Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 823
Fight against three lilies? "Damn, does this look like he can fight against Sanbaihe? I only have a knife in my hand and return it to Fantie!" Bailang cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.The place where corpses are erected on the battlefield, it is not always possible that when someone comes with a knife and gun, you still shout wait a minute!Isn't the master's weapon handy?

Bai Lang had a violent attack, this person was like a king of the White Tiger Star, seeing the Great God of the Three Altars Haihui approached with a gun, Bai Lang also roared for dozens of miles, and he held a knife with both hands and chopped the tip of the gun with one blow.So the knife in his hand was directly shattered into powder, but fortunately, the Fantie slowed down the flaming spear after all - Bailang's golden bell cover played a miraculous effect.

Afterwards, Bailang's hands were like spears and halberds, and he launched the Nandou White Tiger Fist with all his strength, facing the Huojian spear with a sharp sound of howling wind and tiger roaring, and he had to hit the gun from the side-with Bailang's bravery, he dared not The fleshy palm of the golden bell cover to try to see how sharp the blade of the fire point gun is.With one blow, the fire-pointed spear was swung away, and Bai Lang rubbed his body like a big worm, pressing his claws directly towards Nezha.

This Nezha also swung the barrel of the gun horizontally to block Bailang's left hand's tearing grab, but he couldn't stop the half-clawed blow with his right hand.Huntian Ling was torn to pieces, but most of the strength of the claws had already been consumed by the effect of the treasure that was so close to the horizon. Although the remaining claws hit the child's body, they could no longer break through the defense.

"Sure enough." The fire-pointed spear was flung at Bailang's side, and there was also a sound of Hong Zhong Dalu, which was caused by the magic power of the golden bell cover blocking the aftermath of the fire-pointed spear.After the first move, the two of them buried their heads in the kill and didn't say much. Nezha is also a martial art that he has practiced in subduing monsters for many years. He can use a sharp gun with eyebrows to the top, and he can handle the gun freely in a square inch. This is already better than that of Shi Dalang. Hundred times stronger.

And Bai Lang is sharp all over his body, his hands and legs are like heavy hammers, axes, spears, and halberds. When he fights alone, there are countless ghosts howling and cheering. The distracted crying and howling could arouse the evil spirit in Bai Lang's body, and he watched a huge white tiger take shape to fight against Nezha.

It's just that although Bailang's aura is great, he is actually being pressed and beaten by Nezha. The protective energy formed by the golden bell cover magic power was pierced by Nezha's attack not once or twice, but he recovered his energy very quickly, and he was broken as soon as he broke. Supplement—at this time, his golden bell cover has already been completed, and he has stepped into the peak realm, and there is no need to break it and then erect it.

At this time, the robe on Bailang's body was already in tatters, he tore off the clothes on his upper body casually, and only wore a pair of trousers underneath, fighting fiercely with the third prince in front of him, and the heavenly soldiers and generals had already started to surround him. "Disadvantages! I'm afraid I'm going to go to prison!" Bailang lamented in his heart, he had never been in prison in his life, he was not the kind of old-fashioned guy like his master.

Baboon Zhou has more or less entered the palace, and has spent half his life in the bitter kiln. The problem is that Bailang is a virgin. He doesn't want to stay in the kiln for a day, but this guy doesn't want to betray his master—in fact, he can't sell anything. Method.It is useless to beg for mercy now, if it is useful, it will not be Nezha calling things out.
Just as there was nowhere, there was another thunderclap in the sky, "Wahahaha! Why does the third prince bully my weak disciple! Come, come, I will fight with you for [-] rounds!" A Zhou Shubi ghost appeared on the stage.And this monster is indeed straightforward, as soon as it came out, a King Kong Guolie's hand knife separated the third prince and Bailang.

After that, Zhou Shubi blasted out a light bomb, and the man followed the bomb, and directly killed the third prince Nezha.As soon as the Three Dao Beng Fist came out, the Third Prince Nezha was directly beaten into the sky by him, "Third Prince, you can't do it! Let Yang Erlang come!" After finishing speaking, Zhou Shubi raised Bailang next to him with one hand, "Let's go!"

After a while, Bailang became dizzy, and found himself on some unknown mountain top. He was lying on the ground, and beside him was a rogue master Zhou Shubi. The baboon was swallowing a cigar with a serious face. Clouds and fog.Seeing this guy turn his palm, another cigar appeared. "Come on! Take a sip to calm yourself down."

Bailang sat up from the ground, took the cigar with a pinch of his fingers and lit one end, twisted his fingers at the other end to cut off a section, put the whole cigar in his mouth and took a deep breath. When the smoke was exhaled , Bailang has also fully recovered. "This happened? What's wrong with you?" Bailang's tone was a bit uncomfortable.

The baboon smiled bravely, "I don't know, anyway, do Tianting and Xixi need a reason to seek me out?" "Now you've gained a lot of fame, what should I do?" Bailang blew out a ring of smoke fiercely and said, "What should I do? Cold salad. But apprentice, you let me down. After so much time in practice, this is all you can do? It's embarrassing to be beaten by the third prince." The baboon said without shame.

"That's right, you have reached this level. Unlike the master and I, you are not a body and soul. You still have to hide your real body, and your soul projection travels around the sky and ten thousand realms to practice and comprehend." Zhou Baboon said with a puff of smoke, "Let me, master, help you!"

Bailang was still a little confused, "Damn my martial arts is enough, if it weren't for you, a bastard, how could I be noticed by the cop?" He thought, "Help me? Help me enter the bitter kiln?" The baboon raised his big fist, Bailang felt bad. "Qiao! Bridge bean sack!" Bailang shouted, but saw a big fist getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't know anything after his eyes went dark.

When Bailang regained consciousness and woke up, he found himself suspended in the air, sitting cross-legged with his arms folded. When he looked down, he saw the baboon showing the posture of a six-foot-long monster, and the terrifying gorilla held him in one hand. Bailang's body "Wait! Fucking Lao Tzu's body!" Bailang suddenly realized that he was actually a ghost, and a thin thread connected the sleeping body. "Don't be childish!" the baboon laughed, "I'll hide your body right now, as long as they can't hold your body, they won't be able to catch you—do you really think this is a real soul? Haha Haha, it’s actually a virtual one. Just play a virtual game, don’t say I’m not protecting you, master, this trace of true energy can still be taken away and used as a cheat, hahahahaha.”

After finishing speaking, he immediately pinched Bailang's so-called soul and body in the palm of his hand, and just let the body go, he didn't know where he was going.

(End of this chapter)