Tang An ignored Zhan Wushuang, who had fallen into madness, and instead raised his head to look up at the gloomy sky, as if he saw the old man who had guarded the mountains and rivers of the Western Regions all his life smiling at him.

He sighed and persuaded, "Zhan Wushuang, stop it!" You have gone too far on the wrong path. Think of your grandfather in the Hero I, would he want to see his only grandson saddled with the infamy of a rebel in the Spirit of Heaven? If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and I don't think your grandfather wants to see you end up like Dongfang Yuanxing, defeated and killed, leaving a stench for 10,000 years. ”

"Joke! Who can stop us in such a field? With that remnant army? Or is it by admiration? Or is it up to you? ”

Zhan Wushuang looked disdainful, and pointed a gun at Tang An: "It's the same for everyone!" ”

Kindly earned the donkey's liver and lungs, Tang An shrugged: "I just reminded you for the sake of your grandfather's face, and I can't bear to see the loyalty and goodness." If you insist on going your own way, then no wonder me. ”

As if remembering Zhan Lingyun's voice and smile, a trace of gloom flashed on Zhan Wushuang's face, but this trace of emotion was quickly hidden, and ruthlessness climbed up his cheeks again.

"In my life, the person I admire the most is my grandfather, and the person I hate the most is also him! He was too old to understand that he was just a pawn in a power struggle that could be sacrificed at any moment. It's ridiculous that our war family has done everything for Datang, but none of them can die well. Could it be that the price of fighting for the imperial court is that all our war families are in the ground? For the Qin family to dominate the world, take a loyal life, is our life so worthless? ”

Zhan Wushuang shook his head and said, "Things shouldn't be like this. A hundred years later, in the Qingming Festival, there was not even a descendant of the dead grass grave who burned paper, which is so sad. The name in history must also be inherited by descendants, so... I will never let the warriors disappear! ”

Zhan Wushuang had never understood that what Zhan Lingyun did not hesitate to protect at the cost of his life was not the Qin family's country, but the peace of the people. The old man who cherishes his family and country, he doesn't care whether he is used as a pawn, he only cares that the people can live and work in peace and contentment under the protection of a stable regime.

For this reason, he gave up a privileged life and spent his life guarding the border with horses. For this reason, he sacrificed his life and forgot his soul to return to the Western Regions.

It's a pity that later generations only inherited his bravery, but they did not inherit that spirit - the spirit of dying for the people and not wanting to be like reincarnation.

He just mistakenly blamed the court for the withering of the warriors, but he lacked the courage to sacrifice and take responsibility. It is impossible for such a person to hold up the sky of Datang, because he has obsessions. And people who are too obsessed...... There was no salvation at all.

Tang An didn't plan to persuade again, so he could only sigh deeply.

"I shouldn't have told you these things." Zhan Wushuang didn't feel the pity and correspondence contained in Tang An's sigh, but instead collected his emotions and smiled cruelly: "You don't understand the affairs of our Zhan family, and you don't need to understand, because you will die soon." ”

Tang An looked at him one last time, as if overlapping him with the old man's resolute face, and frowned: "Is it necessary to separate you from me?" ”

"Wrong." Zhan Wushuang pointed at Tang An, and then pointed at himself: "It's you who die, and I live!" ”

"Then you can't blame me."

Hopeless people don't need to be saved at all. I'm sorry, old general!

Tang An took a deep breath, turned his head suddenly, pointed to the sky with a surprised face, and shouted, "Look! Taishang Laojun! ”

Zhan Wushuang was slightly stunned, and instinctively turned his head to look, but saw the rolling dark clouds surging, where is there any "Taishang Laojun"?

Damn, I've been cheated again! But why use the word "again"?

Tang An, who has been delaying the battle through talking, has no intention of giving up from beginning to end. At the moment when Zhan Wushuang's attention was distracted, he threw the long sword in his hand with all his might!

"Whoosh!"

The long sword flashed a silver light, and the battle was unscaturing, with the keen perception of fighting on the battlefield all year round, it was customary to use the halberd to pick it up.

"Crotch!"

The gold and iron resonated, flashing a flash of sparks, and the long sword with the hope of the Tang Security Department was swept away, and the sneak attack plan was declared a failure.

"Holy!"

Tang An couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, such a perfect layout died because of a subconscious action, what kind of shit luck is this?

"You're still so despicable, sure enough, dogs can't change their." Zhan Wushuang's heart was settled, capturing the surprise and disappointment on Tang An's face, he suddenly felt that he was in a good mood.

Tang An gritted his teeth, turned his head and found a worn-out cutting board under the window next to him, picked it up and threw it without saying a word.

This kind of non-threatening move is simply ridiculous in the eyes of Zhan Wushuang. He didn't dodge or dodge, but he reached out and grabbed the cold cutting board firmly in his hand!

The cutting board obstructed his vision, and when he slowly moved the worn-out wooden board away from his eyes with a cruel smile, he suddenly found that Tang An on the opposite side was holding something similar to a wooden fish in his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised a sinister smile.

"Let you taste the taste of rainstorm pear blossom needles!"

Tang An muttered, and pressed the mechanism without hesitation!

The cutting board was just a cover, making Zhan Wushuang think that he was poor in donkey skills to relax his vigilance and cover for the final killing move.

Zhan Wushuang's face changed drastically, and without thinking, he raised the cutting board again to protect his chest and abdomen. There was a dense sound of "Dengdeng", and I don't know if Zhan Wushuang's life was too good or Tang An's luck was too bad, and more than 30 rainstorm pear flower needles were all nailed to the cutting board!

The two men in the alley seemed to be still. Zhan Wushuang is rejoicing that he will not die, and Tang An is lamenting that creation makes people.

He still maintained the posture of pressing the mechanism, but even his intestines were remorseful in his heart: fuck, what is wrong with Lao Tzu, why should he throw the cutting board?

The sky was sporadically snowing, and it seemed that he had begun to mourn for Tang An.

Tang An, who was still not giving up, pressed the mechanism several times in a row, silently praying that a few silver needles were stuck, but except for the desperate "da-da" sound, there was no movement on the dark needle edge.

There were no swords, no needles, not even cutting boards - those things were in the hands of the warless hands. Looking at the little general of the warrior who was approaching step by step, Tang An's face was like ashes.

Zhan Wushuang threw away the cutting board, and suddenly felt some tingling pain in the back of his hand, and a silver steel needle was inserted between the knuckles of his index finger and ring finger at some point, and a drop of Yin Hong's blood beaded out.

This pain was so insignificant compared to the joy of slaying the enemy, so he just gently pulled out the steel needle and sneered, "What other tricks do you have?" ”

Tang An swallowed his saliva and sighed: "When is the time for retribution, why do you have to divide life and death?" If you have to kill me, you won't be able to live, and instead of dying, I suggest you better find a doctor quickly. ”

Zhan Wushuang frowned and sneered: "Until now, you still want to lie to me? ”

"I didn't lie to you. The world's first secret weapon in my hand, the rainstorm pear flower needle, each needle has poison quenched on it, if you don't treat it quickly, when the poison is done, your intestines will rot, your stomach will rot, your seven holes will bleed, your hair will fall out, and your eyebrows will fall out - it's terrifying. How sad would your grandfather be if he saw you like this when he went to Jiuquan? Tang An said with a sympathetic face, and then sighed: "Listen to my brother's advice, hurry up and detoxify." The Rejuvenation Hall on West Street is good, the owner I know very well, and I can give you a discount by reporting my name. If you still insist on fighting me to the death, it doesn't matter, I will be waiting for you in the house the day after tomorrow, and I will do what I say - go quickly! ”

Zhan Wushuang secretly moved his injured right hand, and there was not the slightest discomfort at all. This bastard in front of him, who is cunning in his bones, really thinks of himself as a fool?

"Hmph, even if I die, I'm going to pull you along!"

Zhan Wushuang was resolute, raised his halberd, and shouted: "Tang An, die!" ”