Chapter 255 Life is on the line, strong aid comes

Looking at the teenager who did not hesitate to ingest the hidden vitality, Wang Yue's eyebrows were faint, but a gentle sigh floated in his heart.

Taoists practice literary and martial arts fire, turn into vitality, or hide in the upper, middle and lower three-way Dantian, or run in the Zhoutian meridians with the fire. Most of them are used for Taoist skills and Taoism, but a small part of them are always hidden in the three-way Dantian, which is the true source of their own destiny. The original life Zhenyuan is used to stabilize the meridians of Dantian, which is equivalent to the potential of cultivating people. The so-called injury of vitality refers to the injury of the original life Zhenyuan. The damage of the original life Zhenyuan will affect the future cultivation. In light, it will fall into a serious disease, which is a big taboo in the practice.

"Kill!"

The teenager's angry shout sounded in his ear, and the cold silver gun weighed a little more. Wang Yue's face was complicated and he took half a step back.

A good year and a great future, but it is abandoned because of a woman who can't get it after all. With his current cultivation and potential, as long as there is another ten years... Maybe I don't want it at all. In another five or six years, there may be another Lv Fengqi in Da Kuang, but the premise is that the original fate will not be damaged.

...... Is it worth it?

Wang Yue smiled bitterly at the young man who looked more and more pale and more powerful in his hands.

If he were An Bochen, he finally realized the gun and sword array, broke through the battle, and forced his opponent to fight with strength. In order to win, he may do his best to break through the town, but no matter what, he will not use his own life.

If any monk uses his own life, he must have made great determination, but he doesn't seem to have any hesitation. Is it possible that the eternal road is not as important as the love between men and women in the world that can never last?

Wang Yue looked at it and thought about it, and there was a trace of regret in his heart.

No more thinking about it, a white fire appeared in Wang Yue's eyes, and in an instant, he shot at An Bochen, who was close at hand.

An Bochen had also been on guard for a long time. He suddenly opened his mouth, the purple laser came out, and the thunder roared.

Thunder and fire hit each other, breaking and roaring half a foot in front of the two.

But there is a different sound hidden in this sound, from far to near.

When both of them reacted, the sound of the cold front cutting the air was close at hand.

The golden arrow is faster than a meteor and more fierce than a thunder. In an instant, the bullet finger shot through the fierce battle array, and another finger was less than three feet away from the two.

The arrow wind made their skin numb, as if they had been eaten by thousands of ants.

From Wang Yue's perspective, he could clearly see the arrow that was not strange, shooting at the young man's vest at night. The young man seemed to be aware of it. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Yue in a staringly, with complicated eyes, anger, sarcasm, disdain, and a trace of sadness.

The two of them work hard, and no one will stop if they don't see life or death. If anyone closes first, he will be able to stop the other party's fierce force, and the consequence is that only one side will die here. But if he doesn't stop, how can An Bochen stop the arrow with a strength of more than 10,000 catties?

I don't know why, touching the complex eyes of the teenager, Wang Yue's heart suddenly trembled like Bo Gujing.

The silver gun, which was as heavy as a mountain, suddenly shook, and then the palm of the teenager's hand flew out obliquely. The teenager's body trembled, his face instantly became weak, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with trace of blood. The next moment he fell to the ground.

There was a golden feather arrow inserted in his vest, and a yellow character was engraved on the arrow. Perhaps because of the obstruction of the cloak, the arrow only fell into three inches after tearing the cloak and did not hurt the key. But the huge force at the tip of the arrow rushed into the teenager's vest. Coupled with Wang Yue's sword power, two giant forces hit the teenager one after the other. At this time, it was good luck to be seriously injured and die. Even if he is not dead, An Bochen is dying. In this desolate wilderness, a jackal can tear the teenager who once shocked the tigers and wolves all over the world into pieces.

......

In Zhongyuan Town, the body of the burly general riding a tall horse was slightly shaken, and he looked at the west in a dazment, with a complicated look, as if a little unbelievable.

In the Wei military camp, General Wenjing, who had just finished drinking a bowl of strong medicine, seemed to notice something at this moment. He raised his head, looked silently to the west, and then sighed.

In the virtuous hall of the State of Chu, the old man drank wine, and the treasure mirror borrowed from the king of Chu was on the case. The moment before, he was smiling gloomily. However, when he raised his head and looked at the changing bronze mirror of light and shadow, his expression suddenly stiffened. With a bang, the wine pot fell and broke to the ground.

......

In front of Xianan Guzhen, the teenager who went from south to north, did not die in a hundred battles, and passed all the way from west to east finally fell down.

He himself did not know that in just a few days, his reputation had spread to the thirteen princes and the five provinces. The princes and nobles drank and chatted, and there was a lot of discussion in the streets. Even in the play, there was a joke in the play that the rebellious generals of the State of Liu walked alone for thousands of miles and passed the test. The world is so lively that they will not let go of catching a new thing. When people know that there is a teenager who is less than 20 years old and carries the name of a traitor but wants to rob a woman with Emperor Kuang, they are all itching. On the surface, they are disdainful, or cynic, but they secretly expect that the teenager can kill all the way and continue to pass the test. The more lively the better.

An Bochen walked all the way. Naturally, he didn't know this. Even if he knew it, he would only smile.

However, in the face of a tiger blocking the way and a tiger's sneak attack, An Bochen finally failed to continue this legend. He was seriously injured and fainted, and his life was on the line.

The cold front roared and rolled up the old man's long black hair.

This teenager, who did not hesitate to use his own life to achieve overnight, finally fell in front of him. Even so, he suffered a small injury. The strength to kill the traitor was more than enough.

Wang Yue could feel the indifferent eyes behind him, like a light on his back, as sharp as the bow and arrow in the man's hand.

The air machine has locked him. If he let go of An Bochen, the arrow will definitely shoot directly at his vest as before.

The strength of the five tigers is in the middle. Wang Yue, who returned from the monk, is naturally not afraid of any tiger and wolf generals in the world. But at this time, he lost his vitality and suffered internal injury. The man took the lead earlier. Wang Yue could not guarantee whether he could block the man's roaring sun if he drew his sword and turned around.

However, there is no reason for him to have no excuse to let go of the traitor in front of him. Is it Wang Tu? In the final analysis, Wang Yue is still His Majesty's vassal.

Taking a deep breath, the old man calmed down the fluctuation of his heart, looked at the teenager who fell to the ground and raised his epee.

The sword light crossed a shadow, carrying a cold roar, and went straight to An Bochen's neck.

There was a sound of wind in the wilderness, which was different from the previous wind. It was heavy and gloomy, and seemed to be mixed with great pain.

The wind sounded, but faster than the wind were the two dark knives, one long and one short, tore the air halfway, emitting a strong cyclone and shooting at Wang Yue.

Wang Yue's face was like water, and a sword fell on An Bochen's neck.

With a "cinch", the sword front was cut off by the two ink knives when it was only three inches away from An Bochen's face.

The eyebrows are two knives, and the evil spirit is continuous. If you don't go out, you will become a demon.

Even in the face of the pursuit of the legendary master, the young man in cloth shoes did not take out the eyebrows. After turning the legendary owner into a stepping stone with his backhand and breaking through the heavenly product in one fell swoop, there was no need to take out the eyebrows.

He would rather endure the pain in the middle of his eyebrows than take out the two knives for his own reasons, but when the young man was on the front line of life and death, he resolutely pulled out his knife.

Simajin said that he made friends with An Bochen only because he cared about his potential, but Simajin sometimes went astray, at least at present, he has not completely become such a person.

The black wind set, and the young man in cloth shoes frowned and looked at An Bochen, who was unconscious. Then his eyes fell on Wang Yue, who was slightly stunned. His wrist shook, and his knives were in his hand. A rush of evil spirit gushed out from his entangled eyebrows and fell to Wang Yue.

"I knew you wanted to be in the limelight alone. Fortunately, the little monk reacted quickly, otherwise he would really be pissed off by you... Amitabha."

The black wind dispersed, and another person turned out from behind Zhang Bushi, but he was a handsome monk who cut the magic wand in front of An Bochen and looked at Wang Yue with a sneer.