Chapter 37
From Luoyang to Xishen Pavilion, there are quite a lot of corpse inns on the way.

Even with thirteen corpses, Ruo Bianlang thought, it would be easy to drive them across the stack.

Anyway, he was not in a hurry, and he was happy to walk slowly to make sure he could get a good night's sleep every night.

It looks relaxed, but Bian Lang is very alert in his heart.

With the pissing nature of the dead brother, if the exorcism fails this time, the rebooting period may increase by thousands of years.

After all, these thirteen corpses, regardless of gender, were all well-known prostitutes in the Jianghu during their lifetime. One corpse plus a hundred years of rebooting period is light.

If you go to bed early at night, you will wake up before noon the next day.

Bian Lang didn't go anywhere, he just practiced in the corpse inn.

When you get the palm of the Tathagata, you will be Dzogchen, and you don't need to practice any more.

Afterwards, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms obtained afterward are just kung fu techniques, which need to be practiced diligently.

I have chased corpses for thousands of years before, but I have not obtained any martial arts cheats. I can only hope that Brother Corpse will reward me with a little internal strength every time I complete a task.

After thousands of years of chasing corpses, in the end, only 500 years of internal strength were accumulated. Although he is considered an invincible existence in the world of martial arts, Bian Lang always feels a little aggrieved.

When confronting the enemy, the moves they use are like children fighting, which is not elegant at all.

It's just that without master's guidance, if you want to practice the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms well, you need to put in more effort.

"A corpse chaser is secretly practicing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms." Someone secretly sneered.

Bian Lang stopped and said with a smile: "If your Excellency wants to learn, I can teach you."

"You can't even understand it yourself, how can you teach me?" The man floated down from behind the roof, his body was as light as a swallow, and his appearance was even more handsome.

Broken waves?

Seeing this person's appearance clearly, Bian Lang was secretly shocked.

Although Fengyun World is a world of martial arts, it is definitely not a world of martial arts.

There are dragons, unicorns, and even immortals, who can destroy the world with a sword, a sword, and a palm. It is simply the world of fairy tales.

If this person is really Duanlang, how does he know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

Bian Lang thought about it and asked, "Are you Duan Lang?"

"You recognize me?" This time it was Duanlang's turn to be shocked.

In order to find the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he came to this place inexplicably, and learned that there is really someone in this world who can subdue the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but when he looked for it, he found that the person was dead.

Although a person dies, the secrets of exercises are likely to remain.

Duanlang was about to go to the head of the Luoyang Beggars' Clan, but unexpectedly saw a corpse exorcist practicing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms at the corpse exorcising inn.

There is a saying that there is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it really takes no effort to get it.

Bian Lang asked with a smile: "Could it be that people from Fengyun World are also in this world?"

"Fengyun?" Duanlang's expression turned serious.

The people he hates the most are Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun.

No matter what, he must get the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, become stronger by slaughtering the dragon, and kill Fengyun.

"Hand it over." Duan Lang stretched out his hand towards Bian Lang.

Bian Lang asked, "What?"

"Naturally it is the secret book of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms." Duan Lang said.

Bian Lang shook his head.

"People always don't cry when they don't see the coffin." Duanlang slowly pulled out the Fire Lin Sword.

The fierce sword energy makes people shudder, but feels a little hot.

Bian Lang smiled and said: "Your name is Duan Lang, I am Bian Lang, both are waves, why bother the other wave overturning this one?"

"Hand over the secret book, and spare your life." Duan Lang looked fiercely.

Bian Lang slowly raised his right hand, and said softly: "I want to try, whether my current strength can beat you."

Duanlang is not a person who talks nonsense, he always speaks with the sword in his hand.

The Huolin sword was swung out, and it actually brought out a glow of fire, which was fierce and hot.

Bian Lang dodges, avoiding the sword light, and at the same time, he has already left the corpse inn.

"Duanlang, don't hurt Xishen." Bian Lang shouted loudly.

If Duanlang's sword ignites the corpse inn and burns the thirteen gods of joy, even if Duanlang's corpse is broken into thousands of pieces, it will be difficult to relieve Bianlang's hatred.

Shangguan Hongyu is a really nice girl, and the rebooting period is about to end, Bian Lang really wants to spend his life with her.

Although intercourse is not necessary, if there is no such thing, no matter how good the relationship is, two people cannot last long.

Duan Lang was not interested in those corpses, so he started his light work immediately, and caught up with Bian Lang in two or three strokes.

The Fire Lin sword swung out obliquely again.

The fire shines brightly in the sky, and where it passes, the vegetation turns to ashes.

Bian Lang did not resist, but chose to dodge.

Duanlang made several moves one after another, but all of them came to nothing.

He couldn't see Bian Lang's skill, he only knew that Bian Lang's light body skill was very clever.

But relying on light work, he can't beat Duanlang.

Seeing that Duanlang didn't make any more moves, Bianlang stood on the top of a towering tree and sighed softly: "Duanlang, you are too damaging the environment by swinging your sword like this."

You must know that those big trees have grown into what they are now, at least after hundreds of years of wind and rain, and they were destroyed by Duanlang's sword.

"If you feel sorry for the tree, don't hide." Duanlang also had a headache.

Bian Lang is a loach, no matter how fast the Fire Lin Sword is, it cannot catch it.

With his hands behind his back, Bian Lang smiled lightly and said, "That's right, I will never dodge the next strike."

"Really?" Duanlang didn't believe it.

Bian Lang teased, "I'm not you, I'm dishonest, double-faced, despicable and shameless..."

With a loud shout, Duanlang leaped into the air quickly, and slashed out with his sword.

The sword light condensed into a dragon, roaring like thunder, and the scorching sun was dimmed by it.

With a sword that condenses his whole life's skill, Duanlang doesn't believe in it.

If Bianlang avoids the sword again, Duanlang intends to return to the corpse inn and destroy those corpses.

For the exorcists, the God of Joy is their life.

The monstrous fire dragon rushed at the speed of lightning, and the distance was still far away, and the waves could feel the rolling heat.

Looking at Duanlang again, he was following the fire dragon, ready to strike his sword again at any moment.

Bian Lang secretly concentrated his strength, and suddenly turned his right palm forward.

A huge golden palm print appeared out of thin air, and accompanied by bursts of Buddha singing, it smashed the fire dragon into pieces.

The palm prints did not disappear, and they slapped towards Duanlang at a faster speed.

Duan Lang was greatly shocked, swishing several swords one after another.

The powerful and frightening sword energy did not defeat the golden palm print, and an overwhelming force struck instantly, rolling up broken waves and smashing backwards.

bang.

The palm print passed through a mountain in the distance, and actually pierced through the mountain directly, leaving behind a huge clear and terrifying palm print.

"I didn't expect the Tathagata Palm to have such power." Bian Lang was taken aback.

If this palm falls from the sky, I'm afraid the earth will be shot through!

Bian Lang unfolded his lightness kung fu, passed through the palm print, and soon found Duan Lang.

Duanlang collapsed on the river beach, vomiting blood and was in a panic.

"This didn't kill you?" Bian Lang was really shocked.

Duanlang's vitality is really tenacious.

"Who... are you?" Duanlang opened his mouth, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Although he was still breathing, he knew very well in his heart that he was going to break down here.

Bian Lang clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Bian Lang, the corpse exorcist in Fort Justice."

"Haha..." Duanlang stood up desperately, looking up to the sky and laughing.

But without laughing a few times, he fell headlong and returned to the underworld.

(End of this chapter)

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