After saying that, Huang Batian was silent for a moment and walked towards An Bochen.

The blind eye he had been the most glorious medal of his life, so he naturally had to tell his respected opponent.

An Bochen is a junior, and his cultivation is not as strong as Huang Batian, but he survived the difficulties and killed opponents again and again. He had won the respect of Huang Batian. With the lessons of the past, this general, personally ordered by Emperor Kuang, did not look down on him at all when facing An Bochen, and he had already regarded An Bochen as the lion, tiger, jackal and leopard that he racked his brains to capture when he was a hunter when he was a young man.

Along the way, in addition to those killer moves, Huang Batian also discovered something, that is, An Bochen's growth rate was amazing. The generals guarding the seventh level were defeated and died. In the end, they became stepping stones for An Bochen to sharpen his tactics and guns. They learned skills to control the air in Dian Kui's hands, and won the guns and war formation against Wang Yue... Even Huang Batian was a little curious. If he shot out the real roaring arrow, would he be learned by An Bochen?

Huang Batian would not shoot out the real Sun-roaring arrow, not because he was afraid that An Bochen would steal his master. First, the arrow was too powerful, and second, Huang Batian had an easier way to kill An Bochen.

When fighting against King Yue, Huang Batian failed to attack a sneak attack, but An Bochen remembered Huang Batian's arrow and left severe injuries. When fighting against Hua Fei, Huang Batian's arrow was used by An Bochen and others, which severely damaged Hua Fei, but also made Huang Batian's image of being only good at arrows becoming more and more profound.

Huang Batian failed to achieve his full results when he took action twice. He was not anxious. It was like when he was a teenager, he laid a trap all the way between the mountains and fields, while weakening the power of the beasts. When he was in the end, the beasts completely fell into the trap, leaving only the last trace of strength to trap the beasts and still fighting, and he was inevitably killed by Huang Batian.

Huang Batian knew that in His Majesty's mind, this young man from the Southern Liu Kingdom had become the most terrifying variable, and in fact it was indeed the case. So Huang Batian pretended to only use the bow, and used a random arrow to consume An Bochen's last vitality, reducing the possibility of variables to the lowest.

Holding a long knife in his hand, Huang Batian walked out of the dense forest and walked towards the young man who was breathing in the golden sunlight.

If he was more careful, more vigilant, and more patient, he would not ignore the details that were enough to kill his life... There was no general who could only use arrows. Perhaps because he was too tired, he would not sleep all the way and struggled between life and death. How many people in this world could bear it?

The closer he got to An Bochen, the more distracting thoughts came out in Huang Batian's mind. Even Huang Batian was inevitably excited and felt a little regretful when he killed such a young man who had infinite possibilities.

If he hadn't challenged His Majesty's authority, in time, it might have been another Lu Fengqi... But without the hard battles on the wild road and the previous ones, how could he break through the heavenly grade in such a short time and have the strength to fight against the Five Tigers?

In any case, his legend ends here...it is at my hand of Huang Batian today!

Huang Batian took a deep breath at the two steps in front of An Bochen. Until now, he was still full of vigilance and without any relaxation. As he imagined, although An Bochen stood stubbornly, he could find through his armor that his muscles were trembling all over his body. Large beads of sweat dripped from the chin where he buried the shadow, which was a sign of great loss of vitality. His strength was exhausted, and even his body muscles could not be controlled, let alone continued to fight. In this way, there would be no more variables.

In front of the dense forest and beside the deserted road, Huang Batian finally felt relieved, held up the long sword, and a trace of pity flashed in his single eyes.

Before each sentence of the enemy to death, Huang Batian would always secretly pray to the sky and ask God for forgiveness. He had to kill people because he had to do it, not his wishes. Whether it was the wild beasts he hunted when he was young, the court officials he assassinated when he was young, or the famous or unknown warriors he died in these years, Huang Batian felt that he was not qualified to take their lives. However, in order to keep him alive, Huang Batian could only kill them with pity.

The blade had already reached the highest point. At this moment, Huang Batian suddenly found that the young man in front of him had actually raised his head.

A strange purple color flashed across his eyes, flashing on his pupils like thunder. With each flash, Amberchen's brow would suddenly last for a day, and his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. I don't know how much pain he suffered.

The vitality is exhausted and the power is not there. Amberchen seems to have no chance of victory. If he does not choose to escape, there will be only a way out. However, any monk will have a last chance when facing death.

"......Don't use your true essence again in the future. Don't fight for a long time within ten days, otherwise..."

When An Bochen saw the spiral air column being shattered by Huang Batian, the words of the Fire God sounded in his ears again. But now, An Bochen only wants to defeat Huang Batian. When he still has the strength to open his eyelids, he rushed to the sedan chair.

So Anbochen tried his best to extract the true energy of his life. The three dantians had just been conditioned by the Fire God Lord, but in a blink of an eye it became dry and dry again. The newly born strands of true energy of his life were collected by Anbochen not long after, but because they were too rare, they could not revitalize the four forces and vitality of the surrounding sky. Just as Anbochen was in despair, he suddenly remembered that there was still a source of power hidden in his body.

The power was too strong and too fierce. It has been sealed in the soul by Amber Chen these days. At most, it only occasionally asked the true meaning contained in the power and practiced a few grenade techniques.

Nine purple beads were spinning in Anbochen's soul body, but they were the thunder beads obtained by Anbochen's passing through the Nine Heavenly Tribulation that day. The true meaning of thunder is hidden in the thunder beads, and there is endless thunder power. However, the power of the sky thunder is too huge. Although Anbochen's soul body has survived the Nine Heavenly Tribulation, if thunder power is released in the body, it will only take a trace of it to destroy Anbochen's meridian bones. Therefore, Anbochen never dared to make any attempt until today...

......

Staring at An Bochen with a ferocious face and his whole body twitched, Huang Batian's heart skipped a beat and he vaguely noticed something wrong.

Could it be... there are variables again...

Huang Batian didn't dare to think too much, his expression of pity disappeared, he raised his sword and slashed at An Bochen's head.

"Bang!"

The blade slashed An Bochen's forehead exposed outside the battle helmet, but it seemed to be chopping on the thousand-year-old meteorite iron, making a crisp sound.

Huang Batian looked at An Bochen's eyebrows that were struck by him in disbelief. His heart thumped wildly. He slashed it with a knife, and even his skin had not been broken. Could this An Bochen be transformed into a monster?

A trace of white fire appeared in his eyes. Huang Batian suppressed the panic in his heart, shouted violently, gathered all his energy and poured into his arms, raised the tip of the knife and slashed again!

What made Huang Batian feel a little relieved was that this time the blade finally sank half an inch, but what he saw next made his spine chill again.

What surged from Amberchen's eyebrows was not bright red blood, but purple light.

"boom!"

Huang Batian was stunned and a thunderous roar came from his ears. The long sword in his hand was also shattered by the thunder power gushing out from An Bochen's eyebrows, and the residue flew around.

The next moment, Huang Batian felt a sudden pain in his eyes, and a familiar feeling came to his face - darkness, unlike the one many years ago, this time it was completely dark, overwhelming overwhelmingly submerged him.

Huang Batian, who fell to the ground in pain, did not know that if he did not slash the second sword, An Bochen would probably explode and die. It was because he was too cautious and too decisive that the second sword was slashing out, which happened to cut a gap at the forehead of An Bochen aimed at the upper dantian, releasing all the uncontrollable thunder power, saving An Bochen, but blinding his only left eye.

The afternoon sunshine became fragmented in the thunder tide that rushed to the sky. Amber Chen only released a trace of the power of the sky from the thunder bead, but this trace almost killed him.

Although Huang Batian was "helpful" and accidentally saved his life, the Nine Heavens Thunder Power is one of the most domineering original forces in the world, and it is difficult for mortals to control it. The remaining thunder power surged in Anbochen's meridians, forcing the original four forces to retreat and replace it, but it was like a sudden flood, flowing unscrupulously, impacting the meridians and acupoints. Although the release of thunder power gave Anbochen extremely powerful power in a short period of time, it would inevitably damage the meridians and acupoints in the long run.

At this moment, An Bochen didn't care about these things. He didn't even look at Huang Batian who was lying on the ground. He roared to the sky and ran east like lightning.

His movements were a little stiff. Every time he took a step, his bones and joints would twitch uncontrollably, and severe pain would hit his whole body. Over time, he gradually became numb and lost the feeling of pain.

......

On the long slope, the bride-sending team stopped and camped on the spot, waiting for the upcoming bride-showing team.

Whether it was the Yulin Army, the Sima Family Iron Cavalry, or the maids accompanying them, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no danger along the way. What was shocked was the rumored rebel general of the country like a demon, the chaos caused by Miss Seven from time to time, and even the demons and monsters that fell from the sky today. Fortunately, An Bochen still couldn't arrive after all. Now he didn't know his life and death. Miss Seven seemed to have accepted his fate and stayed obediently in the sedan chair, and those demons and monsters were dealt with by their own masters.

Stopped on the slope and blew the afternoon wind. Everyone in the wedding party felt refreshed and in a good mood. Occasionally, someone would take a look at the sedan chair that was no longer moving and sighed secretly.

It would be fine if she was willing to marry a delicate girl to His Majesty of Dakuang, but if she didn't want to do it from beginning to end, it would be a bit cruel.

As soon as you enter the Marquis Gate, it is as deep as the sea, let alone the largest and deepest door in the world.

It was different from what everyone in the marriage sending team imagined. The girl kneeling in the sedan chair did not sigh or complain. On the contrary, she looked more relaxed than everyone else.

"Then the Greedy Wolf Camp came so fast."

Sima Jin said lightly as he looked at the flying smoke and dust more than a hundred steps away.

"You figured it out?"

The person who asked about it was naturally the Purple Dragon Girl.

"If you don't understand, what else can you do?"

Upon hearing this, Zilongnu looked at Sima Jin in a complicated manner, as if thinking about whether her words were true or not. After a while, Zilongnu shook her head, took out the bead chain from her pocket, and handed it to Sima Jin: "Since you figured it out, I won't go back on my word."

Without thanking or saying anything, Sima Jin took the bead chain, stared blankly for a long time, and then held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

The bead chain is still warm, but her heart is already cold.

After all, I couldn't wait for a miracle, nor could I escape my destined fate.

Who is the king of heaven? It is either a disaster to the country or a chaotic world. Even if she doesn't want to, even if Emperor Kuang doesn't let her go.

But how could Sima Jin be at the mercy of others?

Now that the matter has to give up this body, the soul will not return for seven days, and the body will rot into a dry bone that no one can recognize. Without the body, her soul will have to stay in this world for seven days. After seven days, if she does not find a host again or depends on flowers, plants and trees, she will be wiped out.

I don’t know if she is still the same as she is now... It shouldn’t be. Many of the things she once had cannot be retrieved, so how could it be Sima Jin from the past?

The fingertips slid across the bead chain, gentle and nostalgic. Sima Jin took a deep breath, sadness flashed in his eyes, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth behind the mask, so beautiful that the stars and moon were bleak, but no one could see them.

"It won't take long, you will gradually forget me. Three years are not long or short...it's really short. Unfortunately, that promise will never be fulfilled in this life."

He murmured, and the sadness in his eyes quietly dissipated, gradually becoming indifferent and cold. Sima Jin took a deep breath, faced the south, and closed his eyes cross-legged.

After a long time, Sima Jin couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"What are you still fantasizing about..."

After the words fell, and as if they were responding, a roar came from the west.

Not only Sima Jin, but everyone in the wedding party turned around and looked west, but unlike Sima Jin, they obviously guessed something with a pale face.

The thunder tide spread from behind the dense forest. What ran out of the thunder tide was a young man with broken armor and disheveled hair. The only thing that could identify him was the silver-white spear.

The Gangeous Wolf Camp is in the north and the sending team is in the south. As the dust rolls, the young man holding a silver spear in his back finally slowed down.

I don't know if it was too tired or something else, but the boy limped between the two armies and staggered, and his fancy but whistle but ragged armor was very ridiculous.

No matter how ridiculous it is, facing the crazy dragon general who is so brave that he can defeat the world and kill the Dakuang pattern and make a mess, and kill a play that makes a play that is called Guannan Blood Road, who dares to laugh out loud?

"Who is coming?"

The old voice sounded, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Actually, no one has to ask, everyone knows the answer, but when Liu Laoxiu saw the boy limping towards more than ten thousand troops without any pause, he couldn't help but blurt out.

Through the gradually calming dust, Sima Jin looked at the familiar figure under the distant hillside in disbelief in disbelief. When the slightly hoarse voice overwhelmed thousands of troops and reached her ears, Sima Jin's nose felt sore and his eyes were already wet.

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Chapter completed!