Chapter 258 Lamb and Jackal

Previously, Wang Yue and Huang Batian were hit in the abdomen and back one after another, which severely damaged An Bochen. Unexpectedly, the feng shui took turns. In less than half an hour, Wang Yue fell into almost the same situation. In front of him was Zhang Bushi, who hid in the black wind and raised the knife, and behind him was the silver gun that he thought he would never get up again.

Taoist heart was broken into powder. ** Out of the ordinary heart belonging to the ordinary old man, his body rushed forward. Wang Yue couldn't stop his footsteps. He couldn't stop it. Two tyrannical murderous atmospheres had locked him firmly. As long as he hesitated a little, the cyclone and the air column would roar and smash him into scum. Therefore, he could only kill Zhang Bushi in front of him as fast as possible, and then turn back in time to block the spiral of anger.

The lonely town under the night is full of a desolate atmosphere, and the dead grass is high on the desert road, rolling to both sides, like waves.

The three figures rushed between the "waves" and got closer and closer to each other.

Zhang Bushi is only three steps away from Wang Yue, and Wang Yue is only seven steps away from the silver gun behind him. In seven steps, he must kill Zhang Bushi. Once he is entangled by Zhang Bushi, when the spiral gas column is bombarded, he will inevitably be pierced by the silver gun. Zhang Bushi is not the case. Wang Yue's strength is obviously higher than that of him. The kendo is amazing. Zhang Bushi doesn't expect to kill Wang Yue on the spot, but only wants to drag him to the silver gun stab him.

One is to strive for a hit, and the other is intended to fight. Wang Yue's sword gas turns into a white rainbow, roaring under the moon, while Zhang Bushi crosses the two knives, stirring the surrounding air, and condensing waves of knives.

The sword spirit is like a rainbow, effortlessly piercing the knife wave under his hand, **.

Wang Yue looked happy. After the sword spirit broke the knife spirit, his epee was close to Zhang Bushi's head.

"Hung!"

The sound of gold and stone strikes came, but Zhang Bushi was not in a hurry, and he danced with two knives to the rushing sword spirit.

Zhang Bushi did not have the ability of Wang Yue to cut the cyclone with weapons, but his two knives were unusual weapons, with fierce evil spirit, and he suddenly broke out when he touched the epee.

His arms trembled gently, and Zhang Bushi resisted the heavy pressure. Under the entangled thick eyebrows, there was a pair of blood eyes that gradually became tyrannical scarlet.

The evil spirit surged and intercepted Wang Yue's sword spirit. Wang Yue's heart thumped, and his left thumb carried out a seal, and quickly pressed the hilt of the sword.

The epee exerted strength again and gave rise to a new sword spirit, supporting the former sword spirit to bombard the sharpness of the knife, but the new sword spirit did not break down Zhang Bushi as he imagined, but it seemed to encounter a towering mountain burning with blood and fire, blocking him and him at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Yue raised his head and looked at the slightly painful eyes of the young man. After a moment of trance, Wang Yue took a deep breath and was about to turn ten thousand swords around the double knives.

At this time, Wang Yue only felt a cold light flashed in front of him. The cold light came from the blood eyes opposite. It was the silver gun that rose to the sky. At this time, he had filled his eyes.

A thick bitter smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and Wang Yue lowered his heavy sword.

The next moment, Wang Yue was raised high, and a spiral pillar scratched a shadow across his body.

The heart of Taoism is broken, and youth can't be forever. With the spiral gas column flooding him, ** The skin outside the broken shirt changes from red to yellow, and every inch becomes dry and wrinkled. The long black hair is also dyed white, losing its color and fading its luster like the withered grass on the barren road.

The tip of the gun was poked out, and then it was taken back. Wang Yue fell to the ground and raised his hand. After all, he couldn't hold the epee again. He looked at the direction of going to Beijing confusedly. Wang Yue smiled bitterly and closed his eyes when the night wind brushed down.

There are three situations in which people die: they have a great understanding when they are alive; they have a clear understanding before death; and they still do not understand when they die.

For example, Wang Yue belongs to the third class. He still breaks the unhappy head barrier until he dies for the king. Instead of half of the Taoist heart and half of the minister's heart suffering in the world, it is better to die early and live early to seek reincarnation and realize it in the next life.

At night, the gun screamed, but it was taken back by their respective owners at the same time.

Dissipating the black wind, the young man in linen shoes looked at An Bochen, who flashed the sick red tide on his cheeks and smiled. For a while, he couldn't think of what to say, so he could only look away with some embarrassment.

Zhang Bushi and An Bochen's friendship is all because of Wuhua. Zhang Bushi is a stuffy gourd. An Bochen is half. When he was in Liujing, if there was no Hua, the two would have been cold seventeen or eight times.

In the battle of Goran Guzhen, An Bochen and Zhang Bushi joined hands to kill the five tiger generals. After the seven bears, another tiger fell, the world was chaotic, and Da Kuang's luck once again became complicated. However, the two people who dominated all this in front of the town did not show much joy. After a smile at the beginning, they all looked away. Zhang Bushi carefully looked at Wang Yue's body, and An Bochen looked at Wuhua who flew back two or three miles away, but he was thinking hard and looking for a way to relieve the cold scene.

"I also know your secret. Are you going to kill me?"

An Bochen suddenly turned his head, looked at Zhang Bushi, and asked like a ghost.

If his cold joke meets his boss Majin, it can make Simajin laugh secretly, but once he meets Zhang Bushi who is meticulous and extremely serious, the consequences can be imagined.

The four eyes are facing each other, and then it withdraws quickly.

Zhang Bushi frowned and immediately unfolded. He thought about it seriously for a long time and said, "You can pretend not to know."

"It's funny, I really don't know Brother Zhang's secret."

"I know."

......

Just as the two had nothing to say, the red-faced Wuhua girl rushed over and looked at Wang Yue's body. His face was full of complexity and unwillingness, but it made Zhang Bushi and An Bochen secretly relieved, and their faces returned to nature.

"What do you know or don't know... The little monk only knows that you two are cheap again. Why can't this good thing always be the little monk's turn!"

Wuhua went to chase Huang Batian and rushed into the air. Looking back, he saw the scene of Zhang Bushi and An Bochen working together to kill Wang Yue. How much he regretted and how much he regretted. If he stayed patiently, this battle would not be missing him. For Wuhua, who was aggressive and lively, missing the feast of killing the five tigers was enough to make him annoyed for three or five days.

"Maybe the Buddha doesn't want to see you kill and secretly guides you."

Looking at the handsome young monk, An Bochen said with a smile, but saw Wuhua suddenly turn his head and stared at him carefully, as if he was looking for something.

An Bochen was so uncomfortable being stared at. He touched his face and wondered, "What are you looking at?"

Wuhua did not open his mouth, but Zhang Bushi, who was beside him, whispered with a smile, "This Huahua monk must think that Brother An is very different from before."

"Amitabha....... You are right about wearing cloth shoes. Brother Ann has indeed changed a lot compared with the past... At least on this journey, he was cruel and murderous. In the mouths of my brothers and nephews, Brother An is a big demon now.

Wuhua said jokingly, and there was a disdainful smile on the corners of his mouth. An Bochen suddenly looked east for a long time and shook his head with a smile.

"The jackals are rampant in this world, and the fierce tiger is hegemony. If you are a lamb, you can't even protect half of the grass."

Hearing the words, Wu Hua seemed to think about it. Zhang Bushi looked deeply at An Bochen and said for a long time.

"Congratulations, Brother Ann."

Of the three people, Zhang Bushi is the oldest and has the most experience. He understood what An Bochen said a long time ago.

If you want to survive in this troubled world where tigers and wolves are rampant, you can no longer be stupid lambs. The lambs didn't want much in the past, but they were unreasonablely occupied by jackals, tigers and leopards. If you want to take it back, you can only put on the skin of tigers and wolves, wear the mask of demons, and forget their original face... One day, you may find that you get much more than you want at the beginning, and you will also find that the skin and mask can't be removed no matter how hard you try - it is connected with flesh and blood.

Things in the world are always so helpless and contradictory. Just like Wang Yue just now, whether he was cut by a knife or stabbed by a gun, it is inevitable to choose one.