(First update)

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As soon as Yuan Sanlang finished speaking, his silver spear came out like a dragon, cutting through the blue smoke and slashing straight into his face.

An Bochen's murderous intent arises, so how can he let him talk too much? Facing his strong enemy An Bochen, he has always attacked to take the lead.

"What an impatient."

Yuan Sanlang smiled very well, calmly faced the silver spear, and even had leisure to take a look at the Qingyan on the top.

Although the incense burner is pouring, the blue smoke still rises and spreads, gathering into clouds on the roof, lush and green.

An Bochen rushed up, and the gun reached the middle of the way, and suddenly accelerated, spinning and stabbing Yuan Sanlang in front.

"Bang!"

Yuan Sanlang stretched out only two fingers, clamping the tip of the gun like chopsticks.

The power of the heavenly grade of more than 7,000 kilograms was as heavy as a mountain. An Bochen's body stagnated, and the three forces of Feng Shui and Fire surged out from the lower dantian. With the help of waist power, the spiral spear body was shaking out, and the spiral spear power was bombarded. Unexpectedly, Yuan Sanlang laughed loudly, pulled away, and his fingers popped up phantoms, and the silver spear that was accompanying him was lit, and the spiral spear power was just right.

"It is said that General An Lang's gun has a strange gun, but he was very disappointed when he saw him today."

Yuan Sanlang's body movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, and he naturally made freehand paintings. In a blink of an eye, he appeared behind An Bochen and said with a smile.

Just as Amber Chen turned around, Yuan Sanlang suddenly jumped high, like a harrier eagle, hovering in the air, muttering the words: "Qi!"

A ball of white fire surged out of his palm and turned into a three-foot-long sharp blade and shot towards Amberchen.

In the past two months, An Bochen fought for nearly a hundred games, all of which forced his opponents to have no time to sacrifice the white fire, and he had just gained a glimmer of hope. Now that he has met the mysterious Yuan Sanlang, he not only knows the skills, but also has the Taoist skills. He easily avoids the spiral spear power to sacrifice the white fire. This small building is already narrow and narrow, and the sharp blade transformed by the white fire is coming in full force. An Bochen has no choice but to retreat and can only rise up to meet it.

"Read!"

"Soldier!"

"fight!"

The three-character mantra were spit out one by one, and Anbo Chen suddenly accelerated halfway, his body was like a shadow of the wind, dancing and swaying, barely avoiding the white fire.

Before he could get close, Yuan Sanlang's hands went from being combined to being divided, and pulled out a long knife made of white fire, twisted his waist, and rotated it horizontally. The long knife shattered the void, and also cut the evil.

"Zheng!"

As swords and guns attacked each other, Amber Chen's arms were shaken, and the tiger's mouth was numb, and a trace of blood was overflowing. A huge force like a tide came. Amber Chen's steps were chaotic and he retreated continuously.

Yuan Sanlang seemed to have had enough fun, looked at An Bochen condescendingly, shook his head, and his body was like an eagle and falcon, and raised his white fire knife to slash at An Bochen.

"Although you are weak, you are quite famous. Even Your Majesty has praised you. It is hard to use you to sacrifice my new magic weapon."

While speaking, Yuan Sanlang and his white fire sword were only three or four feet away from An Bochen. An Bochen still couldn't help but retreat. It seemed that the situation was over and his life was about to end, and Yuan Sanlang became more and more proud.

"Empty as the law!"

The spell rang, and when Yuan Sanlang looked again, the young man holding a gun under the knife disappeared.

An Bochen finally used the water movement technique. First, it is important to save his life at the critical moment of life and death. Second, today it is either you die or I die. No one can see others in the small building, so An Bochen naturally has no doubts about anything else.

He hid himself in a small corner, and Anbo turned into dust and walked away, looking at Yuan Sanlang with his hands behind his back.

He mentioned His Majesty just now that Da Kuang is called His Majesty. Could it be that he is Emperor Kuang? But why did Emperor Kuang take action against me, a treason general? I originally thought that it was just Changmen who used Emperor Kuang's order to force out Wuxie lay Buddhists. Now it seems that Emperor Kuang, who has deceived the world, also has his plans...

After suppressing the doubts in his heart, An Bochen wandered behind Yuan Sanlang and suddenly shot out a gun.

The invisible water flowed in the air. Although there was no sign of travel, Wuxie, who was hidden in it, appeared the moment An Bochen took action and rushed to Yuan Sanlang's heart.

The tip of the gun pierced Yuan Sanlang's back. An Bochen was stunned and saw that the person who was sticking to the tip of the gun was actually a paper man.

"I don't want Brother An to have such supernatural powers."

Yuan Sanlang's voice sounded from the side. An Bochen turned his head and saw him lowering his head to fiddling with the person cut by the stack of white paper in his hand, and he didn't seem to care about where An Bochen was.

"Yes, the Wuxie lay Buddhist who took action in Liujing seems to be a master who has never appeared, and is related to Brother An. Could it be... Brother An is Wuxie lay Buddhist?"

The young man who was carefully trained by Emperor Kuang not only achieved his cultivation, but his talent was also excellent. After a little thought, he revealed An Bochen's secret.

"Don't make a sound? That's it. It turns out that Brother An and Wuxie lay Buddhists are the same person. Today, they kill two birds with one stone. When they go back, they will report to Your Majesty. Maybe Your Majesty will be happy and will give you another or two ancient treasures."

Yuan Sanlang smiled and said, his face full of confidence.

An Bochen failed to hit the ground and turned into water and left. He divided into countless water droplets halfway, rolling densely towards Yuan Sanlang. Each water droplet contained a gun shadow, thousands of water droplets, and thousands of gun shadows attacked Yuan Sanlang from all directions.

This move was created by An Bochen's sudden wisdom, and it was also the most bizarre move he could think of. Using the water-dividing technique to control the gun, although it was not as fierce as a sudden attack, it was better than a strange attack and could not be defended.

Feeling the fierce gun force spreading around, Yuan Sanlang's face changed slightly, and the paper people in his hands floated out one by one, and "Yuan Sanlang" was constantly killed by water droplets. But when he looked, he was a paper person.

Anbochen turned into thousands of water droplets, each with the power of a spiral spear, attacking Yuan Sanlang unscrupulously. No matter how many paper people Yuan Sanlang had to save his life, there were only more water droplets that flowed in the air. Soon, the paper people in his hands were exhausted.

With a sneer, Yuan Sanlang jumped backwards, avoided the water droplets, muttered something, and sang a large fiery red umbrella from his sleeve, shook the air, and instantly bounced back the water droplets transformed by An Bochen.

"You only have these few tricks, but I have eighteen magic weapons. Even if you try your best, you will only be able to be refined by me."

Yuan Sanlang held the oil-paper umbrella and said with a smile.

There was a rumor in his mouth, Yuan Sanlang gently tapped the handle of the umbrella. The umbrella spun and splashed out fire snakes flying in the small building. The air gradually became dry and hot. Yuan Sanlang under the umbrella was leisurely, but An Bochen felt very uncomfortable. The body of the water shadow could not bear the roasting of the fire and evaporated.

Anbochen's body was filled with invisible water. When the water evaporated, it was as painful as the flesh and blood peeled off. Anbochen gritted his teeth and turned back to his original form.

The blue smoke rolled over the small building, the fire snake circling and soaring among the green clouds. The small building looked like a steamer, stuffy and hot.

Looking at An Bochen, who was standing with a gun and gasping, he looked at the green smoke that had filled the roof of the building again. Yuan Sanlang smiled and said, "It seems that you are still barely capable of this move, and the rest cannot reach the Grand Hall. The time for sacrifice is coming soon, so there will be no future."

An Bochen didn't say anything. He didn't know how this living priest was performed, but he knew that as long as Yuan Sanlang was killed, the current dilemma would be solved without any attack. However, as Yuan Sanlang said, An Bochen had no ability to deal with his magical powers. An Bochen originally thought that he had both spear and secret techniques, and had practiced the two-action techniques of water and fire. He had many magical powers. Today he discovered that among these magical powers, there were almost no such thing as he could use to deal with powerful enemies. Compared with Yuan Sanlang, An Bochen's own cultivation was inferior, and the means he could do was extremely single. He was forced to a desperate situation and was at the moment at the same time.

How great it would be if you could practice a few more magical powers or practice the skills at hand thoroughly.

An Bochen thought to himself.

He owned the Immortal Palace that had been transformed into one year for one year, and mastered the art of fetal breathing and enlightenment. He was already a huge treasure, but because of the years when he was trapped in the military and Liujing, his body became smaller, and his vision became smaller. Now, seeing Yuan Sanlang, who was almost the same age as himself, but had reached the heavenly level and had mysterious cultivation methods, An Bochen knew that there were geniuses far surpassing him in this Dakuang Dynasty.

An Bochen didn't know that although Yuan Sanlang had extraordinary roots, he forced himself to improve his cultivation because Emperor Kuang poured his elixir and elixir. However, he had to meet Yuan Sanlang today, which opened his eyes and would definitely focus more on his practice from now on, provided that he could survive today's disaster.

"I forgot to tell you that even if I don't kill you, you will never escape the end of becoming a human sacrifice."

Yuan Sanlang is sure to win. He practiced hard in the Secret Palace for more than ten years. Even if his demeanor and mind are not inferior to those tigers and wolves, once he set foot in the world, he will inevitably develop the arrogance of a young man.

His eyes fell to An Bochen's shattered tiger's mouth, Yuan Sanlang chuckled and said, "Living people sacrifice magic weapons with blood. Even if I don't kill you, you will be taken away by the magic weapons. It will be destroyed in seven days to help me refine this treasure. Unfortunately, if you were not a lay Buddhist in Wuxie, he might have rescued you, but he did not expect that you were the same person. In this way, there will be no change."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Bochen held a silver spear in his hand, and his body was like a shadow of the wind, stabbing Yuan Sanlang without saying a word.

Every word that Yuan Sanlang said exudes a desperate atmosphere, but from south to north, An Bochen encountered tigers and wolves, and he was a powerful man of heaven. When did he die for a lifetime?

Life and death are on the verge of life and death. Even if you know that you will definitely lose, you cannot give up. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, there is still a possibility of turning the world around.
Chapter completed!