat them one by one. What else can we do? Let's run first. If we hope to get farther away, the men will have to return to the pavilion to guard the road due to their duties. "But it seems that these two people are determined to kill me." Bai Lang thought while urging the flying light skill on the grass.
Now you should feel that the internal force of the Golden Bell Cover is really good. The internal force is strong and powerful. Although it cannot speed up the light work, it can make it longer. However, Bai Lang now feels that it would be great if he had the purple cloud magic that is continuous and endless, and then comes like purple clouds covering the sky and the earth. This will definitely have a miraculous effect on the self-generation of internal force. Now he already feels that the internal force of the Golden Bell Cover is gradually starting to be a little unsustainable.
His internal strength was still strong, but his foundation was gradually depleted, and the new energy could no longer make up for the loss. "I can only grit my teeth and persevere. If I counterattack...if I fail, I will definitely not be able to escape, so it's better to run." Bai Lang was also clear-headed and knew that the best option at the moment was to escape. As for completing the mission, that would be discussed later. Besides, he was not the only one who had to work hard, right?
And this man also had a bit of luck, he always felt that this didn't seem to be the style of Yuyu, maybe there were other ways. In front of him was a cliff, Bai Lang felt that his chance had come. The two swordsmen behind him seemed to have practiced the kind of rapid burst of internal force martial arts, and their current situation seemed to be worse than his, at least in terms of the long-term strength of Qinggong, but the two still maintained a distance, and Bai Lang did not dare to counterattack.
"The law of not dying after jumping off a cliff!" Bai Lang shouted, and jumped down without stopping. The swordsman behind him stopped...
"They didn't come down! Good! It's time for me to save myself!" Bai Lang also used all the internal force of the Golden Bell Cover, poured it into his hands, completely ignoring the injury on his left shoulder, and punched the cliff one by one, making holes in the cliff one by one, successfully reducing his falling speed. And the most fortunate thing was that he found a platform halfway down, and there was a half-deep cave where the platform was recessed.
Bai Lang fell heavily on the platform and rolled into the cave. He also groaned. If the Golden Bell Cover had not broken the first level, he would have broken more than a dozen bones. But now it was just a little bruised. This time, the wound on Bai Lang's body that had been bandaged broke, and blood flowed out again. The injury on his shoulder was also uncontrollable, and blood flowed down his body and arm.
Bai Lang touched the wound on his left shoulder with his right hand, gritted his teeth and straightened the bone, then fixed it with a cloth strip while sweating coldly - his clothes were torn again. This guy fell this time, and finally used his true energy to protect himself, and almost exhausted the internal force of the Golden Bell Cover. After treating himself a little, Bai Lang couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
When he woke up, it was already dark. His injuries had not improved, and some of them even felt hot and numb. "Hmph, this is troublesome. The wounds are not in good condition." Bai Lang tried to gather his internal strength , but found that the Qi in his Dantian was scattered and could not be gathered at all. Bai Lang let out a long breath, calmed down and slowly guided the Qi to circulate. The first step was to walk the small circulation, gathering the scattered Qi in the Ren Meridian bit by bit, and guiding it back to the Dantian.
He slowly gathered his Qi, and when he finally gathered all the Qi in his meridians, it was already very dark. His condition was naturally not very good, and he started to have a fever. He had not eaten for a day and a night, and had fought several battles and lost a lot of blood, so he was completely thirsty. Fortunately, there was a trace of water vapor condensing into water droplets in the shade on the cave wall. Bai Lang licked the small stream of water formed by the water droplets and finally quenched his thirst, but he couldn't do anything about hunger.
After the Qi was gathered, his spirit was lifted, and the internal force of the Golden Bell was activated, and the wounds were tightened to stop the blood that was slowly seeping out. "It's definitely too late..." Bai Lang didn't feel any grief or anger, but instead felt a sense of unreality. He touched the jade fish, "Is this the second time I was hit like this?" Just as he thought of this, a voice came, "Kill Cao Yuqing, the mission is over, start to return."
Bai Lang's eyes blurred and he fainted again.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a palace. Outside the palace was a vast cloud of mist, and he could not see anything. The people who had separated from him before had also stood up from the ground of the palace. Seeing Bai Lang, they smiled as if they had survived a disaster. The conditions of these people were not good. Mu Ronghua had a broken arm, Ma Rulong was covered in blood, Murong Jiuxiu had half of his body burned by fire, and Qin Lian'er looked the best, except that she was pale.
"Where's the little monk?" Bai Lang's body was wrapped in cloth strips, and blood was seeping out of the cloth strips everywhere. His condition was not good. "Dead." Ma Rulong said a little depressed. Bai Lang was about to speak, but he heard the voice from the palace again, "Successfully returned, start medical treatment." A number "one thousand" suddenly appeared in front of Bai Lang's eyes, but he couldn't see other people's eyes. He could only see other people's eyes, and they should be looking in front of them. "Yes, this kind of number may be the score of passing a level, which is available in the infinite flow. Of course, it is personal privacy."
Then a beam of light enveloped him, and then he watched the number of one thousand begin to roll over, "It's deducted quite quickly!" Bai Lang muttered. But after looking at the number carefully, a voice echoed in his ears, "The basic reward for the trial is one thousand." Bai Lang said "uh", but it was not good to shout why the people I killed didn't count? The wound felt as if it was wrapped in warm water, and the pain disappeared. When the score became eight hundred, the beam of light disappeared, and Bai Lang could move freely.
The others were also cured. Murong Jiuxiu quickly took out a mirror and looked at himself from left to right, while Mu Ronghua also touched his arm, excited. Now that they were all cured, the voice sounded again. "The time of the next mission is to be determined. Now you can trade." Then a piece of jade in the palace lit up, and many words were projected in the air. Bai Lang looked at it casually and knew that he probably couldn't afford any of them, because the number behind it was at least four digits - Arabic numerals were also used here.
Forget about martial arts manuals, the lowest one is also four digits. Then look at the magic pills, "Hahaha," Bai Lang laughed, "I can't afford it!" They also start from four digits, "Okay, let's take a look at weapons... Oh, there are things I can afford!" It's faster to read this kind of list from the back to the front, so Bai Lang quickly found a suitable weapon, "Water-ground purple gold mace, three feet six inches long, weighing 8864 kilograms. It's a four-sided mace again, and the mace head is an armor-piercing cone. Not bad, not bad, this pair of maces only costs eight hundred... Forget it, the wind blows away the eggshell and the money is gone, but the people are happy!"
Without thinking twice, he bought the pair of purple gold maces. A flash of light appeared, and a deer antler rack appeared on the ground, on which were the two maces. Bai Lang picked up one in each hand, and was quite satisfied with the weight. In addition, the purple gold maces glowed dark golden light under the light, and they looked very good.
