The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 51: Murderous Heart Burns

"call out……"

Wang Wen thrust his spear into the air and stabbed at Zhang Yuan, the leader of the Sanhe Gang.

The iron spear body thrust forward swiftly like a giant python swimming, and the silver-white tassel at the spear head exploded, looking very much like the mane of a dragon swimming in the wind, and its powerful momentum was beyond words.

The two of them had just had a hasty fight in the dim light. Zhang Yuan had already felt Wang Wen's extraordinary power. At this moment, Wang Wen was furious, so he naturally did not dare to be careless.

He kicked the copper stick, stepped back, took a bow stance, shook the copper stick, and with an equally powerful and powerful move, he used the stick's tip three inches to push away the oncoming silver spear head.

With a "bang" sound, the copper stick trembled violently and successfully pushed away the silver spear.

The force fed back from the stick head shocked Zhang Yuan, and he quickly twisted the stick head to wrap around the iron spear body and quickly approached, aiming at Wang Wen's throat.

Wang Wen is also not a pure brute who only relies on his strength to beat people.

Seeing that his stick was so fast and sharp, he immediately grabbed the handle of the gun and twisted and shook it. A force of hardness yet softness shook the gun head that was held above Zhang Yuan's head by the copper stick and chopped it down. The gun head pointed at the back of Zhang Yuan's head as accurately as a python turning its head.

Zhang Yuan heard the evil wind behind his head, and changed his tactics, holding the iron spear with a horizontal stick in his hand and raising it up. He lowered his body and tilted his head, calmly avoiding the spear head that was coming down.

The two men were only three feet apart, but the weapons in their hands were entangled.

Wang Wen stared at him with gritted teeth, then silently raised his leg and kicked him in the heart.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan raised his left elbow and swung it like an axe, chopping Wang Wen's lower body in three directions.

"Boom."

Their elbows collided heavily, and both men used the force to drag their weapons backwards.

Wang Wen put away his gun and took three steps back, staring straight at Zhang Yuan who was two meters away. He put his right toe on the ground and slowly moved his ankle.

In the previous attack, he used his hidden energy to counter the transformed energy and suffered a small loss.

The strength of this old man's energy is much stronger than that of that dead guy Peng Ying. Even triple iron shirt can't stop it.

On the other side, Zhang Yuan was moving his numb left arm, and his heart was also extremely shocked... Of course, he had heard of Wang Erhu's name of being born with supernatural powers, but no one had told him that he was born with such supernatural powers!

"You can't fight him in close combat!"

This thought flashed through the minds of both of them at the same time.

The next second, Wang Wen took another step forward, and the silver spear in his hand stabbed towards Zhang Yuan's throat like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Zhang Yuan was experienced. He held the middle of the copper stick with both hands and exerted force. The head of the stick pushed away the silver spear head, and the tail of the stick was ready for Wang Wen's change of moves. At the same time, he retreated his feet repeatedly to increase the attack distance.

"Bang."

The gun tip bounced off, Wang Wen twisted his hips, twisted the gun handle with his back hand, and pressed the gun body with his front hand, pushing and lifting it.

Then a "wu" sound was heard, and the spear head that was pushed away by the copper stick turned back and chopped down, and a cold light swept towards the side of Zhang Yuan's neck.

"Ding."

The copper stick blocked the gun tip at the critical moment, narrowly blocking Wang Wen's insidious and cunning shot.

As he approached, without waiting for Wang Wen to put away his spear and stab again, Zhang Yuan's seemingly bulky body had already taken small and flexible steps, spinning rapidly along the iron spear body, and driving the copper stick to split the mountain like a great sage, leaving a residual shadow and smashing it towards Wang Wen's crown.

Wang Wen raised his eyes, and instead of retreating, he moved forward, sliding his hands along the gun body to the middle of the gun body, and holding the gun horizontally to block.

"clang!"

Zhang Yuan smashed the iron spear with a heavy and powerful stick, but Wang Wen held the spear above his head without moving at all.

Their eyes met, and they both said "fuck" in their hearts...but they were only three or four feet apart.

But having learned from the last lesson, neither of them chose to fight with fists and feet this time.

Instead, they all held the weapons in their hands tightly, one put away the stick and changed the chopping to stabbing, and the other raised the gun handle to suppress the opponent at close range.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..."

The copper stick and the iron spear collided fiercely. The two men kept switching positions, each trying to forcibly overwhelm the other's posture and find a flaw that could kill with one blow.

But the two were evenly matched, and neither could suppress the other. They could only collide and fight each other like two red-eyed bulls.

"Look at the lime!"

Wang Wen was so impatient that he shouted and swung his left hand.

When Zhang Yuan heard the sound, he looked up and saw a black object flying towards him. He stomped his feet vigilantly, jumped back, and hit the object with his stick.

With a "bang" sound, the copper stick smashed through the black object as if it were nothing, but no dust was scattered. Instead, the object split into two halves, flew around the copper stick and continued to fly towards him.

Zhang Yuan thought it was not good and quickly continued to retreat, while swinging the copper stick into a windmill to protect his whole body.

The shadow of the stick stirred up dark objects that flew all over the sky, but none of them fell on Zhang Yuan.

However, Zhang Yuan did not feel relieved at all. He first held the stick across his chest and took a defensive stance, then raised his head and looked carefully... As expected, there was no sign of Wang Wen in front of him.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind rushed out from the shadow on his left.

Zhang Yuan felt relieved, and without even looking, he clasped his hands together and rushed forward, thinking that no matter how Wang Wen attacked, he would keep his composure and wait and see.

"clang."

The rapidly rotating copper rod crushed the gorgeous gun flowers and accurately held the gun tip.

Zhang Yuan subconsciously raised his leg, intending to swing the stick along the gun to hit Wang Wen's hands holding the gun, but he didn't expect that this lift would not move his right leg...

He glanced down and saw that a pool of greasy black water had already covered the back of his feet and stuck his legs to the ground.

"Your legs aren't working well, are they?"

Wang Wen's sinister voice rang out from the shadows: "Do you feel the fear?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spear that had retracted into the shadows shot out like a poisonous snake hunting, and the spear head trembled as it aimed at Zhang Yuan's eyes, throat, chest and other vital parts.

Zhang Yuan calmly swung his stick to block the attack while trying to pull his legs out, but he could only watch as more and more black water rushed in from all directions and submerged his thighs.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The two men fought faster and faster with spears and sweeping sticks. The sky was full of madly shining cold light, illuminating the dim alleys and the pair of blood-red eyes in the shadows.

Zhang Yuan's face remained calm, but his heart grew increasingly frightened and cold as the fight continued. Even though his mind was too busy to think about anything else, a chill ran from his tailbone along his spine to the top of his head, chilling him so much that goose bumps appeared all over his body...

Soon, the silver-bright spear light, which was constantly shaking due to the inertia of the spear, slowly and resolutely invaded the three-foot stick circle in front of Zhang Yuan. The strong wind from the spear head tearing through the air had already lifted the messy hair on his forehead and made it fly wildly.

'not good! '

He could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. His thoughts, which had been condensed into a point, dispersed, and the airtight stick curtain in his hand also showed a flaw.

He immediately noticed the flaw and frantically swung his stick to try to save the situation, but it was too late.

At this moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down a thousand times.

He clearly saw the silver-shining spear tip, which, like a silver snake emerging from a cave, slowly passed through the gap in his stick curtain, shaking its head and biting the tendons of his wrists.

"clang……"

With a dragging sound of metal clashing, the copper rod flew out and disappeared into the dark night sky.

In an instant, a gorgeous gun flower exploded in front of Zhang Yuan. The shrill sound of breaking through the air and the crisp sound of cloth tearing rang out at the same time, and the splattered blood and flesh flew into the silver gun flower.

Before Zhang Yuan could feel the pain, his left arm fell off cleanly.

"what……"

He screamed, covering his broken arm and leaning back desperately: "Kill me, and your adoptive father will also be killed!"

"call out."

The silver spear stopped at his neck.

Wang Wen slowly emerged from the shadows, gun drawn. His eyes crimson as he growled, "I'll ask you again... What have you done to my old man?"

Zhang Yuan's heart raced, and he tried to organize his words and start talking nonsense.

At this moment, a huge head fell from the sky and landed beside Wang Wen with a "bang". After rolling a few times, it revealed a skinny face with white hair and beard, a pointed chin and monkey cheeks, looking at him.

Wang Wen looked up and saw a tall figure with a high hat, a wide belt and flowing sleeves standing under the bright waning moon.

"I am Jiang Jin, the deputy head of the Law Enforcement Hall. You should know my family, kid."

The figure spoke slowly, his calm voice carrying a reassuring charm. "Your adoptive father had long noticed Zhang Yuan's ulterior motives, and he sent a horse to ask me to return to Yangzhou to take charge. What happened tonight was exactly as he anticipated. The traitor Zhang Yuan bribed failed to harm him in the slightest. There's no need to worry unduly, my child."

"This man is the Black Tiger Taoist, the leader of the Fire Hall branch of the White Lotus Sect. You must bring his head back to the government office and hand it over to your superiors to prove that our Cao Gang is clean..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a "swish" sound, and Zhang Yuan's head flew up, and warm blood spurted two or three meters high.

Wang Wen tapped the ground with his spear, raised his head, and, drenched in blood, slowly pulled up the corners of his lips to reveal a harmless, innocent smile: "Master, what did you just say?"

Jiang Jin: ...

(End of this chapter)