In front of Moyun Tower, the old man was wearing armor and helmet, holding two maces.

He had a son in his later years, so he naturally favored him very much. He was arrogant and laissez-faire towards Li Lin. As long as he did not commit crimes, he turned a blind eye even if he had a private conversation with his wet nurse. Fortunately, Li Lin was still quite successful, and became a martial artist. He was the first among the Liujing family. He wanted his son to become a dragon. He naturally was happy. Unexpectedly, since the appearance of the little servant, Li Lin suffered repeated setbacks, and now he died in prison in an unknown way, which came into his ears and fainted on the spot.

After being awakened, the head of the Li family did not say anything, and took the mace and pointed the general, cleaned up the family's wealth, and sent his troops to Moyun Tower.

I had already inquired before that An Bochen skipped class again. He thought he would be in Moyun Tower. Who would have thought that there was only one fat man in the building, and how could the head of the Li family be willing to do so? He immediately ordered Moyun Tower to be surrounded by the thought of waiting for the rabbit.

"Sir, I hope to mourn you."

The nearly 100-year-old staff looked at the head of the Li family with red eyes, sighed inwardly, and bowed.

"Lin'er is a good child. She almost didn't worry about me when she was born. After she died, she solved the problem for my Li family... She died like this, how could he not help him fulfill his last wish?"

The head of the Li family murmured, and the pain in his eyes made the old staff feel distressed and secretly sighed.

As the head of the Li family said, the Li family was already in a dead end, but it opened a way out because of Li Lin's death. He helped the head of the Li family compete for power for 40 or 50 years. He was old and mature, but he couldn't see how the emperor took the opportunity to attack the Li family and was ready to attack the Li family. Li Lin was trapped in a prison, which was equivalent to a hostage. He forced the Li family not to act rashly, and could only wait for Liu Jun to lose his job. At the very least, he would dismiss the official titles of the Li family, and at the worst, he would exil to the Southern Barbarians.

Now that Li Lin is dead, Liu Jun has no hostages, the Li family no longer cares about it, and they still have the truth.

You threw my son into prison, but he was killed by others inexplicably. He had to give an explanation for his feelings and reason, but you are the king of Liuguo, so what can I do to you? I can only rebel.

Even if it was spread, Liujun was not the first, let alone the Li family was not desperate. As early as seven or eight years ago, they had secretly communicated with the emperor's uncle, and there was also the Taoist talisman passed down by their ancestors. As long as the Huoshan Thousand Mile Escape Talisman was sacrificed, they could fly out of Liujing and go to Zhongdu by more than 3,000 people from the Li family to the Li family.

Taking the secrets of the military and political secrets of the Liu Kingdom as the name of the name, it is very popular everywhere, but it has to start from scratch again. The Li family’s hundreds of years of foundation is over.

The Li family should have left early, but because Li Lin's last wish was not fulfilled, the troops were in Moyun Tower.

No matter who killed Li Lin, the account was settled on An Bochen's head. Only by killing him would the head of the Li family feel at ease.

The sun is falling in the west, and the evening is approaching, and the sunlight reflects the soldiers and guns like forests, shaking their eyes.

The old aide sighed, hesitated, bowed to the head of the Li family and said, "Sir, I'm afraid An Bochen won't come anymore, so I'll drag it on..."

"He will definitely come."

The head of the Li family glanced at the dodging figure on Mo Yun Tower and pondered.

Hearing this, the old staff could only smile bitterly.

It seems that the head of the family is determined to wait, but he is a little sure. Unless that An Bochen is a fool, how could he go to his death and turn Mo Yun back?

The old aide thought, but at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance. When he turned his head and looked at him, he was stunned.

In a blue shirt and a horse, the unarmed boy galloped over like crazy.

"I was really guessed by the adults. It's really a fool..."

Before he finished speaking, the old staff member immediately kept silent. Yu Guang swept to the head of the Li family and saw his face as if dark clouds were over the city.

The young master of the Li family, who had been romantic for life, was defeated again and again by such a stupid boy, and his reputation was ruined. I believe the head of the family must be extremely annoyed.

Before the staff could continue thinking, the head of the Li family raised his arm and roared: "Form a formation!"

In front of Moyun Tower, two thousand soldiers turned their horses, with swords and guns all aimed at the young man who was like a moth to the fire.

For a moment, countless pairs of eyes looked towards Zhuque Street from the Liujing.

Deep in the palace, Liujun sat alone in the golden throne, looking at the young man in the mirror thinking.

......

In the small tea shop at the end of the old Tang Dynasty, a man in a civilian brewed tea on his own, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his lips: "I finally couldn't help but take action. It's a pity to hide for so long, and it was exposed for a while. However, you can't beat thousands of troops in one shot."

......

"In this way, you can only wait for the Wuxie lay Buddhist to come to save the scene. If he doesn't come, your good luck will end here. In seven or eight years, no one will remember An Bochen, who was once glorious at Mo Yunlou."

On the high shelf, the left star looked at the scene lingering in the blue smoke and murmured in a low voice.

......

Once the storm was triggered, it was not only Liu Jun and Li Zuo who were concerned about this turmoil. Any princes and ministers with some family background would sacrifice their debut talismans. Looking at Zhuque Street from afar, they could not help but shook their heads and sighed.

What a reckless boy.

Most people still stayed in that competition when they were defeated. Although Li Lin was brave, he lost all his cultivation due to Mo Yunlou's transformation. Now he is rushing towards thousands of troops, which is no different from death, which is enough to show his innocence.

An Bochen naturally didn't know the idea of ​​Liu Guo's civil and military officials. If he knew, he would not only not be disappointed, but would also be overjoyed.

At this time, he was focused on his body and rushed to Moyun Tower in a hurry under the shocked and suspicious eyes of the people of Zhuque Street.

A hundred steps, two thousand heroes turned their horses' heads.

Fifty steps, with swords and guns at the same time, killing intent is like a tide.

Thirty steps, the hatred on the face of the head of the Li family was clearly seen by An Bochen.

Twenty steps, Amberchen suddenly released the reins, raised his arms and shouted: "Little official, come the gun!"

On the seventh floor of Moyun Tower, the window lattice was pushed open, and the pale little fat man with his thick blue lips was pursed, and he suddenly picked up Wuxie and threw it at An Bochen.

The silver-white spear passed over the soldiers' heads and was grabbed by An Bochen in the palm of his hand. Seeing An Bochen facing the army with one shot, Li Xiaoguan was inexplicably moved, worried, and anxious.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The head of the Li family bent a little coldly, suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Throw the spear!"

After the words came, fifty cavalry turned their horses, turned to Moyun Tower, pulled up an iron spear from under the saddle, and then raised their arms and threw them towards Li Xiaoguan the next moment.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

......

The sound of breaking through the air was endless. An Bochen's heart was thrust. Within his eyes, he saw fifty iron spears flying straight up to the seven-layer Mo Yun. Before Li Xiaoguan came to his senses, he was tied into a hedgehog. He looked at the iron spears all over his body in disbelief, took two steps back, fell to the ground, and then there was no sound.

With a "buzzing" sound in his ears, An Bochen's body trembled wildly, his face turned pale, and his mind was blank.

The little official died... and was killed by the Li family in Moyun Tower in front of him...

Regarding Li Xiaoguan, An Bochen had long forgotten his meanness as a child. All he remembered was that he rushed to Liujing without saying a word and risked his life to "save" them again and again. It is true that Li Xiaoguan often caused trouble and always made embarrassing jokes, but he was An Bochen's first friend, a friend who was desperate for An Bochen.

"Hahaha... Come and capture this little thief!"

The hysterical laughter of the head of the Li family came from his ears, as if a steel knife had passed through An Bochen's internal organs, and also led out the passion in his heart, flowing all over his body, and rushing to his forehead.

Her arms could not stop trembling, and An Bochen raised his head and looked quietly at the cavalry who was slamming his horse.

Ten steps, Amberchen's arms stopped trembling.

After five steps, An Bochen's expression condensed and became colder.

In two steps, An Bochen picked up the reins with his left hand and held Wuxie tightly in his right hand. The two forces of water and fire jumped out of the lower dantian and flowed into his right arm.

In a blink of an eye, the two horses were only one step apart.

The cavalry of the Li family showed fierce eyes, shouted softly, picked up the steel knife and slashed at the horse's head.

The cold wind rolled from the corner of the street and swept across the boy's hair. The long knife in his pupils was close at hand.

In front of everyone, An Bochen rode his horse up and drew a strange arc with his right arm. Wuying came out like a snake, with the tip of the gun cold, facing the steel knife.

"Clang!"

As swords and guns attacked each other, the Li family cavalry was bound to be held by An Bochen.

Deep in the palace, the prime king subconsciously frowned.

In a not-so-conspicuous mansion on Dongyuan Street, the veterans sitting in front of the bronze mirror also said "Huh" lightly, with a look of surprise on their faces.

An Bochen's cultivation has lost his ability. Even if he can lift his gun, he is definitely not a match for ordinary soldiers, let alone the elite soldiers of the Li family. However, when he shot out this shot, he came first, and resisted the Li family's cavalry, which was enough to shock the veterans.

It must be a coincidence.

The veterans thought, and the two thousand Li family troops thought, and the head of the Li family, who was full of hatred, was even more sure.

At this moment, An Bochen suddenly drew his gun and dodged his head, avoiding the cavalry's knife.

With a knife, the cavalry looked surprised and turned around quickly, and saw that An Bochen had already shot him.

The gun was like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, or a python coming out of the hole, with no force to stop. Every inch of advance, it carried two different changes, which made the cavalry's heart tremble and sweat.

In the moment of life and death, there is no time to think more about it.

The Li family cavalry roared, held the knife in both hands, and slashed towards An Bochen horizontally.

According to the head of the family, he was to capture alive, but he knew that it was impossible to capture alive. If he kept his hand, he would probably be the one who lost.

With all his strength, the cavalry roared and stared at An Bochen with his eyes wide open.

The dazzling silver slipped through his eyes, and the next moment, the cavalry's body stiffened.

The knife reached the middle of the way, and the roar stopped abruptly. The Li family cavalry looked like a fight, and they lowered their heads with difficulty, looking incredibly at the silver spear that had crossed the long knife and stabbed his abdomen. They opened their mouths, and fell off their horses in a blink of an eye.

The dust rose, and the boy numbly shot his gun back, splashing blood all over his blue shirt.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!