Chapter 257 Squee your mouth

Wang Yue, the general of the five tigers, has broken through the second level of the top martial arts and condensed the kendo battle array.

Zhang Bushi, the descendant of the divine master, has been cultivated as a heavenly product. He has been involved in the first level of the top martial arts, and has been able to condense the cyclone.

Wuhua, the descendant of the divine master, cultivated as a local product, born with a bottomless hole, and a unique learning of the Buddhist sect of Qingtian Temple.

According to theory, although Zhang Bushi and Wuhua are the best in Da Kuang's young generation, Wang Yue, who has been famous for a long time, is no match at all. Fortunately, both of them are descendants of divine masters and have a profound family. They don't have to rely on fighting to understand their opponents like An Bochen. They have also heard of Wang Yue's kendo battle array. Zhang Bushi has seen it with his own eyes. Naturally, he knows the truth of attacking. Only by forcing Wang Yue to condense the kendo battle array can he have the hope of killing him.

In front of the lonely town, the night is dark and the wind is blowing.

Zhang Bushi danced with two knives and split out cyclones as black as ink. The cyclone gushed out of the cracked air under the tip of the knife and circled, like a black pointed pillar standing around him. The knife and the knife whined, as if from a corner of the wilderness, the scalp was numb.

Zhang Bushi's knife skills are exquisite, but it can't be as good as Wang Yue's sword. However, what surprised Wang Yue was that there was an extremely heavy force hidden in the two short and long knives. The reason why it is heavy is that Wang Yue obviously found that every time he cut a knife, Zhang Bushi's frown would be deeper. It didn't look painful, but it seemed that he was under some extremely difficult pressure. Even so, his knife was still fierce, and the knife was wrapped in a tyrannical cyclone. Wang Yue was internally damaged, and secondly, he was afraid of the roaring tiger that had not left, so it was only comparable to Zhang Bushi. Although he was comfortable, from the scene, the two were inseparable.

Perhaps there is another point that the two did not talk a word from beginning to end, or even looked at each other, but they were tacit with each other.

One is the favorite general under Uncle Zhao's command, and the other is a disciple of Uncle Zhao's. With that age, the friendship will naturally not be very good, but at least he was in the same camp. At this time, he fought fiercely in Tianxia Guannan, and his heart was more or less embarrassed.

Wuhua did not move forward. He held a magic wand and stood in front of An Bochen to put pressure on Zhang Bu.

Looking at An Bochen and Zhang Bushi in the fierce battle, Wuhua's fist creaked, and it was inevitable that he was a little ready to move.

With An Bochen or Zhang Bushi, although there are many "adgent encounters", it seems that every belligerent is not destined to be his turn. Take this time as an example, it is also a good reason to the eyebrows and pull out of the knife in cloth shoes, just to save the life of the An brothers in a short time. After that, Zhang Bushi took over the battle logically, and Wuhua can only watch. The task of protecting An Bochen.

He was bored and fiddling with the magic wand. Wuhua's eyes fell on the golden arrow with blood marks on his feet. The word "yellow" of the dragon flying and phoenix dance was particularly conspicuous.

"The roaring tiger and the yellow sky..."

Wuhua said in a low voice, with a trace of strange brilliance flashing in his eyes.

He is here to protect An Bochen. Isn't it Huang Batian who suddenly shoots cold arrows before the defense? It's better to look for him than to guard against him here.

Brother An can pass the test and defeat Wang Yue, and those who wear cloth shoes can also fight with Wang Yue. Then how can't I fight with Huang Batian... Maybe we can use this to break through Tianpin.

Wuhua thought secretly, and the closed vertical eyes suddenly opened a gap, and the light was bursting.

On the mound in the south of the town, the burly man frowned suddenly and stared at the figure that moved towards him in the night. He flashed a complex color in his eyes, slowly turned his back and disappeared from the mound in a blink of an eye.

It's not how afraid Huang Batian is of Wuhua. Although Wuhua is the descendant of the god, he is born with no bottom, but after all, he only has the cultivation of the earth. Huang Batian is conceited that he can easily shoot Wuhua with just one arrow. However, His Majesty only asked him to deal with the rebel general of Liu. He only brought three arrows. At present, he has used one, and there are still two left. Huang Batian doesn't want to waste his royal golden arrows on superfluous people. Tonight, it seems that An Bochen's life has been saved for the time being. Maybe it's God's will. I don't want him to die so early. It can be preserved tonight, and tomorrow night, walk through this town, and then an empty town is the important town guarded by the winged tiger Huafei. At that time...

When Wuhua rushed to the mound five miles away, he could not see the shadow of Huang Batian, and only the strings of footprints that were not deep under the shadow of the moon.

"Tang the tiger away from the mountain?"

Wuhua's heart tightened, and he quickly opened his eyes slightly. He saw Huang Batian's long bow drifting eastward and did not linger near the town. Wuhua's heart was a little wider, but it was inevitable that he had some regrets. At the moment when the magic wand fell, his heart suddenly moved. Looking up, he saw that something seemed to be flowing between the night clouds. In a blink of an eye, he gathered into a sword spirit of more than 20 feet and fell to the lonely town.

"Ginger is still old and spicy... Amitabha."

It is less and less like the monk's Wuhua talking and running back, with a look of gloating on his face.

......

After all, Wang Yue's cultivation strength is one or two times higher than that of Zhang Bu Shi. Huang Batian retreated, and the air that vaguely locked him was gone. Without distraction, Wang Yue no longer left his hand.

Pulling out a sword flower to block Zhang Bushi's left-hand knife, and his body rotated. Wang Yue flashed a shadow and crashed into Zhang Bushi's chest. The hilt of the sword turned upside down and hit Zhang Bushi three or four feet away. Zhang Bushi flew upside down in mid-air, but his men did not stop. The two knives were combined, and a cyclone swung out like scissors opened his mouth to intercept Wang Yue, who was chasing after the victory. Then he recited a spell, and a black wind gushed out of his eyebrows and drowned him in the blink of an eye.

Wang Yue didn't fully see it clearly when Zhang Bushi came, but this time he could see it clearly.

There was nothing special about that black wind, and there was not much surprise about the double knives in Zhang Bushi's hand. But when a short, long and two knives appeared in the black wind with the young man, Wang Yue was suddenly stunned. In an instant, his color changed greatly and he gasped, but suddenly remembered the uncle who existed in Zhongdu. According to the legend in the school, at that time, the master of the Zhao family, who was sitting in Zhongdu, was still there.

"You are... It's you..."

Wang Yue opened his mouth, and the surprise on his face gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a strong murderous intention in the face of An Bochen's fashion.

One finger to the sky, one finger to the ground, Wang Yue exhaled long breath, and the breath attracted the sky, and in an instant turned into a sword spirit of more than twenty feet.

Wearing a black wind, Zhang Bushi quietly looked at Wang Yue, who was brewing sword spirit, and shook his head and said, "You're wrong, I'm not."

Zhang Bushi's personality is completely opposite to that of the flowerless monk. He is quiet and says that he can't say a daughter, but he rarely tells lies, which is much better than Wuhua, who is "not talking nonsense".

Wang Yue is the favorite general of Uncle Zhao. He also knows the character of Uncle Zhao's beloved disciple. Naturally, he knows that Zhang Bushi is a sincere person in general. But under the face of this "sincere person" all day long, there always seems to be an unknown secret. With today's black wind wrapped in a double knife, Wang Yue finally remembered the legend.

No wonder he only practiced in the teaching field for three years. Three years later, he went to the Zhongdu Tianta and survived 50 moves in the hands of the eldest disciple of the emperor's eldest disciple, and became the emperor's closed disciple. Kansai Zhang Bushi, Ma Lu visited famous teachers, sharpened a sword in three years, and achieved success in the world... He is not born with a bottomless hole, nor is he a genius with strange bones. The reason why he broke through the ground in only three years is because he is...

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yue held the sword in his hand and stared at the expressionless young man. He only felt that all the mysteries were coming out today.

But Zhao Shuai... Does Uncle Huang know about it? How could he not have found it with his cultivation? Since he found out, why did he keep him?

"That's all. Since General Wang doesn't believe it, Zhang doesn't bother to understand. Since it was discovered by General Wang, he could only silence the general.

Zhang Bushi said, dancing with two knives, rolling the black wind and flying to Wang Yue.

"Spear out?"

Chewing softly, Wang Yue smiled indifferently and did not get angry because of Zhang Bushi's extremely arrogant tone.

Holding the sword spirit in his hand, Wang Yue's eyes were full of white fire, and the soles of his feet walked with mysterious and mysterious steps, bullying Zhang Bushi.

The sword spirit soared to the sky, the moonlight was dainful, the double-knife demon was evil, and the Beidou was killed.

In a blink of an eye, there are less than ten steps between the two.

At this time, Wang Yue found a smile in Zhang Bushi's always sad eyes. In his eyes after a smile, Wang Yue saw a silver gun rising to the sky.

His eyelids beat violently, and his heart was ominous. Wang Yue subconsciously looked sideways. The next moment, his face was as stiff as ice, and Gujing's Taoist heart was broken into powder at this moment.

The pool of blood is still there, and the golden arrow is also there, but the teenager who should have fallen into the pool of blood has disappeared.