This team of people will never be the Li family army. All thirty cavalry have the cultivation level of the earth. You must know that no matter where the cultivation level of the earth is placed, they are at least qualified to be a lieutenant.

Looking at the cavalry in front of him, Zhang Bushi thought to himself.

Unlike Wuhua, who is impatient, Zhang Bushi always likes to think about it again and again when encountering things, but Wuhua doesn't like to use his brain, but he often uses his temperament and no longer thinks about it so much, just like now.

On the streets of Huayi, the monk in white turned over and dismounted, put his palms together, and took one step and one Buddha's name. After seven steps, he had already walked to the team of cavalry.

"Amitabha, why did the donors stop the Tao?"

Wuhua looked like a solemn expression of a monk who had attained enlightenment, and saw the thirty horsemen looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

"The little monk is going to Zhuque Street, and I hope you will give it to the Tao."

Wuhua and said.

"brush!"

Thirty steel knives were unsheathed and hung in front of the horse. Although the knights did not speak, they were self-evident.

"Amitabha, since the donors insisted on not allowing them, the little monk had to go there by himself."

A smile floated on the corner of his mouth and said lightly.

Zhang Bushi, not far away, frowned slightly, knowing that Wuhua was preparing to come. It would be fine if he was an ordinary cavalry, but there were thirty ground-level masters who were intercepting here, just like Wuhua's cultivation level. With Wuhua's strength, it would be fine to deal with three or four, and six or seven were a little power, and ten were almost impossible to go up.

Zhang Bushi thought of this, and in a blink of an eye, a wave of golden sand gushed out from under the white cassock. He stepped on the golden sand, and his body was like a whirlwind. In an instant, thirty horses let out heart-wrenching screams at the same time, raised their front hooves, and a hole was cracked at the neck, and boiling blood gushed out, as if plum blossoms were pouring on the streets of Huayi.

The monk did not kill because he sat in front of the Buddha. Once he walked out of Tianqing Temple in Qin, who else could stop his innate killing nature besides the Buddha?

Thirty horses fell to the ground and the thirty knights turned over and jumped up, looking at Shi Ran Wuhua in anger. The green fire jumped out of the tip of the knife and formed a sword formation to slash towards Wuhua. Wuhua was calm and calm, he pulled back, pinched the Buddhist seal with his hand, raised his eyebrows, and let out a low noise: "Moo!"

The vast and free truth in the Buddhist seal, the Buddha's name was loud, and the golden sand at Wuhua's soles suddenly soared into the sky, turning into a demon-killing stick, which was copied by the Qin monk. In an instant, Wuhua forced himself up, and a demon-killing stick danced like the wind, changing tricks, as if a mad dragon came out of the abyss, suddenly pulled up, slashing towards the thirty cavalry.

Zhang Bushi saw clearly, nodded, and shook his head again.

This demon-killing stick seems to be Wuhua's Taoist skill. It is invisible and circling in the sky, which is somewhat mysterious in Buddhism. Unfortunately, Wuhua is too powerful in killing. Buddhism is indicative and has not yet entered the heart. A mad demon-killing stick is strong, but it is far from strong enough to defeat thirty of the same level.

Sure enough, with a stick falling down, the stone street roared, and there was no more than ten feet of land. The seven knights who were leading the way were shaken away, but the twenty-three knights behind were unscathed and held steel knives in their hands to kill Wuhua.

"This monk likes to show off his power."

Zhang Bushi shook his head and said with a wry smile, just about to slap the horse.

At this moment, his body suddenly shook, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky.

The sky was clear a moment ago, but in a blink of an eye, there were dark clouds rolling, covering the sky and the sun, as heavy as a pound, as if it was about to press towards the seventy-mile Liujing.

Zhang Bushi's heart moved and he turned his eyes to Wuhua.

The young monk held a golden stick in his hand, his white clothes were lightly raised, but he did not move at all. A gap was cracked between his eyebrows. Looking closely, it turned out to be a erect eye.

The eyes of heaven were born, and a whirlpool was broken into the clouds of the sky. The black air lingered in the vortex. In the blink of an eye, Wuhua was sucked into the eyes of heaven. With this suck, the twenty-three-level knights had already come to the forefront. However, in the blink of an eye, they all showed extreme fear. Facing Wuhua's open vertical eye, they were at a loss. They stood up as dumb as a wooden chicken and could not move.

The ink-cutting stick swept over, and the twenty-three horsemen flew out, falling heavily to the ground, stirring up dust.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the clouds rolled and unfolded. Wuhua hesitated, but in the end he still did not shoot down the demon-killing stick.

"Don't kill anyone..."

He murmured in a low voice, Wuhua sighed secretly, and Zhang Bushi came over at the squad.

"How about those who wear cloth shoes?"

Turning his head to look at Zhang Bushi, Wuhua asked with a squinted eye.

"It's going to settle."

Zhang Bushi didn't raise his eyelids and said, but a hint of curiosity arose in his heart. Wuhua turned his back to him, intentionally or unintentionally, and did not let him see the situation when the sky eyes were opened. Zhang Bushi naturally didn't know how he could make the twenty-three riders stay still.

Those born with bottomless pits have their own unique appearances and their own supernatural powers. The master also mentioned that the young monk of Qin State said that his divine power of the heavenly eyes is the best in the world and is considered the best among the bottomless pits. Even so, Zhang Bushi was not discouraged. Although Wuhua did not use the heavenly eyes when they were gambling, he had never taken out the two swords in his eyebrows. If he really tried his best to fight, the outcome would still be difficult to predict.

However, there shouldn't be that day.

Feeling Wuhua's dissatisfaction, Zhang Bushi felt funny, but in a blink of an eye, his brows frowned deeply again.

Wuhua defeated the Thirty Cavalry with his own strength. At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came. When the two looked around, there were another Thirty Cavalry turning out from the corner of the street. The same black fake mask was also the same level of cultivation.

Whose people are they?

Zhang Bushi asked in his heart, and then Wuhua laughed.

"It's your turn to wear cloth shoes."

Helpless, Zhang Bushi rode his horse with a wry smile, and then heard a neighing sound coming from behind.

The two turned around and saw Amber Chen rushing towards him at first sight. They looked at each other, and they both looked strange at the same time.

As soon as they finished school, they hurried to Zhuque Street, but because they heard that the Li family besieged Moyun Tower and thought An Bochen was still in the building, they rushed over without stopping. Who would have thought that An Bochen would come from behind them?

"Don't go over!"

Wuhua felt anxious and shouted in dismay.

An Bochen was anxious, so he had no intention of paying attention to him. He kicked the horse in the belly and ran towards Zhuque Street.

To Zhang Bushi and Wuhua's surprise, the thirty cavalry who were originally blocking the intersection dispersed the formation and let An Bochen go over. Then they closed the formation and looked at the two young men, waiting for the formation.

"Strange, Brother Wei and Fang'an went over, but wanted to stop us."

Zhang Bushi frowned and murmured to himself.

"Why are you still standing there?"

An unpretentious voice came from his ears. Yu Guangzhong's young monk was already rushing forward with a demon-killing stick in his hand. Zhang Bushi hesitated for a moment and slapped his horse. But he vaguely guessed in his heart that if someone deliberately refused to let them go, the masked cavalry would probably be endless.

......

After rushing through Huayi Street, An Bochen could already see the black army in front of Mo Yun Tower, and his heart became more and more anxious.

Li Xiaoguan would go to Moyun Tower to wait for him every afternoon, and then go back to the shop after dinner. At this time, he would be trapped in the building. The Li family surrounded him and did not attack. He wanted to know that he was not in the building, waiting for the rabbit to turn around.

At this moment, An Bochen frowned, feeling something was wrong.

"Yes, the Li family raised an army in the capital. This is a traitor and a crime of treason. If Liujun wants to attack the Li family, why not send troops to suppress it at this time, and first solve the major problems, and secondly, it is legitimate... From Dongyuan to Zhuque Street, the Li family army drove straight into this way..."

Looking back, as the dust flew, An Bochen clearly saw the iron cavalry fighting with Wuhua and Zhang Bushi. The next moment, his heart was shocked and his face turned pale.

Along the way, An Bochen was in a panic and didn't even think about it.

At this moment, An Bochen could not guess the thoughts of those who were in the game. Everything was because of his other identity - Wuxie Layman. I think Liujun and others had been doubting that they had a relationship with Wuxie Layman. This game made the Li family throw a stone to ask for directions, and they sat down and waited quietly. If Wuxie Layman appeared to save him, he would not be able to escape from him. If Wuxie Layman did not save him, he would die. In addition to Li Lin, he would probably be one of the three people who did it, just to anger the Li family, put himself in death, and attract Wuxie Layman.

The nameless fire rose from my heart and was suppressed by An Bochen in a blink of an eye.

Just as I thought at the bottom of the well, although I was lucky, I was still as powerless as an ant in the face of the upholders. Even if I could escape the death again and again, I would inevitably fall into a state of death again and again.

The fire wind blew on his face, lifting up his long hair and flying backwards, and the sound of soldiers and horses' hooves roared, and it all came into the boy's ears.

At this moment, the thought in An Bochen's heart became clearer.

Taking a deep breath, Amberchen kicked the horse's belly hard and speeded up.

Originally, he planned to find an uninhabited corner in Zhuque Street to use the fire movement to rescue Li Xiaoguan, but now he knows that he will never be able to do it. At this time, many eyes must be staring at him, and every move escapes the eyes and ears of those people. If he casts a spell, his identity will be exposed. Take a step back ten thousand steps, even if the spell is not discovered, Li Xiaoguan Shen was rescued without anyone knowing it. Anyone would guess that it was done by Wuxie, and An Bochen's last reliance was made public, and his walking in Liujing would become restrained.

However, Li Xiaoguan must be saved.

Although there is a dead end ahead, An Bochen has no hesitation. Liujing has experienced several deaths in the past month, and has lived a life of death. From the initial uneasiness to the current calmness, An Bochen's mood has been moving forward thousands of miles a day and has made rapid progress.

No matter how fast or high your mood rises, it is only a guarantee of practice and has no effect on the current situation.

If you want to rescue Li Xiaoguan from thousands of troops, you cannot practice the law. In this way, you can only do it.

From beginning to end, An Bochen seemed to rely on his luck and quick wisdom to pass the crisis many times.

Now, facing the struggle of those invisible giant hands, the two thousand soldiers surrounding Mo Yunlou, and the fate of being as humble as an ant, the passion deep in An Bochen's heart once again surged up uncontrollably.

The horse's hooves were bursting, and the soldiers were swiftly, and thousands of troops were facing each other. One general and one shot, and the general's head was like picking up grass.

The sing of the play may have made the boy thrilled until today, perhaps before that year, by Wangjun Lake.
Chapter completed!