Those four men are not good-looking either. Their clothes are naturally tattered. Even three of the four swords have been twisted. Scrap iron is a hand sword or simply a shock wave, and their bodies are naturally injured. A lot of spring swords are swinging with one arm on his shoulder and half his back, eating whitewater, crushing his shoulder blades and clavicle ribs, and wearing them by himself with a shock wave to suppress the injury.

It’s never easy to feel sharp and energetic when the white waves come into the body. Now the meridians of this body are badly injured, and the blood is very jingling with sharp and energetic.
It’s half the effort to block the spirit with firm but gentle …
Xia Jian, there is a long blood hole from the chest to the waist, and all the insides can be seen. It was only after the three of them tried their best to cover it that they came to paste a layer of gold wound medicine and wrapped the wound tightly. The injuries of Qiu Jian and Dong Jian were almost the same, and their legs were broken into several pieces. At the same time, they were cut out by the wind blade. Five people were injured. Should we continue to kill each other?
Chapter three hundred and forty-nine Stealing chickens and eating rice
Can an assassin really sacrifice himself to finish fighting for money or interests? Assassins with low martial arts should be like this. After all, most of their lives are not in their own hands, but when they are born masters? So the assassin can be a dead man? An organization wouldn’t be so extravagant, would it? There are probably officials who can do this. White waves appear in three knives, six holes and more than a dozen eyes. They are also broken and bruised all over.
In this way, it is certain that everyone has not finished fighting for their lives, but both sides know that once they fight for their lives, the great probability is that five people will hang together … For whitewater, it means that the intelligence is really unreliable. At present, this in-laws master is horribly strong, and this is not a simple in-laws magic-although every door can be regarded as a unique skill, it is too exaggerated to control the wind …
Will you smash the signboard if you finish it? Ha, everyone has to smash a signboard once in a while to do business. Anyway, the killer building can still send assassins with innate master level. Then don’t worry about the signboard smashing the business. Nothing has gone through a lot of hardships to cultivate the innate … Not at the moment, these four people have surrounded the whitewater, but their feet are gradually retreating.
Whitewater, of course, also means continuing to attack, forcing these four men to fight to the death with him. In the final analysis, his injury will never be lighter than here. Four kinds of swords mean that his insides are still entangled here, which constantly destroys his vitality. If Whitewater can get out of here quickly, he will be free to help himself heal. After the two sides gradually pulled away to a tacit distance, the four men directly cast their flying skills and ran away.
And whitewater is also cold-snorted, and now it seems to burn gas strength and then converge. Whitewater poses a posture and slowly punches-it is by this mobilization of gas to suppress the expulsion of injuries that the sword means. At this time, a hearty laugh came to the front of the mountain temple and a chubby old man with a long beard was added directly.
Whitewater left the pie mouth and took a look at the mountain temple behind him. "Dog day is bad to repair the house …"
"Hello?" Whitewater meaning meaning asked 1, the other side is smiling as if this expression would be "six minutes and a half". The old man said, "I knew it would be cheap." Whitewater shook his head and rushed out directly-it’s best if he showed up injured or came quickly, but Whitewater directly transported the whole body and the gas tornado formed 12 ways to wrap it up here.
White waves, of course, are wrapped in strong winds and constantly flashing, pushing the old man to fly outside-the old man’s protective body is also quite strong, and the old man’s palm is a mistake that seems to burn everything up, and white waves really haven’t carefully studied how many people enter the hall in six and a half minutes, but he knows that six and a half minutes are open to the public and the cultivation should be Lei Fa.
This one seems to be six and a half minutes old. What’s his name again? Bai Lang knows that this is not the time to remember. He takes the wind and blade with him, and he is just grasping at it.
When the old man caught him with a palm in the sky and a claw in the abdomen, his arms looped with a burst of fire, and he turned the white fire to the periphery like a disk, and at the same time, he hit the white fire with the palm of his hand, "How can you hook the fire in my wound?" Whitewater frowned. "It’s really good martial arts!"
This even makes Bai Lang feel that it seems to be a "receiving skill" or a "magic fight between heaven and earth". Bai Lang stretched out a palm and directly confronted the old man. "The skill is no deeper than mine!" Whitewater quickly draws the conclusion that although the fire strength is terrible, the wind driven by whitewater, white tiger and roaring wind is not weak, and it can stop the second claw and the third claw from being caught continuously when whitewater makes a determined effort.
And his legs are also kicked out of the knife light, and the most malicious thing is that Whitewater attacks the old man very simply. He bombards himself with his fist. He is slightly angry and slightly resists one or two. Immediately, he hears the sound of bone fracture floating up, the flesh is burnt, and Whitewater spews out blood, which turns into a ball of fire in the hot burning. This can be said to be five pains and seven injuries. When his insides are eroded by fire strength, it is possible to directly spray fire.
And the nostrils and mouth have been "breathing fire", spilling blood and burning …
It’s no good if you don’t do this. It’s better to let out the fire by spraying blood, so long as the white waves don’t break out before they succeed. Someone else would have burned through by this time, leaving only a piece of human skin, but the white waves had an adventure at the beginning-the adventure hall Lingshan travel to the white waves, but the green lions and white tigers have been soaked in the blood pool of the green lions, but relatives, otherwise the white waves would not be able to cultivate the white tiger heart so quickly.
The blood of the green lion allowed Whitewater to persist, but Whitewater’s desperate attack was really unexpected to the old man. He smiled and disappeared. "Wait!" Just say a word, Whitewater will attack continuously with a strong tornado-you can’t expect to blow his fists to Whitewater’s body, but he can’t blow his fists back, and he can’t have the skill of receiving body or the magic fight between heaven and earth.
The whitewater kicked the old man up with one foot, then the semi-arc knife pulled him bare-legged, then continued to rise with one foot, and finally kicked him back with one foot. "This is called genocide cutting!" However, the whitewater attack is not over yet. The paws, legs and palms are constantly popping out, and the other side is also fighting back against whitewater. It is inevitable to concentrate on bombarding the old man with its own strength by relying on its own in-laws to practice martial arts.
The old man’s protective body is naturally full of energy, but the white waves saw the energy of the fire and the shock caused injuries to his hands and feet. No matter what he did, he slammed the last tornado and lifted the other side, tore it and dumped it. Then he stuck the old man on the ground and pushed the shovel forward. Finally, a huge tornado rolled up the old man. At this time, the old man looked quite broken, and the white waves gathered strength and slammed it out violently to let the old man accept the order …
Whitewater looks very sad. It’s already a miracle that it burns all over, and the muscles are twisted and the bones are broken. There are huge cracks and scars … And in front of him is an old man with a motionless breath and a broken pocket. This old man is as miserable as a broken belly, not to mention that his hands and feet are broken, and his head is twisted to one side. The water in his stomach stretches for more than ten meters …
The old man came here with great hope to kill whitewater, but whitewater’s desperate life should be beyond his expectation-I didn’t expect this man to be so vicious … So whitewater went behind the mountain temple and directly fell headlong, digging his own wound to prevent himself from fainting and correcting his broken bones …
Chapter three hundred and fifty Healing
He kept awake by self-mutilation pain and didn’t faint. He first washed the wound on his body surface with spring water, and then gritted his teeth and washed the wound with strong liquor. "If only there was hydrogen peroxide. Secondly, if you go to modern society, you must bring back more first-aid kits. I hope this world rule can support the efficacy," he thought while gnashing his teeth.
Kung fu with a golden bell can make him copper-headed and iron-armed, but it won’t reduce the pain after injury-if he loses the pain, he will be in danger and will die because of controlling the injury from time to time, but there is a disintegration solution that can temporarily shield the pain and play a very terrible battle effectiveness-the so-called Berserker is like this at the cost of weakness and pain afterwards.
After whitewater cleaned the wound, he didn’t rush to apply gold to create medicine. Instead, he found a boiling twine needle to help him sew the wound. Of course, he also yi teeth and cracked his mouth … But at this time, he really wanted to have a woman who would meet the red lady. Now he can look at the mirror and create medicine paste. He can sew all the medicine in front and wrap it in gauze.
After all the hardships, the white waves wrapped themselves into mummies. Because of the need to fix the broken bones, the white waves are still hard. The whole person is holding this guy’s breath, breathing heavily and breathing for a long time. From time to time, a long flame or a cold wind is ejected from his nostrils. All this is accompanied by dark blood. If there is no blood, even it will not be discharged.
The old man’s body is still outside, but whitewater still needs to suppress the injury before it can be cleaned up. "Hum, five pains, seven injuries, this injury, even if someone has been lying down and died, where can he support it like the old one?" Whitewater carefully found out that his injury was really serious, and his heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all injured, so it was not broken by a vigorous and strong spirit.
"If this liver and waist are not wrapped in gas, even it can be directly taken out to make fried liver and fried kidney, and all the slices are cut …" Broken and dirty, Whitewater thinks it is really difficult to do a good job in practicing martial arts, and it is still possible to recover after a while-to those who are entrenched in the insides and injured parts of the body, and the sword is followed by the fire …
It took almost an hour for Whitewater to finally spit out the last bite of ice and fire. "His mother’s blood is almost vomited, so he needs to replenish blood!" Whitewater looked pale, quickly touched a few large pieces of meat, bit it, ate it, and then filled a bucket with water. After a pause, he walked outside and modeled the old man’s body here. The old man’s blood and water body was also very sad and hard
"Sure enough, rigor mortis is inevitable … this rule should be observed even if it is a congenital master. I just don’t know if it will rot? In this way, it seems that most of them will be "white waves muttering". The old man’s body touched around and didn’t touch anything valuable, that is, he touched several bags containing some Dan medicine, but he didn’t say anything. "Even if you know that there must be some medicine in it, who dares to eat it?"
There are flies buzzing in, but they just climbed to the blood, and the water immediately snapped into a flame and burned the white waves. Seeing this is also a smile. "So it is not so easy for this innate master to rot after hanging up. So it is also a good thing." White waves picked up a branch, and the old man’s blood was scratched. Suddenly, the branch was in flames. White waves laughed and kicked the old man’s body to the cliff and took a whirlwind to throw the water into the blood. Just stay here.
This old man is a six-and-a-half-hour hall, and I finally remembered that the old man was called Skyfire and forgot his specific name. Do you want to take advantage of it? It’s a pity that the old man couldn’t finish his words, but Whitewater didn’t think about lifting this hatred. Although it must be getting deeper and deeper … "If the old man is seriously injured and can’t fight, now it should be this old thing touching my body."
White waves returned to the temple with bags in their hands. "It’s getting worse and worse …" White waves sighed when they looked at the collapsed temple with burning marks. "Do you want someone to repair it?" Think about it or wait until the injury gets better.
Whitewater touched jade fish. After killing a congenital old man, jade fish seemed to be alive. His tentacles were very sunny and soft. It seems that he will be taken to his world after a while. "It’s a good thing if you can let the old man cross now … so the old man won’t worry about whether there will be six and a half halls to seek revenge-this time it’s really a great hatred." Whitewater muttered to himself.
Although the bones are broken all over, Whitewater is still struggling to turn its body and fists. Although it is slow, it is still running. The magic of this outer door is healing, and it can also be from the outside. Whitewater is to drive the vitality of Geng Jinfeng to penetrate into the body to suppress and disperse those swords and fires. This practice is practicing Whitewater, and the wounds that are not sewed up will crack directly, which will be a bit dry and all the medicines will collapse.
And coming out of the wound is not only blood, but also the sword of the four seasons, where the white waves come to practice martial arts. It is also the place where the four seasons rotate. The vegetation actually grows with the naked eye, and then it is frozen to death by the cold and snow, and then it is scorched by the cruel hot light … The vegetation around here is unlucky, and the white waves are heart-this means that he keeps expelling these things.
On the other hand, the bathhouse was directly boiled by the white water with burning blood-it took more than an hour for the flowing mountain spring to take the boiling water away without making a fire …
One day’s healing, although Whitewater didn’t have any suitable drugs, he ate a lot of food and returned those pills that greatly strengthened his vitality. He had already discharged most of his sword spirit and fire strength. If it hadn’t been for the broken bones and long words, Whitewater could have continued to fight alive. "Of course, it’s best not to have a congenital master to start work, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
Whitewater gas swims around his existing gap to stimulate muscle and bone growth, absorb medicine and carry nutrients, and strive to grow bones as soon as possible. Whitewater’s injury has gone to more than half.
It seems that his luck is really good. It should be the golden breeze and drizzle building. His forces took the opportunity to attack the six-and-a-half hall. At six-and-a-half hall, no one came to help the old man collect the body, and Whitewater also saw the mountain body. It has been two days now, and it has not rotted. There are wild boars and wolves who tried to eat the body, but it was not just that their mouths were burnt in the field …
Chapter three hundred and fifty-one Title
The temple of the mountain is surrounded by a terrible storm circle. The mountainside is full of strong winds, which whirl like a sword. Even if it seems that the roots don’t hurt the trees or the mountain, if someone dares to step in, it will be torn apart by the wind. I don’t expect this to stop the innate master from hoping to give him an early warning.
Whitewater has almost grown bones in three days … It’s no problem to move less, and he has expelled 70% of those sword intentions and fire strength-this kind of injury is that if he hadn’t died on the spot, most of it would have been dispelled in the next few days, and the rest depends on personal affairs. Whitewater estimated that it would take him several months to expel all the sword intentions and fire strength, and then he could say that he had recovered from the injury.
"People are not satisfied with their sufferings. At this time, the water in the bathhouse is not a mountain spring, but a hot spring. How good it is to help heal!" Whitewater sighed. This mountain is not a volcanic surface, and there is no fire place. Don’t expect it to be a hot spring. He did think of several hot springs, AVI, but it was also erased by the brain theater. Whitewater also knows the weight at this time.
However, the idea of reasoning still makes him laugh secretly. This bird man’s random thoughts make whitewater a lot easier, but it’s just a bird’s paradise. It will be so serious. So his anger will be more generous and a lot of relief will destroy this guy’s collapsed chair with ten percent sword and fire. Kabakaba is in his hands.
At this time, Whitewater didn’t dress. He wore a pair of pants. Anyway, he is not suitable for dressing now-it’s all bandages and splints. This strong man can still see that his muscles are still covered with bandages.
Seven days later, Whitewater took off his bandage splint. He felt that he had grown new meat and skin, and the wound was healed. When his fingers moved, he picked out the twine parts. He stretched out and stretched out all over his joints, making a Kabakaba sound. Whitewater was like a big worm stretching out. He moved his arms and legs, and those muscles rose and felt the strength of Whitewater in his body. At this time, he was relieved.
This guy laughs like a tiger-eater. If Whitewater, the innate master, comes back in six and a half minutes, he has absolute confidence to cut him in front of his eyes. This is undeniable. Now that it’s no big deal, Whitewater has also brought the Qingluan bird to send a letter to Wei Weifu to help him find a mud carpenter to repair the mountain temple. By the way, he will also repair the backyard where he lives now-it’s ruined and leaking.
White Wave shook the ground in Fiona Fang for dozens of miles with the five masters. His own place was also shaken. Although it didn’t collapse, it has become a dangerous house. This craftsman came to help White Wave repair the house. "My Lord, is this mountain temple in front?" A craftsman leader asked so carefully, "Don’t build more roofs, and don’t let that broken mountain god master get wet in the rain." Whitewater said with the wave.
In his backyard, the craftsmen still demolished it first and then built a small place. They didn’t build any courtyard. They built a wooden house to isolate the cold. By the way, they built a cloister leading to the toilet and bathroom, and of course, the kitchen practice field still existed, and it was also enlarged by them. A lot of white waves were seized and a lot of silver was given to the craftsman, but he didn’t live in the room.
"Poisonous ….." Whitewater let the craftsmen go and looked at the house and said-he wasn’t interested to care if there were any spies who wanted to harm him in these craftsmen because he knew very well that these craftsmen had no martial arts. This poisonous thing was just a few pieces of wood with a faint fragrance-it’s not surprising that people did have fragrant wood when they built houses, and they got a long-term elegant fragrance in the room.