When the light flickers slightly, it will go out. When it doesn’t go out, it’s as big as mung beans. The light suddenly turns into a line. After a few puffs, it burns again and again … Every oil lamp is like this for a while. It seems that the lights are on at dinner time.
Several people all looked at each other. "Coming!" Whitewater thought to himself, but this time he didn’t feel the smell, and the lights flashed, and then the door sounded, and then the footsteps walked around. Isn’t it scary? Isn’t it normal for the guests in the inn to walk around in the middle of the night or the small two?
"It’s not normal at all!" Whitewater shouted in his heart, it’s not a hotel. There are people coming and going in the middle of the night. This is an ancient inn! There are not only a few guests in the inn, but the pace of coming and going has not attracted others, and even Xiao Er has not appeared.
"Go or not?" The look in Whitewater’s eyes communicates with others, so he doesn’t go. At this time, the lights burning in the crude oil lamp suddenly went out, and the footsteps of Zhongyuan Building directly appeared beside Whitewater.
Whitewater listens to the wind and directly hands into Tiger Claw to grasp in the direction of footsteps-Ma Yinglong has said early in the morning that the Wulin people’s true qi can touch those yin objects after fuelling the flesh and blood gas.
Chapter ninety-four circle
Tiger Claw caught nothing when he fished. At this time, he made a mistake with his hands and got ready. "Well, where is he?" Bai Lang suddenly found out why he didn’t hear others breathing. This was the first time he met a ghost. "Think of it as a martial arts guy first!"
Bai Lang thought so. He convinced himself that this was something done by a skilled qigong player-"It’s a little self-deception, but I remember that the white tiger can devour ghosts and souls?" White waves don’t care about others, such as the force that inspired their white tiger Shaqi to kill hundreds of consequences. The murderous look suddenly broke out, and white waves will also focus on the vicinity of their eyes.
Although you can’t see things in the dark night, Whitewater jumped at the good door panels and window panels for the first time and smashed a few boards with one punch-this is because you have a golden bell jar. I’m very afraid that the other party can break his defense. The moonlight shines in from the outside through the smashed boards. At first sight, Whitewater seems to have a figure passing by here.
The sound of smashing wooden boards is very loud at midnight, but it has been a while in the projection of white moonlight, and there is still no small two. "It’s a little cold …" White moonlight has goose bumps on the skin.
He looked up through the broken board and looked out at the night. The moon was bluish white. "Strange? How can the temperature be so low? " White mist appeared on his nose, mouth and breath, but the weather should not be so cold, which is white waves. I’m afraid it’s not a good choice to stay in the room, because he saw that the place where his companions used to be is now alone …
The dispute is that whitewater directly smashed the front door panel and jumped into the street line of sight. "In ancient times, it was a curfew … It was normal for street people to fall at night, but this feeling always felt very bad." Whitewater also felt that something was wrong. "I always felt that there was no one here …"
He waited in the street for a while, then went to the opposite side and smashed the door panel, which was originally dark and illuminated by moonlight. White waves also found a person "it should be an ordinary residence, but there was no one after entering." He broke into the house in this courtyard, and there was really no one in it. Although the bed was spread, no one slept.
Killing people like hemp brings tiger’s anger. White waves move slowly. With the support of the golden bell, the image of a tiger standing on the surface of white waves is vaguely presented, that is, at this moment, when white waves’ eyes overlap, he sees something …
It’s something that floats like cotton wool. If you look closely, it’s like a personal shape. "What the hell is this?" Ghosts? " Whitewater a claw grasp to the present humanoid blessing black tiger boxing this claw seems to be really strong compared with the past.
Hand with a bad wind and strength in vitro into a huge tiger’s paw "strength cohesion can be about three feet in vitro, but it can be maintained, but after all, it is slightly inferior to physical contact, but the power is not low." This claw is no problem to smash the human body, and its power can be compared with his own fist.
Sure enough, with strength, gas and vigorous efforts to deal with these "ghosts", Whitewater tore up a bunch of such "ghosts" very easily, but nothing happened and the situation he faced did not change at all. "Strange?" Whitewater stopped looking around.
Whitewater thought for a long time and finally decided to take a look at it first. However, when he displayed his flying skill, he found a real anomaly-no matter which direction he ran, he ended up running around in front of the quadrangle opposite the inn.
This kind of situation is also heard that it used to be said that it is not dangerous to hit the wall with a ghost, but what ghost caused all this? Blanchard thought about it and finally decided to go into the inn. "Most of the steps come from the inn and eventually come down to the inn!"
Whitewater simply smashed all the door panels and window panels, and then he rushed in. Otherwise, one person on the first floor of the inn, Xiao Er, and the shopkeeper’s rest room were also bedded, but after one person rushed to the second floor, all the rooms were swinging.
When you leave the guest room and want to go again, "hey? Didn’t I smash all those door panels? Why is it dark and you can’t see the moonlight? " When Whitewater was surprised, he jumped to the outside of the inn instead of going by the stairs. From this place, the smashed doors and windows were still lit up on the first floor as the moonlight was smashed.
I’m getting confused.
Yeah, what’s here? It doesn’t hurt at all except to make Whitewater a little confused. You want to swallow the essence of whitewater, and if you want to take something out, what’s the point of hiding and playing tricks? Whitewater stepped into the first floor again. This time, he was not in a hurry to find out anything, so he just sat down and waited. He closed his eyes and practiced kung fu. No matter what Whitewater was playing, he was ready to change.
This must be the practice of whitewater, but I found something unusual. There is a particularly cold feeling in his meridian body, and the excessive force is slightly stagnant and seems to be swallowed up. The skin in those cold places is a little dry and the muscles seem to shrink a little …
It didn’t take long for Whitewater to find that one percent of his strength didn’t work well and he didn’t feel very good in his body. "Maybe that’s it?" Hey! " Whitewater exhales directly, and sweeps the surrounding tables and chairs with one foot, and then fights in the sweeping field.
The original way of his magical skill is to carry qi and blood to turn power when boxing from the outside to hone bones and muscles, and also to cultivate the power to burn qi and blood to invade the body. This yin chill is relatively resistant
It’s not black tiger boxing, but Whitewater exercises 32-way long boxing by himself. With the deepening of his golden bell repair, this long boxing road has also changed a lot, which is dedicated to his practice of golden bell boxing. This is Whitewater’s business-probably because Whitewater didn’t know the benefits he hung up with Wu Shen.
This golden bell shadow gradually emerged, and the chill outside the white wave was expelled a lot, but it was still firmly nailed to his meridians and stole his vitality to grow on his own. "Bah!" Whitewater snorted. His golden bell was working, and the meridians were full of golden bell, driving out the chill.
But I still can’t get rid of it. At this time, the white waves suddenly inspired! He just folded his hands and hit his chest hard! "Dong …" A distant and powerful bell rang in the city in the night …
Chapter ninety-five s
Deep and distant bell city echoed with floating "ghosts" invisible to the naked eye. This bell turned into miserable white powder and dissipated the white waves in the air. At this time, he sat cross-legged and folded his hands, and a virtual shadow of the big clock enveloped him.
The bell is endless, and the white waves are also feeling the fluctuation of the resonance force of the body clock. This masculine force sweeps away all the yin chill, and the white waves vibrate again. The white waves breathe a sigh of relief and remove the golden bell jar in vitro-this loss force is quite severe.
The whitewater has risen. This ghost wall has not been removed. Perhaps there is something else that I didn’t understand. However, I just took a few steps and suddenly screamed "Bony gangrene!" Is this thing so troublesome? " Whitewater felt the chill and penetrated from the skin of Yongquan Palace.
As he breathed, the chill came from his mouth and nose, and the white waves scolded him, and once again, the palm of his hand merged with the surging force to turn into a bronze bell to raise the bell again.
This time, the white wave was a little angry, and there was a hint of war in the clock. An illusory tiger bell roared and the sound wave could almost be seen by the naked eye, and the white wave spurred its own body. The white tiger Shaqi tried to create a lethal sound wave by turning it into force.
This is not a sonic wave, it is actually an "Italian wave" force to stimulate ordinary martial arts people. Only when they can’t hear the powerful sensor can they hear the loud bell roar with the bell, and the whole inn and the courtyard opposite it collapse in this fluctuation.
The white wave urges the power to constantly urge the hoop. Now it has been transported to the twelfth floor. Then the tiger will roar again and again. Finally, it will pounce on the clock. The body of the clock was full of Sanskrit. Suddenly, a bronze tiger head pattern appeared to hide all the Sanskrit, and the clock knob was a tiger …
The white-water skill has gone to the end of the clock, and the inn fell apart and gradually collapsed. A long black shadow in this ruin was violently drawn, and "dong" was a white-water bell, and the bronze bell formed by the golden bell was smashed and the shadow was also shaken back.
Whitewater was pumped and hit a quadrangle heavily. Here, the outer wall was smashed and smashed all the way in, and half of the quadrangle house collapsed with broken bricks and tiles. Whitewater coughed "hahaha" and there were blood in his nose and mouth, and there were several broken wounds.
"Ten-wheeled trucks are just so … and there is still no one in this place." Looking at himself, it’s like a tire crushing an injury. The white-water revolution smiled optimistically-he could feel that the black shadow would never be ill.
Whitewater stretched out his hand and propped up those broken bricks and tiles that slipped from him. This guy touched his own body with patterns and injuries. "There are patterns … is it really a whip?" He walked out of the collapsed room and saw the black shadow-it was thicker than the water tank and more than ten meters long, and the black whip surface had pieces of scales …
"Where is this whip root? It’s a huge snake!" Whitewater groaned, "But it’s really a big snake and it’s all such dark’ dirty things’!" A part of the scale of the huge snake tail has been broken, and red blood is flowing out. This injury seems to be more serious than the superficial break, and the snake tail twitches.
White waves step on the ground, and his qi and blood gradually recover. The black serpent can definitely feel that as the ruins of the inn arch down, a pair of orange-yellow glowing eyes appear. This snake is really very big, and its head is so big that it is crushed in the village. The whole head is as long as a heavy truck.
"How come this length is more than forty meters?" Whitewater compared himself with the proportion of the giant snake, and at that time I didn’t know what to do if I fought. If I look closely, this giant snake is probably not a "snake" yet, emitting that decadent gas from its body, which makes Whitewater think that it should be a pile of bones or rotting corpses.
The snake’s moving speed doesn’t look fast, but with its long and thick body, the real speed can be said to be a gust of wind. The snake’s eyes look like tiny white waves. I can’t see the feelings from those eyes. I can’t tell whether it is alive or dead …
"Trouble" feels that it is quite difficult to feel the white waves in the abdomen-the force is up to 60%, and the body of practicing kung fu is also injured because the golden bell is broken. On the physical strength, it is up to 60% at its peak.
It’s not good. Even when the physical body is full of energy and the spirit is at its peak, Whitewater doesn’t think he can suppress the giant snake in front of him-maybe it’s time for them to say, "Where did others go?" Whitewater muttered while staring at the head of the giant snake.
The second half of the giant snake may be dislocated by anti-shock, so it is probably not convenient to move. The first goal to pay attention to is that the giant snake head will hold the first half of the snake high, almost ten meters high, and it will be a king cobra! Is it that big? " Whitewater bent slightly to concentrate on the snake head.
Sure enough, the snake opened its mouth, two water arrows enveloped Fiona Fang, and several zhangs of poisonous fog sprayed directly, and the white water force flow was directly injected into the feet, and the ground force swam around the spine as if it were a dragon, shaking it directly and throwing its body back, and at the same time twisting its waist and shaking it in half, changing its direction and leaping laterally.
This is really like a big cat moving out of the range of poisonous fog attack launched by Shekou. At present, the poisonous fog covers the ground and it is dark and white, bypassing this poisonous fog-covered land, but he really can’t find a suitable way to deal with this giant snake at the moment.
This snake is too big to kill such a guy. It may really take a lot of time. "Now it seems that this day will probably not be bright …" Whitewater gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Chapter ninety-six Changes
It seems that this strange scene is mostly "fixed" when the white waves are killed in close combat … Although the white waves don’t recognize that the guy who does this will have such great ability to draw out fragments to form a closed cycle, this is not his current direction.
All he wants to note is to fight the only possible variable in front of him-this giant snake and see what the consequences will be. After all, there is nothing else to try, is there? This snake is huge, although it seems to be very slow, it is actually very fast, and the white waves rushed directly at this guy’s tail regardless.
We can’t do it quickly, because even now, that strange chill is still trying to penetrate into Whitewater’s body to absorb his vitality. Whitewater not only has to face this snake at first glance, but also faces this pervasive chill.
There is no way for him to rely on his martial arts to fight against Whitewater. His arms vibrated, and suddenly a big clock with tiger cannibalism lines appeared outside his body. At this moment, Whitewater has gained something, and it seems that he has a little idea.