Wizard Wang Xiaobo

( ) This is a night with no moon and no stars.The gloominess and darkness of the night were as miserable as when the funeral was held.

Wang Xiaobo stood on the cliff where he was knocked down last time, smoking a cigarette while 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 reconciled to loneliness and failure, and a tacit understanding is the understanding between them.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the bursts of heat are gone, and a breeze blows by, giving people a little bit of coolness.Only the silence of the night, and the flickering of the cigarette butt on Wang Xiaobo's mouth, seemed to tell people that this was destined to be an unusual night.

The sound of rustling footsteps approached from far away.To the ears of Wang Xiaobo's Ninger magic, this step is so steady, faintly revealing the master's confidence and pride.

Laughter, wild laughter, suddenly sounded in the dark night.The bird woke up, flapped its wings, and disappeared into the terrible night.The few fallen leaves were scattered like ghosts and ghosts.

"Here we come!" The two words that came out of Wolf Howling Yuntianlin Mangosteen's mouth were cold, wild and dismissive.

"Coming!" The same two words came out of Wang Xiaobo's mouth, but with a hint of helplessness and reckless heaviness.

"Tonight?" It was still two words, clearly asking if there was any other confession, this was the last moment in the world, after tonight there would be no more chances.Lin Shanzhu seems to have a melancholy feeling of sympathy.

"Tonight!" It's still two words, it's a kind of determination, and it's also a kind of no hesitation.Wang Xiaobo stood there like a pine tree, with a dignified air of righteousness.

"Oh." A simple word.They are all heroes, and saying one more word is also nonsense.In the dark night, Lin Shanzhu's eyes shone like a wolf.

"Oh!" An ordinary word.There is already a clear distinction between good and evil, 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 vortices one by one, and then drifting down in the surroundings.

Two masters of national martial arts, one for honor and the other for justice, are fighting desperately.

"Boom!" A punch.The mountain was trembling, as if its strength had knocked away the strong chest of the mountain, leaving only the rumbling echo in the valley.

"Hiss!" Pointing.The forest was shaking, the internal force was like a ray of sword energy, the tall trees groaned, and the only thing left was the helplessness of fallen leaves.

surprise!Lin Shanzhu was indeed surprised.In just one day, the opponent's strength was already on par, and even his internal strength seemed to be higher than him.It's just that he has more experience than him, and his tricks are more sophisticated than him.He no longer looked down, and there were faint beads of sweat on his face.

Wang Xiaobo felt that his internal force was constantly flowing, his energy became more and more abundant, and his finger force that turned his energy into a thread became stronger.It used to take a few minutes to point out a second finger, but now it can point out three fingers in one go.

Hiss, hiss, hiss.Wang Xiaobo extended three fingers.Lin Shanzhu moved from left to right, just dodged the first two fingers, unfortunately the third finger could no longer dodge it, and it was worth touching on the left arm.

The hand, the left hand, the left hand used for attacking, the left hand he has been proud of for decades, has finally fulfilled his historical mission.

The leg, the left leg, the left leg used for maneuvering, the left leg that resounded through the martial arts world with howling wolves, suddenly knelt down in another attack by Wang Xiaobo.

Disappointment, despondency, sadness, and the coolness of the night in the mountainous area completely lost Lin Shanzhu's confidence.Since then, there has been no such name as Wolf Howling Sky in this world.

"The misery is boundless, the evening clouds have passed, the autumn wind is old, the ancient name is left empty, but the sun is empty." In his sadness, he thought of this poem by Yong Yong.That's right, there are talents from generation to generation, so don't you just pass by the evening clouds, the autumn wind is old, and there is only an empty name left.

"Today probably represents yourself? I don't think Guan Xiwang's money can arouse your fighting spirit anymore." 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, your skill has suddenly increased to the top level by seven levels?"

Wang Xiaobo smiled: "It seems that between you and me, it is superfluous to talk about this issue now? Alright, let's go, I hope you can take care of yourself."

Of course he knew that it was the same thing whether to ask or not to ask these killers.A person who licks blood on the blade is not afraid of death.

As for Guan Xiwang, who is a bird in a cage anyway, even if he is tossed about a few times, there will be no big waves, and he is just used to establish his prestige.

Wang Xiaobo no longer has much interest in this so-called one of the five great masters.He turned around resolutely and walked down the mountain.

At this time, the dark clouds have gradually dispersed.The crystal stars shone movingly on the endless gray sky, and fell in the woods, leaving a mottled place.

In the distance, a black shadow hurried away.Wang Xiaobo seemed to have seen Guan Xiwang's sad and helpless expression.

The old village chief, what a good man, died under the killer you hired.OK, let's take it slow.Death, that is too direct and too cheap for you.I want to make you miserable, it will be a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than death.Comrade Wang Xiaobo gritted his teeth a little bit.

Wang Xiaobo quietly followed Guan Xiwang.For someone like him who followed him, it was nothing but pediatrics.

Guan Xiwang stumbled and ran down the mountain.Unexpectedly, this kid really has nine lives, and the three killers can't touch him at all. This kid's kung fu is really amazing.He is angry, he is sad, and he is also praised. "Wang Xiaobo, you bastard, you bastard," he muttered in his heart, really wanting to shout out loudly.

When Guan Xiwang was running vigorously, he suddenly felt a numbness in his feet, gnawed mud with his mouth, and fell to the ground.

He got up cursing and looked around, except for the night, it was still the night, only the rustling of the wind blowing leaves 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 ran ten steps, his feet felt numb again.This time, because he ran faster, he had to turn two somersaults in a row before he kissed the ground intimately, and lost one of his front teeth.

Guan Xiwang held back the pain and started to run.Another ten steps.The feet are still numb, and the front teeth of the second class are dedicated to this majestic mountain.

"Ghost hitting the wall? Ghost hitting the wall!" Guan Xiwang yelled frantically, not daring to get up again.The painful appearance of Wu Zhe looked so hideous under the hazy moonlight.

Wang Xiaobo finally showed a child-like innocent smile on his face.Guan Xiwang, Guan Xiwang, you just enjoy this pleasant torture slowly.

The fun is yet to come.