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

Chapter 835

"Hey, this is life and death. The yelling of mere bastards is a fart." The migrant worker Bailang still squatted there and just pretended not to hear, but his face was simple and vile, and he had a black skin and a hammer. The temperament of running away.What kind of master is he? Bailang knows the people in front of him very well. The level of Chengdu martial arts is just like this. He should be able to kill through a street.

Now it seems that the other party is obviously going to become angry from embarrassment, because there is no one who "doesn't know what to do" to stand up and do what to do, making him like a clown on the stage, his mentality collapsed.However, this person's martial arts is not low, and he can be regarded as quite fierce among everyone present - Lei Gong Eighteen Dozens is not a fake style.But the tortoise didn't come out, so he couldn't get it out. "Look! I'm in a hurry! He's in a hurry! These few are in a hurry!"

Bailang didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement. He squatted there and used the skill of sound transmission to speak. This skill is good because it can shift the voice of the voice by two or three meters. Sure enough, this buddy is crazy, "The temper is so hot If you say that Lei Gong is not bad, I haven't heard him speak Hakka, and Hai Lufeng won't go to Chengdu to make a living." Bailang watched this guy jump out of the hall like crazy.

Those outside the hall are all low-hands sent by other forces, who stand outside to fill up the atmosphere, and Bailang is also mixed in. Because of his abundant migrant worker temperament, no one asks him where you come from, buddy.

As soon as this Thunderbolt guy came out, there was a total chaos outside, some shouted and some begged for mercy—the one who begged for mercy was that this person was shrouded in Thunderbolt's attack.Fortunately, this "expert" didn't really want to kill anyone. He stared and looked around threateningly, "He must be a relative of the South Sea Crocodile God—it's a pity that the four villains don't seem to be famous yet?" The IQ is really cute, Bailang just squatted like this and watched this guy come out and play with prestige before going back.

Bai Lang had a half-smile, and then watched the conversation among them, "It's a pity that they are all old men, not a single pretty girl." Seeing that this group of people seemed not ready to fight, each took a step back and praised each other, Let's talk about it.Bailang used to be a thug in a dental shop in his early years, and he had seen many real gangsters, and Bailang's talk was the same as that of the gangster, which really made this man laugh.

"Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be the same in the officialdom?" Bailang walked outside slowly, holding the dog's head in his hands and shrinking his neck, looking more and more old-fashioned.Finally, the clothes on his body are clean and not torn, otherwise he will really become a Baleno hero.

Chengdu Mansion is the only important place in the middle of Sichuan. In terms of prosperity, only Ziliujing can compare with it.There are many religions and streams in this place, and the affairs of the rivers and lakes are being refurbished day by day——Bai Lang also knows that there are seven gangs, eight factions and nine alliances in Chengdu Mansion, all of whom are dojos in screw shells.Being small is small, but there are a lot of people, there are always hundreds of people who can be pulled out from any gang, of course there are good and bad among them, Bailang sometimes feels that he should stretch out his hand.

Bailang always kills things like patting flowers, throwing them outside the city to feed the dogs.

On this day, troublesome people from Tibet arrived in the middle of Sichuan. These wicked people who practice Bon religion acted quite recklessly, burning, killing, looting and committing all sorts of crimes.The martial arts they practice are also very weird, and the sword skills are even more fierce.The masters in Sichuan really lost some people in their hands, and now the officials in the Chengdu Mansion are talking about how to stop these villains from Tibet.Bailang is already one step ahead.

A few men who are not monks but not vulgar, with scimitars stuck in their waists, don't look like good people-these people still have a bad smell, and their temperament is really vicious.Now they are robbing a group of men, women and children who are sending their relatives off, killing those bearers and porters with a grinning grin, and tearing the clothes of the female relatives. "It's so fucking ugly." A voice sounded, and a stone made a whistling sound, directly smashing a man's head to pieces.

Bailang appeared in front of these people, and these people shouted words he could not understand, and drew their swords to kill Bailang. "Sure enough, it's a weird move, more like Indian yoga - the angle of the knife and the way of attack are quite weird, and those who are not familiar with it will be easily killed." Bailang looked at this kind of move. The barb on the tip of the knife stretched out, and the trick of attacking the enemy in front of him from behind was also a joke.

Bailang picked up the strange scimitar with a hook on the tip from the corpse, waved it twice casually, "Well, I roughly understand it." At this time, his movements were as usual, and there was nothing special about them. So precise that those weird slashing and stabbing barbs passed by Bailang's side with a slight difference.This is the change in rhythm, which seems like a miracle.

Bailang took a small step, avoiding the stabbing, and threw the two thrusts behind his back. The scimitar in his own hand only made a small turn, and saw the head of the person who was stabbed in front whizzed up. "Young people are full of vigor! Especially those who practice martial arts!" Bailang also praised, and then cut the second person open without even looking.

I never thought that after the stomachs of these wicked people were cut open, they would not behave as well as the ordinary people who were tortured and killed by them just now. They were so frightened that they immediately covered their stomachs and kept trying to stuff the internal organs that flowed out.Bailang dropped the scimitar casually, and slapped his palm with the strength of his palm, hitting the surface of the last knife.Frost formed on the blade, and the frost condensed and extended extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the man's hand froze on the handle, and the cold air continued to travel up the arm. If it reached the heart, his life would be gone.

"Beifengxing, this can only take the chill, the artistic conception is still low after all, we still have to wait until the work is done." Bailang was a little dissatisfied, as for that person, he didn't even look at it—even his unfinished cold energy internal force Nothing can stop him, this one is [-]% dead, freezing to death is the happiest way for him to die.The one who died the worst was the guy who was cut open, and they blamed themselves-there was a wrong blade on the blade, so the wound was half torn, and there was no cure for it in this day and age.

Not to mention the bleeding, the infection was really fatal, and it was a malignant and rapid infection with ruptured intestines and feces flowing out of the stomach. The death was painful and miserable—the process of death probably took two and a half hours.Anyway, Bailang let the poor send-off team leave and waited for a while before he finally died. His three companions were already hardened so that Bailang would not collect their corpses, but he could clean up their valuables.This group of people was divided into several groups to rob, burn and kill along the way, and took some gold and silver with them, so Bailang accepted it with a smile.

　I recommend "The World of American Drama: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrolman". The author relies on this to make a living, so he should be able to write well.

　　


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