The White Tiger's hero roared, without using hands, feet and weapons. Bai Lang roared with a roar and all the souls of the Japanese in the headquarters were separated from their bodies - this was the power of the White Tiger. There were no living people in the building, and the Japanese in front of them also fell to the ground one after another. Their souls were all dispersed by Bai Lang roar. He didn't care whether there was an underworld or something in this world. Anyway, it was enough to have been killed.

Bai Lang freed the war horses and weapons in his hands, walked leisurely and contentedly in the dead headquarters. "There is no good to collect, and the collections of the fourteenth in the south are not qualified." The Japanese sabers were iron slaps, and there was no value for collection. Bai Lang looked for it, and finally put a bag of silver in his pocket - this should be the activity funds of a certain agency, used to buy them.

Bai Lang walked out of the building and looked back and sneered repeatedly, "The killing is not good today! This world actually follows the rules like this, so I will make a small hole for him!" It seems that he is unable to do anything like this. This world follows strict materialism, but it is not impossible to get something out.

It is impossible to become a human being, but it is infused with mysterious and unknown energy, and its growth and life span exceed the limit, so it is possible to have some special abilities physically - for example, secreting psychedelic components and then affecting the five senses through brain waves, which is allowed by materialism. It is beyond the ordinary body and the powerful power it possesses, which is also acceptable to materialism.

Of course, there can be physical bodies that block the pistol and rifle bullets, but there is no body that blocks the high-speed armor-piercing bullets. This is also allowed by the rules. If it is converted into a "metal life monster", it is not surprising that it is blocking the shells. Silicon-based creatures are also possibilities allowed by science.

So Bai Lang is ready to do something bad.

This time, Bai Lang no longer stayed in his hometown, but rushed westward and was preparing to rush to WLMQ. At first, he wanted to go to Xi'an because it was China's geographical center. Later, he thought that the center of the Eurasian continent was 480 kilometers west of WLMQ? He might as well go where to do something, which included the entire Europe and Asia.

Bai Lang was full of energy and ran away day and night, and it would be long since he died. Only a guy like him who had mastered martial arts and had already mastered the level of a golden arhat can run away without sleep. If he really had the power of an arhat, he should use his magical foot to reach the place in just a few steps. As a result, he had to run away like this. Although he could travel thousands of miles a day, it was a troublesome thing after all.

"Forget it, it's healthier to run!" Bai Lang was running at a suitable speed of 120 kilometers per hour while comforting himself - he didn't run at night, so he definitely found a good place to sleep. If he was in a town, he would use Yinyang to open a road to stay in a hotel, and sleep on trees and stones in the wilderness. Nothing in this world could harm him has appeared yet.

There are also black shops that want to harm people, but Bai Lang is a wealthy family with fine skin and tender flesh. Don’t look at the big beard and hanging eyebrows and tall figure. In the eyes of the shopkeeper and Xiaoer who were fascinated by greed, he was just a single fat sheep from other places. Moreover, the fat sheep paid generously and could even see a pocket full of silver.

At that moment, he was about to kill this person. The method was simple. The shopkeeper in Yeli called a friend, took a musket and sword and slammed in, and then threw the body of the fat sheep into the mass grave. As a result, he hit the iron plate and Bai Lang could sense it at the moment when they were malicious. He was the White Tiger Star Monarch who was most familiar with this aura.

At night, Bai Lang slept, and four people tiptoed up - there was no such thing as Miyan, and it was not a martial arts novel. There was no such powerful anesthetic drug. The hook untied the door bolt of the room, and four people rushed in, one holding a dog tag, and three people holding a dagger and a short knife and rushed to the bed - the big knife was not enough, and the big knife was used here to kill his own people.

The knife stabbed over and heard a metal sound. How could the ordinary weapon break the defense of the Golden Bell Cover? The power of the recoil immediately knocked the dagger away, and the handle of the knife was directly inserted into the guy's chest. It should be said that only a small piece of the tip of the knife was exposed on the man's chest, and almost thirty centimeters long knife was embedded in the man's body.

The man fell to the sky, blood flowed out of his chest, his lungs were flattened by the impact, his ribs broke four times, and pink bubbles spewed out of his throat. Unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly in the dark night. Bai Lang sat up and reached out to press the other two guys' heads into his chest. The last one was the shopkeeper, who was still stunned at first.

Bai Lang lit up the oil lamp and smiled at him. The guy woke up and was in a state of kowtowing and begging for mercy and shooting people. The guy first pulled the trigger at Bai Lang, and then naturally slid down and knelt down as if he wanted to kowtow.

The bullet didn't hit Bai Lang at all - this place is not rich, nor is it because the traffic requires people to come and go. The dog-branded rapper in the shopkeeper's hand was not of good quality, but I still don't know how many goods I have, Bai Lang felt that the rifle should be almost worn out. So in panic, the bullet naturally flew around, and it was not hit even if it was only two meters away.

It doesn't matter if it hits. Unless this small-caliber bullet hits the vital point, it will not die. Even wearing military coats from later generations, it may block the bullets, Bailang's golden bell cover, and he is not afraid of this toy. The bullets are knocked away and people slid and kneel down. Bailang is also very kind, he casually stomped the shopkeeper's head, and his true energy isolates the soles of the shoes without even getting blood.

But this place must be unable to sleep, so Bai Lang opened the door of the two rooms and went in to sleep.

In the morning, he took good care of himself, so he went to the kitchen to find some food and cooked it for a meal, and then left directly from the back door. As for when these corpses will be found? It's not about Bai Lang's business.

In this way, it took Bailang a week to go to WLMQ. At this time, WLMQ was called Dihua, which is considered a famous city in XJ and even Central Asia. Bailang came here and had a good meal. He planned to feel comfortable here for three or five days before leaving to do bad things. "Mutton, fruit, but it is really the old society. Look at the market is in a depressed state, and there are people who sell people."
Chapter completed!