Chapter 223 Knife and Gun Club

(Second update)

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An Bochen was fighting with the unknown teenager with all his strength. Listening to the voice, he was just slightly shocked and confiscated it.

The two forces fight each other, and you can't stop at this time.

In the shrine lived a fairy with horns on his forehead, with angry eyes and majestic, fierce and evil spirits.

But with the pleasant sound, a white bird with four feathers on its back flew out from behind the shrine, circled the beam three times, blinked with big eyes, and looked curiously at the surrounding murals.

The bird said that it was either a monster or a monster. An Bochen's back was cold. As far as his eyes could see, there was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the ghost teenager, but neither of them did not stop. The battle in the temple seemed to be accidental, but I didn't know that it was doomed. If the match three years ago could not be finished, it could only last until three years later.

The evil white bird did not seem to notice the fierce battle in the temple, or did not care at all. It flew in the temple and skimmed through the dilapidated murals inch by inch.

"Kunlun, thousands of miles of ruins, free and comfortable, also belongs to Penglai... If Penglai really exists, where is the Kunlun Ruins?

muttering to himself, the bird flapped its four wings, fell a little, and turned into a beautiful woman.

Wrapped in a plain robe, the transparent veil snowy white car body is faint, concave and convex, and there is just the right charm in the clear spirit. At the same time, she is like a peach blossom, exquisite and beautiful face. At first glance, she appears in the temple, which really makes this dilapidated small temple shine.

An Bochen is nothing. As early as three years ago, he had seen Liuzhu like the body of a fairy bathing. Although the strange bird became a beautiful witch, it was not too big for An Bochen's **. The prodigal who fought with him with all his strength obviously didn't have such a good determination, but a glance made him slippery and staggered two steps. These two steps don't matter at ordinary times, but at this moment they are no different from death. With a slant, An Bochen's spiral gun power instantly turned the situation around.

An Bochen was not fair, and he did not hesitate to pierce with a flying gun.

The innocent turned into an arrow of thunder, roaring, and went straight to the door of the Wanderer.

At the critical moment of his life, the wanderer could not cover it up. The youth in his eyes dissipated, revealing the light of bronze, turning into a cold front firmly locking the tip of the gun running with thunder.

- Mount Tai. Mirror.

The innocent gun shadow is reflected in his eyes. No matter how fast and fierce, and how violent the spiral force is, it turns into a reflection and appears in the eyes of the wanderer.

There is a mirror in the eyes, and the heart is ethereal.

He suddenly opened his mouth, and his two tiger teeth could bite the tip of the gun.

The evil momentum stopped, but the seven purple thunder that followed the gun did not stop. The purple thunder bombarded, and even if the wanderer bit the innocent, he could not escape the fate on the spot.

It's just that he still wants to make a bet.

October Liujing, Leng Yue in the courtyard, that pair of teenagers, one shot and one knife is his wishful thinking, or...

The devil's mask was smashed by Zilei and turned into residue and scattered in all directions. The handsome face hidden under the mask was exposed to the temple.

"Cock!"

The blood splashed, and the teenager bit the tip of the gun. He looked at An Bochen, who was shocked on the opposite side, and the purple thunder that he forcibly twisted his face, with a smile in his eyes.

Even if An Bochen tried his best to collect the thunder, there was still a trace of purple thunder uncontrollably cutting through Huo Chuanyun's forehead and splashing a shocking blood mark.

Two steps back, An Bochen spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at the teenager who patted his chest with a sigh of relief.

"It's you..."

"It's not me..."

......

The eyes were opposite, and the teenagers' faces smiled at the same time. If Li Xiaoguan was present at this time, he would suddenly beat his chest and cry without tears when he saw such a scene.

"Have you had enough?"

Before An Bochen and Huo Chuanyun could speak again, the beautiful and evil woman turned her head and asked with a smile.

"Introduce yourself first, my surname is Wei. You can call me Miss Wei, Miss Wei, but I prefer to hear you call me master.

The woman smiled and said with all kinds of amorous feelings.

"In Da Kuang, we are all monsters returning to human beings. You are also handsome and sensual. You shout, my lord. I can consider taking you away.

Huo Chuanyun said with a hippie smile. He had a handsome face, but he said what Li Xiaoguan would say. It was really strange. An Bochen, who was stunned, was stunned, but he didn't expect that the teenager he met three years ago who would blush when he met people. When he met again, he was reborn, slippery and unruly.

What has been sent in the past three years?

An Bochen's eyes flashed, and the next moment he was shrouded in a cold breath. Looking up, he saw that the woman's cold eyes were firmly locked on Huo Chuanyun, as if she wanted to swallow him alive.

"It is said that women are more interesting when they are angry."

Huo Chuanyun said with a smile, and Yu Guang glanced at An Bochen and blinked.

An Bochen suddenly tightened his innocent hand.

The next moment, the two of them dodged up at the same time, attacking the woman left and right.

Demonized and appeared. When he opened his mouth, he wanted to take An Bochen and Huo Chuanyun as slaves. Neither of them was indecisive, and he had a good heart with only one look.

After three years of separation and reunion, An Bochen was overjoyed. That year, he studied guns in the same hospital at night, and time flies. When the two met again, they could already join hands to kill the enemy.

Maybe even An Bochen himself didn't expect such a day.

He was satisfactory, and another trace of thunderous truth was captured by An Bochen.

Innocent. Thunder tide.

What is in the front of the gun is not only seven dragon-like purple thunder, but also waves of thunder waves, which are also only 3,000 catties, but like a storm, gushing out from the tip of the gun, a line of the sky, which is unstoppable.

Seeing that An Bochen was full of lofty feelings, Huo Chuanyun beside him was not willing to show weakness. He laughed twice, was halfway, and leaned back with his backhand.

There is a long knife hidden behind him, which is different from an ordinary knife. It is not made of fine steel. It is as thin as Zen wings and as soft as a ribbon. After pouring into the green fire, it is suddenly straight and cold. Mount Tai. Domineering knife!

Even if he was turned into the deep mountains by the resident of Taiyue and practiced the Taoist skills of Mount Tai, Huo crossed and left his ancestral knife skills for a day.

The hegemony of the knife is famous. Because he is too domineering, he is ordered by the knife, which makes the Duke of Huo bear the fate of the hard-to-breakable steel. Although the domineering knife practiced by Huo Chuanyun combined with Taoism is also upright and strong, because the power knife is the most soft to the yin thing, and the scattered and unruly temper that has been intentionally or unintentionally sharpened over the years, the domineering knife in his hand is strong but difficult to get involved in his life.

The way of yin and yang is the best way in the world. An Bochen walks alone all the way, walking on his long road, and Huo Chuanyun has not lagged far behind. At the age of 18, he has also won a trace of yin and yang.

In the face of the mysterious witch, both of them have used the unique skills of their lives.

Running halfway, An Bochen's arm suddenly twisted and suddenly advanced. The thunder became more and more powerful, and the dust deposited in the temple was involved in the thunder tide, covering the world. Huo Chuanyun suddenly jumped up, crossed the shadow of the road, held the road in both hands, and swooped to the witch. The knife shadow rolled up, like a dark cloud across the sky.

Two people, one left and one right, one day at a time, the power of the spiral and the power of the bully knife burst at the same time.

"Martial Arts? The little eagle worm is a little trick."

The woman in a transparent dress sneered, her jade arms were raised lightly, and her fingers were like flowers and leaves. Her right hand turned into ice and pressed it to An Bochen, and her left hand turned the magic fire to Huo Chuanyun.