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"Bu Jun is really an outstanding person, and it is a pleasure to work with Bu Jun!"

"Thank you so much!"

Bu Ying, with a smile on his face, sent the Japanese general out, feeling happy in his heart.

"The money of Japanese people is really good!"

Just now, he negotiated a deal with the Japanese and made tens of thousands of silver dollars.

As for the price, of course he betrayed some of his former comrades.

"Come on, if you have money, who would be a comrade with those poor people!"

Being a hero, fighting against bandits and Japanese people, and living in poverty every day.

He has had enough of this kind of life.

Since betraying his friends and national interests, he has already made a lot of money and has a mouth full of food. He was sweating.

Money is really a good thing.

Although he would occasionally feel a little palpitating and have a little conscience when he dreamed about it at midnight.

But as long as he thought of the white money, the delicious delicacies, and the things he asked for, Beauty.

He threw things like"three, six, three" out of the sky.

Bang!

In the night, there was a loud noise, as if something heavy fell to the ground.

Bu Ying was startled, and his body moved, as fast as an eagle, hiding He went to the corner.

He peeked out secretly and saw the Japanese man who was chatting and laughing with him lying on the ground, motionless.

"Taijun?" Bu Ying shouted softly

"No need to call!"

A cold voice sounded, and the next moment, a black shadow appeared on the wall.

Bu Ying was startled, and he pulled out and shot.

This time, he pulled out nothing.

The person gently shook his finger, and it was hovering above his finger. Holding a black object, it is his gun

"I've got the gun!"

Bu Ying's eyes narrowed. This person is really powerful.

He, the greatest hero in Guanzhong, didn't even know when he lost his gun.

This person is definitely the strongest person he has encountered since his debut.

"Who are you?"Bu Ying has sharp eyes.

"who I am? hehe! The visitor chuckled,"Aren't you familiar with my voice?""

The visitor turned around and let the moonlight hit his face.

Under the moonlight, the visitor's face clearly appeared in Bu Ying's eyes.

Just one glance made Bu Ying frightened.

"You, you... Yan Biao, are you a human or a ghost?!"

He remembered it very clearly.

Yan Biao had died a long time ago, and he died in the hands of bandits together with his wife and children.

There was only one Yan Shuangying left in the Yan family, and he was finally accepted as a disciple by Bu Ying and became a chess piece in his hands.

The sudden appearance of a person who had died a long time ago was really scary.

Yan Biao hummed:"It's not important, you are going to die soon anyway!""

As he spoke, he gently fell to the ground and slowly approached Bu Ying.

"I protect you with good intentions, but my family is ruined. It would be better for you to be a traitor instead of being a good person!"

"Bu Ying, do you feel any uneasy conscience when you think of those comrades who were betrayed by you?"

Yan Biao is like a wounded tiger, his eyes are full of devouring fierceness.

He hates traitors too much.

To deal with such people, even if they are cut into pieces, it will be difficult to relieve their hatred.

"conscience?

Bu Ying suddenly laughed,"How much is conscience worth?" If I still had my conscience, could I live in such a big house now?"

Bu Ying stood up straight and looked at Yan Biao, with a confident and calm light on his face.

"You should know that I am the number one hero in Guanzhong"

"Know!"

"Then you dare to get so close?"Bu Ying sneered,"Even if you die once, you are still so stupid!"

As he spoke, a cold light suddenly appeared, and in an instant it was in front of Yan Biao's throat.

"It’s simply a matter of taking death!"

Bu Ying sneered, feeling proud.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, filled with disbelief.

Yan Biao's hand magically appeared in front of his throat, clamping the cold light.

It was a flying knife with a cold light.

It was the elusive flying knife technique of the greatest hero in Guanzhong.

He could teach Yan Shuangying, who was half human and half ghost, the best spearman. Bu Ying's spear skills and martial arts were naturally extraordinary.

But what he met was not an ordinary person. It’s Yan Biao who is in the true spirit state. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

His extraordinary skills among ordinary people are just a trick in Yan Biao’s eyes

"How can it be!"

Bu Ying's voice trembled.

The distance between the two was only one foot!

With such a close distance, there was absolutely no chance of missing.

Otherwise, how could he earn the title of No. 1 in Guanzhong?

"How is this impossible?"Yan Biao sneered. The flying knife held between his two fingers suddenly glowed, melted into molten iron, and dripped on the ground. When

Bu Ying saw it, it was as if he had seen a ghost.

The flying knife is just a skill of using muscles and bones..

Even if you practice it to perfection, it will be amazing and shocking.

That is the power of a mortal!

Is it still something that the physical power can do to make the flying knife melt into water?

Bu Ying feels that it is very difficult!

Yan Biao in front of him, and him There was a big difference between Yan Biao in his impression.

For the first time, he suspected that this man came out of hell for revenge........

Otherwise, how could a mortal possess such unpredictable power?

"Brother Yan, why do you and I have to live and die?"Bu Ying's voice softened, and he forced out a smile,"As long as you work with me, I will never lose half of what you have. If we cooperate, what else can we not handle inside and outside the customs?"

"snort! Yan Biao's eyes didn't change at all,"I haven't done enough as a human being, how can I be a dog with you!""

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Bu Ying felt a strong force coming from him. He quickly used the Thousand Jin Pendant to stabilize his body, but found that it was of no use at all.

"Well……"

Bu Ying soared into the air, but Yan Biao grabbed him by the neck, holding him until his face turned purple.

Yan Biao didn't care at all. With a slight jump, he flew into the air, harnessed his true energy and ran out of the city.

Bu Ying's eyes widened, filled with horror.

This man must be an evil spirit from hell.

Otherwise, how could it possibly fly!

People absolutely cannot fly!

His eyes protrude and his heart pounds.

At this moment, Yan Biao stopped, landed in a cemetery, and threw Bu Ying to the ground.

"This is?"

"This is the cemetery of my comrades-in-arms. You traitor, you will use your head to worship my comrades today."

"No, I can change my ways……"

"Haha... No need! Yan Biao sneered,"A dog will always be a dog!" I won't believe what a traitor says!"

Stepping forward, he pressed his palms on Bu Ying's head.

Bu Ying only felt that his body was forced to stiffen, and his whole person was straightened into a steel gun, and then he was pressed into the ground little by little. The ground was sinking.

Bu Ying's field of vision It was going down bit by bit.

He knew that he was about to be buried alive, and he couldn't help but despair.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

At this moment, he thought of those comrades and compatriots who were killed by him.

They were also like him at this moment. , facing the enemy, he has no power to resist, and can only let death approach little by little.

And now, retribution has fallen on him.

He will also be buried in the soil little by little, and eventually suffocate to death.

Death is approaching little by little, this kind of It felt so terrible.

At this moment, it didn't matter whether he was a hero or a traitor.

He just wanted to live.

It's just that Yan Biao came for revenge. His attitude was quite determined, and his pressing palms were strong. No matter Bu Ying No matter how his eyes begged, he didn't have any mercy

PS:Thanks to 15662.. for urging me to update, and thank you for your support..