() This is a night without moon and stars. The gloomy darkness of the night is as miserable as when a funeral is held.
Wang Xiaobo stood on the cliff where he was knocked down last time, smoking a cigarette and quietly waiting for the person who should come. Both of them are masters, and both have their own pride and confidence. He believes that masters will never be willing to be lonely.
And failure, the tacit understanding is the understanding between their masters.
At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, there were no longer those bursts of heat, and a breeze blew by, giving people a slight sense of coolness. Only the silence of the dark night, and the flicker of the cigarette butt on Wang Xiaobo's mouth, seemed to tell people,
This is bound to be an unusual night.
The sound of rustling footsteps came closer and closer. To Wang Xiaobo's ear concentrating ability, he could hear how steady these steps were, faintly revealing the owner's confidence and pride.
Laughter, wild laughter, suddenly sounded in the dark night. The birds woke up, flapped their wings, and disappeared into the terrible night. A few fallen leaves were scattered around, as scary as ghosts.
"Here we come!" The two words that came out of Shanzhu's mouth were cold, a little wild and dismissive.
"Here we come!" The same two words came out of Wang Xiaobo's mouth, but with a hint of helplessness and desperate heaviness.
"Tonight?" It's still two words, clearly asking if there is any other explanation. This is the last moment in this world, and after tonight there will be no chance again. Lin Shanzhu seemed to have a feeling of sympathy for each other.
"Tonight!" It was still two words, a decision and a duty to have no hesitation. Wang Xiaobo stood there like a pine tree, with an awe-inspiring air.
"Oh." It's a simple word. They are all heroes, and another word is nonsense. Lin Shanzhu's eyes glowed like a wolf in the dark night.
"Oh!" It was just an ordinary word. The distinction between good and evil was already clear, so why bother to say more? There was a faint smile on the corner of Wang Xiaobo's mouth.
The silence of the night has been completely broken, the air is flowing strongly, and the blown leaves are rolled up in the sky, forming whirlpools, and then falling in pieces around.
Two masters of Chinese martial arts, one for honor and the other for justice, are fighting to the death.
"Bang!" With a punch, the mountains were trembling, and the strength seemed to have knocked away the strong chests of the mountains, leaving only the rumbling echo in the valley.
"Hiss!" With one finger, the mountain forest was shaking, and the internal force was like a wisp of sword energy. The tall trees groaned, and all that was left was the helplessness of fallen leaves.
Surprised! Lin Shanzhu was indeed surprised. In just one day, his opponent's strength was already between equals, and even his internal strength seemed to be higher than his. It's just that he had more experience than him, and his tricks were more skillful than him. He no longer looked down upon him, and his face
There were also faint beads of sweat on my face.
Wang Xiaobo felt that his internal energy was constantly flowing, his energy was becoming more and more abundant, and his finger power to turn Qi into threads was also more powerful. It used to take him a few minutes to point out a second finger, but now he could point out three fingers in a row.
Hiss, hiss, hiss. Wang Xiaobo pointed out three fingers in a row. Lin Shanzhu moved left and right and just avoided the first two fingers. Unfortunately, the third finger could no longer be avoided and was stuck on his left arm.
The hand, the left hand, the left hand used to attack, the left hand that has been proud of for decades, finally completed its historical mission.
The leg, the left leg, the left leg used for moving, the left leg that resounded in the martial arts forest with a wolf howl, suddenly knelt down under another attack from Wang Xiaobo.
Disappointment, despondency, sadness, and the coolness of the night in the mountainous area completely destroyed Lin Shanzhu's confidence. From then on, the name Wolf Howling Cloud Sky no longer existed in this world.
"The misery is endless, the dusk clouds have passed, the autumn wind has faded, and the ancient names remain empty, but I stare at them in the sky." In his sadness, he remembered this poem by Qian Yong. Yes, there are talents in this generation, how can I do it?
Isn't it just that the dusk clouds have passed and the autumn wind has faded away, leaving only an empty name?
"Perhaps you are representing yourself today? I think Guan Xiwang's money can no longer inspire your fighting spirit." Wang Xiaobo mocked contemptuously.
Lin Shanzhu looked at Wang Xiaobo blankly: "Is there any point in talking about him? It's just that I don't understand that in just one day's work, your skill suddenly increased to the top seven levels?"
Wang Xiaobo smiled: "It seems that it is redundant for you and me to discuss this issue now? Okay, you go, I hope you can take care of yourself."
Of course he knew that for these killers, asking or not asking was a matter of course. People who lick blood from the blade of a knife are not afraid of death.
As for Guan Xiwang, he is a bird in a cage anyway. Even if he tries a few times, he won't make any big waves. It's just a good time to use him to establish his own prestige.
Wang Xiaobo no longer had much interest in this so-called one of the five masters. He turned around resolutely and walked down the mountain.
At this time, the dark clouds had gradually dispersed. The crystal stars were shining with moving light in the endless gray sky, falling into the woods, leaving mottled spots on the ground.
In the distance, a black shadow hurried away. Wang Xiaobo seemed to see Guan Xiwang's helpless and miserable expression.
Old village chief, what a good person he was, but he died at the hands of the killer you hired. Okay, then let’s kill him slowly. Death is too direct and too cheap for you. I want you to
It hurts more than life, it is a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than death. Comrade Wang Xiaobo was really gritting his teeth.
Wang Xiaobo followed Guan Xiwang quietly. Following someone like him was nothing more than child's play.
Guan Xiwang stumbled and ran down the mountain. He didn't expect that this kid really had nine lives, and the three killers couldn't touch him at all. This kid's kung fu was really amazing. He was angry, he was sad, and he also praised it. "Wang Xiaobo, you damn,
"Son of a bitch" he cursed in his heart and really wanted to shout out loud.
When Guan Xiwang was running vigorously, he suddenly felt numbness in his feet, gnawed mud in his mouth, and fell to the ground.
Cursing, he got up and looked around. It was still dark, and only the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind was telling something.
Guan Xiwang wanted to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, so he ran desperately again.
However, before he could run ten steps, his feet became numb again. This time because he ran faster, he had to do two somersaults before kissing the earth intimately, and one of his front teeth also fell out.
Guan Xiwang held back the pain and forced himself to run. After another ten steps, his feet were still numb. In the second lesson, his front teeth were sacrificed to this intimidating mountain.
"Ghosts beating the wall? Ghosts beating the wall!" Guan Xiwang yelled crazily, never daring to get up again. His helpless and painful look looked so hideous in the dim moonlight.
Wang Xiaobo finally showed an innocent smile like a child. Guan Xiwang, Guan Xiwang, just slowly enjoy this pleasant torture.
