Bai Lang looked at the boat. It was only two meters long and could only accommodate a boatman and two or three passengers. It was probably a fishing boat that could only be used for fishing. At the moment when the boat was about to hit, Bai Lang stepped back a few steps. "If there is gunpowder, it will be difficult to deal with if it explodes." Bai Lang never thought that a hero in the martial arts world would not be able to get gunpowder. Nowadays, as long as you have money, it is not a problem to steal and sell the gunpowder in the arsenal.
However, if they wanted to use the gunpowder in the arsenal ... those who dared to use it were indeed very brave - only God knew whether the quality of the gunpowder in the arsenal was usable, and from what Bai Lang thought, most of it was damp or even mixed with mud. In comparison, if they could buy gunpowder from the Tartars, it would probably be more reliable... Bai Lang looked at the boat below - not surprisingly, the small boat did not bounce off when it hit the official ship, because there was an iron hook on the bow that firmly nailed it when it hit.
Then, not surprisingly, the boat caught fire, and the flames spread quickly. Bai Lang sniffed, "It's really gunpowder, but it's not explosive. They want to assassinate me with this? Aren't they too simple-minded?" Bai Lang shouted to the people below, "Bring me an iron rod!" After saying that, he turned over from the second floor and jumped to the first floor. Bai Lang reached out to take the iron rod, and hit it hard from the side, breaking the fire boat, but the rear side of the official ship's hull was already on fire.
So the crew quickly used buckets and pumps to draw river water to put out the fire, while Bai Lang stood aside and watched. As he watched, his flaming eyebrows moved slightly, and a smile appeared at the corners of Bai Lang's mouth. The next moment, he turned around suddenly and grabbed the knife that was stabbing at him. "I'll be waiting for you..." Bai Lang's voice was not loud, and even had a low purring sound, just like .
The power of the Thirteen Guardians' Golden Bell Cover was gathered in the palm of his hand. The bandage on the palm was not even broken, and the tip of the knife could not pierce it. It shouldn't be like this. Now it seems that Bai Lang has really made a breakthrough. He has already achieved the achievement of releasing the inner energy. In fact, he has been able to do it a little. The clothes swelled after he used the magic skill. But at that time, the swollen clothes would lose the power, and they would still be damaged when they were cut by a sharp blade. And now...
The one who stabbed Bai Lang with a knife was a young woman. Bai Lang blinked his eyes, "I remember you, a woman dressed as a man... Who is that 'little apprentice' from Huashan to you?" Bai Lang had learned from Qin Wujiu that General Yuan was his little apprentice nephew, the youngest disciple of his master's senior brother, and the merchant and the middle-aged man he killed were also disciples of his master's senior brother. Qin Wujiu was still sighing, it seemed that he was not completely ungrateful to the people of Huashan...
Bai Lang is not a man who sympathizes with women. Would the person who wants to assassinate him escape because she is a beautiful woman? Bai Lang did not think of himself as a dog. He sneered, and the knife was twisted like a twist by the twisting claws. Of course, the female assassin's knuckles also broke. The next moment, Bai Lang was going to smash the female assassin's head to pieces. However, he did not do it because of a sword light - a sword light like a raging wave.
"Good swordsmanship..." Bai Lang pulled back his hand and slapped out a palm, which was powerful and domineering, while protecting himself and retreating a few steps. In front of him was an old man, with a straight body, white beard and white hair, and a long sword in his hand radiating dazzling sword light - this was not because the sword was a precious sword, but because the old man's internal force turned into sword energy, turning this ordinary long sword into a magic weapon.
Bai Lang's expression was still very serious. "Great swordsmanship!" he repeated. "The contemporary Huashan Sect Leader..." Bai Lang said, "Are you here to avenge your disciple? What a pity, maybe Huashan will be expelled!" Bai Lang looked at the old man in front of him dangerously - at least in Qin Wujiu's popular lectures on martial arts, the leader of the Huashan Sect may be the one with the highest martial arts skills in the world. Of course, Bai Lang did not point out the fallacy in this, "Aren't you known as the number one martial artist in Huashan?"
This was probably true, because Bai Lang had never fought with Mr. Qin. However, Mr. Qin gave him a gentle feeling, not as sharp as the old man in front of him. "Huashan Hunyuan Gong, maybe Mr. Qin's cultivation is even deeper..." He said softly, and the old man just said, "My disciple was killed by you, today is the day of revenge!"
At this time, another woman appeared, knocked the female assassin to the ground, and quickly retreated with her. Of course, she still looked at Bai Lang with hatred. Of course, a third woman also appeared. This was a middle-aged woman. When she saw Bai Lang, she wanted to rush over and fight for her life. However, the old man shouted, "Take the others away! Don't stay and don't seek revenge - at least not now!"
Bai Lang did not stop them from leaving. He crossed his arms and watched the women put down the boat calmly. "There is no need to stop them. If you don't want to die, these women are very skilled in martial arts." Bai Lang said to the people on the official boat, and at the same time signaled Eunuch Cao not to stop them. Eunuch Cao looked at the old man and smiled bitterly. "The head of Huashan is in front of you... Never mind, it's okay to let them go first!"
Eunuch Cao didn't seem to want to join Bai Lang in attacking the head of Huashan. Bai Lang understood this idea very well - Eunuch Cao was a delicate and precious man, and his position was already very high. It was okay for him to fight for the emperor, but it was not okay for him to fight for Bai Lang. In this regard, Bai Lang didn't need Eunuch Cao to take action anyway. He put down his arms and stretched them for a while, then walked directly towards the old man.
His steps were gentle and silent but full of power. As he walked, Bai Lang's muscles were visibly shaking. He stared at the head of Huashan like a huge cat. In just a moment, Bai Lang suddenly stopped, but his body was slightly lowered. The next moment, Bai Lang went from being motionless to thunder, and pounced on the old man in front of him like lightning, bringing with him a fishy wind and boundless murderous aura.
Holding the original and guarding the oneness, with a sincere and calm mind, the old man raised his sword to the sky, and then stabbed Bai Lang straight with a Zhongping sword. The sword made a hissing sound, and the sword could actually emit a three-inch and three-point sword energy, and stabbed at Bai Lang who had turned into a tiger with an unstoppable momentum. A tiger roared, and Bai Lang slapped out a palm, and then another palm. The short distance of two meters was passed in the blink of an eye. Bai Lang slapped out three lightning-fast palms, and the superposition of power and the strange roar met the sword.