(Second update)

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An Bochen was fighting with the unknown boy, but he was slightly surprised when he heard the voice and stopped.

When the two forces fight each other, they cannot stop at this time, nor can they stop.

In the shrine is a fairy with a horn on his forehead, with a majestic and ferocious look.

But with the pleasant sound, a white bird with four feathers on its back flew out from behind the shrine, circled around the beam three times, blinked its big eyes, and looked at the surrounding murals curiously.

The birds spit out human words, either monsters or monsters. An Bochen's back was cold, and the eyes of the ghost-faced boy flashed a little surprise in his eyes, but neither of them stopped. The battle in the temple seemed accidental, but they didn't know that it was vaguely destined. The competition three years ago was incomplete and could only last until three years later.

The evil white bird seemed to have not noticed the fierce battle in the temple, or it was either not caring at all, flying in the temple, passing through the broken murals inch by inch.

"The Kunlun is thousands of feet long, the great ruins are free and easy, and they are still Penglai... If Penglai really exists, where will the Kunlun ruins be?"

He murmured to himself, the bird fluttered with four wings, and fell a little, turning into a beautiful woman.

Wrapped in a plain robe, the snow-white body under the transparent gauze is faintly slim, concave and concave, and the clear spirit exudes just the right charm. In addition, she is like a peach blossom, with a delicate yet beautiful face. When she appears in the temple, she really makes the broken little temple shine.

Amber Chen was nothing. He had seen Liuzhu's body as if it were a fairy from the bath three years ago. Although the witch turned into a strange bird, it was not too tempting to Amber Chen. Langke, who fought with him with all his might, obviously did not have such good concentration. Only after a glance at the eyebrow, he slipped his bottom and staggered out two steps. These two steps didn't matter normally, but at this moment it was no different from killing death. With a slant, Anbo Chen's spiral gun power instantly reversed the situation.

An Bochen didn't care whether it was fair or not, and hesitated to stab the gun in.

Wuxie turned into an arrow of thunder, whistling, and taking Langke's face.

At the critical moment of his life, Langke didn't even care about concealing it. His eyes dissipated, revealing the light of bronze, which turned into a cold front and firmly locked the tip of the gun that was rushing towards him with thunder.

——Shan Tai. A mirror.

The shadow of Wuxie's rushing gun was reflected in his eyes. No matter how fast or rapid it was or how violent the spiral was, it turned into a reflection and appeared in Langke's eyes.

The eyes have a clear mirror and the heart is empty.

He opened his mouth suddenly, and his two tiger teeth barely bit the tip of the gun.

Wuxie stopped his outbreak, but the seven purple thunders that came with the gun did not stop. The purple thunder hit, and even if Langke bit Wuxie, he could not escape his life and ended up on the spot.

But he still has to bet.

October Liujing, Leng Yue, the two boys, shot and stabbed each time, was his wishful thinking or...

The evil ghost mask was shattered by purple thunder, turned into residue and rolled in all directions. The handsome face hidden under the mask was exposed to the temple.

"Click!"

Blood splashed, and the boy bit the tip of the gun tightly. He looked at Amber Chen, who was shocked on the other side, and Zi Lei who had forcibly turned and scratched his face by him, and smiled.

Even though An Bochen tried his best to regain the thunder, there was still a trace of purple thunder uncontrollably cutting through Huo Chuanyun's forehead, splashing out a shocking blood mark.

Two steps back, An Bochen spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at the boy who was patting his chest and breathing a sigh of relief.

"It's you..."

"Not me..."

......

With eyes facing each other, the boys smiled at the same time. If Li Xiaoguan was present at this time, he would stamp his feet and beat his chest when he saw such a scene, and would cry without tears.

"Have you made enough trouble?"

Before An Bochen and Huo Chuanyun could speak again, the beautiful and evil woman turned around and looked at her and asked with a smile.

"I will introduce myself first. My surname is Wei. You can call me Miss Wei and Miss Wei, but I would rather hear you call me Master."

The woman smiled and said, "It's alluring."

"In our Dakuang, all monster ministers are back to humans. You are pretty and conscious, and you call me Master, I can consider accepting you."

Huo Chuanyun said with a smile, having a handsome face, but saying something that Li Xiaoguan would say. It was really strange. An Bochen beside him was stunned. However, he didn't expect that the boy who would blush when he met three years ago would be reborn when he met again, with a smooth tongue and a voluptuous person.

What exactly has been done in these three years?

An Bochen's eyes flashed, and the next moment he was covered by a bone-cold breath. When he looked up, he saw the woman's cold gaze locking tightly at Huo Chuanyun, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"It's said that women have more flavor when they are angry."

Huo Chuanyun smiled and glanced at An Bochen and blinked.

Amberchen smiled and held Wuxie's hand suddenly tightened.

The next moment, the two of them waved up at the same time, attacking the woman from left to right.

Demonic appeared and spoke up to take An Bochen and Huo Chuanyun as slaves. Both of them were not indecisive people, and they had a clear understanding of each other with just one look.

After three years of separation, An Bochen was so happy that he could not tell the story of his reunion. When he was practicing guns in the same courtyard, time flew, and when the two met again, they could join forces to kill the enemy.

Perhaps even An Bochen himself did not expect such a day.

With a clear mind, another trace of true meaning of Thunder Dao was captured by An Bochen.

Wuxie. Thunder Tide.

The spearhead is not only seven purple thunders that are like dragons, but also one wave after another, with only three thousand kilograms, but it is like a storm, rushing out of the tip of the spear, a thread that is connected to the sky, and is unstoppable.

Seeing An Bochen's passionate passion, Huo Chuanyun, who was beside him, was not willing to be outdone. He laughed twice, halfway through, leaned back behind him.

There was a long sword hidden behind him, but it was different from ordinary swords. It was not made of fine steel. It was as thin as Zen wings and as soft as ribbons. After being poured into the blue fire, it suddenly straightened up, and the cold light was as bright as a martial arts. Taishan. Domineering sword!

Even though he was trapped into the deep mountains by Mr. Taiyue and practiced the Taoist techniques of Mount Tai, he did not leave his ancestral sword techniques for a day when he traveled through time.

The Domineering Sword is famous because of its excessive domineeringness. Duke Huo was borne by Duke Huo's destiny of being extremely steel and easily broken. Although the Domineering Sword practiced by Huo Chuanyun combined with Taoism is extremely yang and strong, the sword exerted by force is the most soft and yin thing. The unrestrained and uninhibited nature that has been sharpened over the years, the Domineering Sword he used in his hands is strong but difficult to get involved in life.

The way of Yin and Yang is the ultimate way in the world. An Bochen walked alone on his long road, and Huo Chuanyun was not much behind. At the age of eighteen, he had already won a trace of Yin and Yang Avenue.

Facing the mysterious witch, both of them have used their unique skills in their lives.

Halfway through the journey, An Bochen's arm suddenly twisted and rushed forward. The thunder became more and more powerful. The dust deposited in the temple was swept into the thunder tide, covering the sky and the earth, and was as powerful as a storm. Huo Chuanyun suddenly jumped up, crossing the afterimages, holding the Tao in both hands, and swooping towards the witch. The sword shadow rolled up, as if it was dark clouds across the sky.

The two of them were on the left and right, one day and one ground, and the power of the spiral scattering and the power of the sucking sword rushed to the same time.

"Martial Arts? A little trick of eagle."
Chapter completed!