The white fire hits the face, as fast as the light.

An Bochen's back felt cold, as if he fell into an ice cave. He could clearly feel Liu Zhaoman's sarcastic look, but at this moment, An Bochen had no time to care about anything else.

Life and death are only at the critical moment.

The white fire flew rapidly, and in an instant, it flew over half of the horse's body, and roared into An Bochen's eyes.

The purple tide in the left and right eyes was flooding, and the white fire in the pupil shadow was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, the soul body hidden in the upper dantian leaned slightly and offered the thunder bead. An Bochen's heart and soul were in harmony. He forced the true meaning of the thunder bead from the thunder bead regardless of the shallow Taoist practice. The buzzing sound in his ears was for the Taoist sound that passed down from the nine heavens forever. It was not something that An Bochen in the realm of the earth could bear. However, at this moment, An Bochen could only forcibly stimulate the potential of the future and absorb the true meaning of life and life from the thunder bead.

The purple tide in his eyes faded, An Bochen's body shook, and a sick red glow surged on his cheeks. As two white fires were about to burn into his eyes, he raised his head and opened his mouth.

"Zheng!"

A purple thunder flew out of Amber Chen's mouth with blood, gathered into a gun-shaped manner to shoot down two white fires.

The true meaning of the Thunder Dao is stored in the nine thunder beads, and it is inseparable from the heavenly way. However, An Bochen's cultivation is still weak, and what he can pick up are the magical powers that his body can bear, such as the "Wuxie. Thunder" of three thousand kilograms of vitality, poured into the silver spear through the meridians of both arms and the spear, and fired at the tip of the spear. However, this technique of spitting thunder in the air is beyond the scope that An Bochen's body can bear. It does not go through the meridians, but comes out from the stomach and esophagus. It is one of the weakest parts of the body. An Bochen forced to take it in order to save his life. Although it succeeded, he also suffered a serious internal injury.

However, this move shocked Ba Hou Jun, who was facing An Bochen directly.

After traveling around the country for so many years, Liu Zhao has been a well-known person, but he has never seen anyone spitting out thunder. Perhaps there are also some, but they are all those secret masters who have never been born, and they need to pinch and utter the truth. How could they open their mouths like An Bochen and smash the white fire?

In this period of loss of mind, the evil has arrived.

"Clang!"

At the critical moment, Liu Zhao didn't care about being surprised, raised his right arm and blocked the silver spear with the soft copper armor on his arm.

The power of more than three thousand spiral guns was like a flood that collapsed from the dike. They poured down with the flow, and the soft armor was torn apart in a blink of an eye, making the flesh and blood blurred.

After this round, Ba Hou Jun regained the battle axe, but was injured by An Bochen's right arm, and his original advantage was fleeting.

An Bochen had the upper hand, and he would not hold back his hands. His arms were dancing like the wind. His silver spear swept across and across, and the heavy silver lights turned into a large net, suppressing Liu Zhao to resist, but he had no power to fight back.

The knights beside him were already stunned. After a while, someone reacted. He didn't care about his demeanor and face, and drew out his machete and slapped his horse and rushed towards An Bochen.

When the two strong men fight, as long as one person intervenes, the situation will immediately turn over.

An Bochen's attack was like a storm, sometimes tricky and sometimes flat. Ba Hou Jun complained secretly, his right arm was destroyed, and his left axe was firmly under the wind. At this time, he struggled to support him, just waiting for his subordinates to help.

But at this moment, his heart thumped, but suddenly he found a purple light flashing in the eyes of the boy opposite, and the silver spear that forced him to breathe seemed to have changed slightly.

not good!

Thinking of the scene where An Bochen opened his mouth and spit out thunder, Ba Hou Jun was frightened.

The reinforcements were still ten horses away. If he spit out another purple thunder, it would be impossible to resist.

Several thoughts flashed through Liu Zhao's mind, and his face hidden under the iron armor was sometimes blue and white.

At this moment, Liu Zhao finally let go of his thirteen horses and had no intention of fighting in his heart.

The fire was driven by the left arm, and Liu Zhao drew out his energy and poured into the axe with his left hand. He just wanted to slash out with an axe to stop An Bochen's attack like a tide, and then jumped out of the battle circle and fled back to the camp.

The silver spear is faster than the left-hand axe.

The lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although Liu Zhao was injured, he was a thirteen horse who had been through many battles. He was at a disadvantage but he always got the gun. If he wanted to kill him completely, he had to wait until he showed his flaws.

The moment the axe with his left hand came, Liu Zhao's eyes turned to the other side and had already begun to escape.

However, An Bochen had already prepared and was waiting for the moment when his empty door was revealed.

Wuxie. Running thunder!

The silver spear flew out against the axe blade, and purple thunders rotated with spear tips, like a snake, and ran like lightning.

One inch long and one inch stronger, not to mention that this gun ran away like thunder and the sky thunder was released. Liu Zhao was thinking about running away, so he didn't have time to use the white fire to get rid of the enemy's purple thunder.

In the blink of an eye, Wuxie arrived first, and the tip of the gun crossed the battle axe and directly grabbed Liu Zhao's empty chest and abdomen.

When Liu Zhao came to his senses and looked down, he saw a silver spear that pierced into his heart and splashed blood all over the floor.

"thump!"

The left axe fell to the ground, and Liu Zhao's naked eyes exposed outside the armor gradually lost their luster. He looked at An Bochen in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, he was provoked from the horse's back by a spear and threw it towards the black-armored iron cavalry with dull eyes.

The body fell to the ground with a bang, crushing the dead grass, and dust flew, dancing in the noon sunlight.

After a long time, the cavalry from the capital came to their senses and looked up. They rode straight to the northwest among the vast grass.

The rebel general An Bochen fought against the barbarian Hou Jun Liu Zhao in Guanxi, Tianxia. Liu Zhao was defeated and died in battle.

In less than half a day, the news that An Bochen killed Ba Hou Jun spread like wildfire and flew to the courts of all princes.

The two generals confront each other, winning and losing, is a common thing, and it is not worth making a big fuss. However, the one who died was the best among the tigers and wolves in the world. The one who killed him was the rebel general An Bochen who fled from south to north for two months and was defeated in a hundred battles.

After the Kwantung Bandit Suppression, An Bochen defeated Bahou Jun again. Bahou Jun was not comparable to those chaotic bandits. The Bahou, who was granted by Emperor Kuang, had a fief of 800 households, and Lu Fengqi ranked among the top five strong men under his command.

The bait that led to the world finally began his first counterattack, killing the thirteen horses. After losing a hundred times, he had won two consecutive games. Who knew that he would continue to win like this? The princes from all sides were half happy and half worried. What was happy was that the "excuses" of sending troops became more and more righteous, but the one who was worried was one person.

The successful general under his command was killed. What will happen to him, who rarely appears in recent days?

"Get out of the way, a good dog won't block the way!"

The majestic middle-aged man stared at the update man and a woman who blocked his steps, with an angry face.

It was said that it was a man and a woman, but it was just a boy and a girl. But they all had small faces and looked serious. The boy held a whisk and the girl held a clean bottle. They were all wearing simple Taoist robes, which made Hua Fei angry.

"The general said that it is strictly forbidden to disturb people when they are in seclusion."

The boy raised his head, glanced at Hua Fei with contempt, and continued to look straight ahead without looking sideways.

"I'm a idle person, too?"

Hua Fei was furious, but facing the two jade-made boys in front of him, it was not good to beat him, and he still looked stupid if he scolded them. If he beat him up, he would be punished to compete.

"Hmph, when I and the general fought side by side, you two don't know which grandson you stayed in the crotch of the turtle, and I was wearing a general's uniform!"

Hua Fei is a rude man. Since he can't beat and scold him, he has to say some crazy words to run.

Sure enough, the boy on the left was blushing and staring at Hua Fei with hatred, while the girl on the right had her eyes red and she was about to cry.

Hua Fei left his head indifferently and felt very happy.

These two boys, one named Qingfeng and the other named Mingyue, and the Taoist book that the general practiced these days were all from a magician guy. But the general seemed to value that man very much. Not only did he make enough courtesy, he also used the dragon soul he had seized from Liujun that year to exchange for this pile of rags. Hua Fei repeatedly advised him, but the general ignored him and personally sent the lazy middle-aged man out of the gate. When he came back, he began to retreat.

Qingfeng? Mingyue? It is considered to be a performer. Just take the names of two immortals, and you can become an immortal by retreating and retreating. You are a general who kills people. Why did you suddenly learn to practice in retreat?

Hua Fei dared not act rashly in front of Lu Fengqi, so he could only curse in his heart.

He and Lu Fengqi can be called friends in times of distress. Others are in awe, but he respects them. The difference between words is like a world of ​​stop.

"A general who kills people cannot stay in seclusion and practice Taoism?"

A cold voice sounded behind the Bagua Sandalwood Door. Hua Fei looked surprised. In the blink of an eye, there was a red and a blue sound. He scratched his head with a wry smile.
Chapter completed!