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The moonlight is like water, rolling from the sky and flowing on Zhuque Street.

Although the business of Eyun Inn is slightly better than in previous years, it is not much better. Although it is noisy outside, most of the guests are from all walks of life. It is already satisfying to be able to have a stable place to sleep. Who would run out in the middle of the night to cause trouble in the capital?

Outside the inn, the young man pinched the Taoist talisman with his hands, his face full of alertness, and then he heard the playful sounds sounded from the opposite side.

"In this way, I will give you two tricks."

An Bochen smiled and said, "It's not because he is arrogant, but on the contrary, An Bochen is not very sure when facing Feng Xiaoleng, who has unpredictable strength. Because of this, he is not too anxious and makes two moves to highlight his identity as a "Wuxie layman", and secondly, he can take the opportunity to investigate Feng Xiaoleng's methods.

Feng Xiaoleng was not angry. Facing a master like Wuxie, if he could use two more moves, he might have one-thousandth chance to gain the upper hand. Although it was slim, he would have to fight for the glory of Nagato and his life.

"Look at the talisman!"

Feng Xiaoleng pinched the seal with his hands, walked the seven-star steps, shouted softly, and sacrificed a Taoist talisman to shoot at the direction where An Bochen made a sound.

The talisman flew into the air and suddenly turned into three big tigers, eight feet long and three feet tall, roaring and pounced on An Bochen.

Feng Xiaoleng and the middle-aged people beside him could not see An Bochen, but the Talisman had its own spirituality. After turning into a demon tiger, they all caught An Bochen. They immediately swept their claws and tailed them around An Bochen on the spot.

As he turned into a flowing water, An Bochen turned around and moved, avoiding the three demon tigers, and felt extremely miserable.

Although it is an invisible and shadowless water, the three demon tigers can do nothing to An Bochen, but if it drags on for a long time, how could Feng Xiaoleng and the middle-aged man who was hiding beside him and waiting for an opportunity to detect the abnormality?

An Bochen's heart was clear and wandering like water, gradually transforming into a human form. He pinched the Great Compassion Seal with his hands and spoke the truth: "Let me!"

The wind surging in the night sky, and the body of Anbo Chen was swelling down, blending into the water, and it was as soft as water, and there was a hint of erratic change. The three tigers were exhausted and were tricked by Anbo Chen and were extremely frustrated.

The water sleeves were brushed away, and An Bochen floated out of the three tigers in one step, pinched the Vajra Seal in his hand, and then spoke the truth: "Soldier!"

A strong wind swept across the world and rushed into An Bochen's sleeves. Turning back, An Bochen faced the three tigers who were eager to try, pinched the fearless seal with his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Fight!"

The strong wind rose from the sleeves of the robe, circled around in the air, and attacked the three tigers overwhelmed.

The wind is invisible and the force is difficult to distinguish. The strong wind swept through. The three tigers were caught off guard and were blown away, turning into Taoist talismans in mid-air and landing on the ground.

An Bochen breathed a little relieved. The boy opposite seemed not to want to give An Bochen a chance to breathe, and he took action again without stopping for a moment.

This time he did not sacrifice the Taoist talisman again. The Taoist talisman is worth a thousand gold, and even the high disciples of the Nagato Sect could not afford it.

As early as when An Bochen was entangled by the three tigers, he had already started to chant spells silently, pointing to shadows, and constantly pinching complex handprints. When An Bochen got rid of the three tigers, his handprints had already been formed. Feng Xiaoleng walked the seven-star steps and stared at the place where the three tigers fought, and a trace of dust gradually appeared on his body.

"As urgent as the law, all the herbs grow in the city!"

The spell was spit out, Feng Xiaoleng raised his arms and his belt was flying, and a tender bud grew from the soles of his feet. In a blink of an eye, the long grass on the Vermilion Bird Street grew, and soon turned into countless vines, jumping towards An Bochen.

The bustling streets of the capital suddenly turned into poor mountains and rivers in the wilderness. Although Anbochen turned into invisible water, his vines and grass were densely packed. As soon as Anbochen took action, he was trapped in the cage and could not escape.

An Bochen felt a little nervous in his heart, looking at the shrinking vines, and the light of water flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and spread the torn pain throughout his body. The invisible long water suddenly splashed, turning into fine water droplets, drilling out from the gaps as big as pores among the hundreds of herbs, quietly wandering at Yiyun Inn beside him, gathering into the water, and climbing up.

He was unable to break through to the ground level, and his cultivation was stagnant. While practicing the gun, An Bochen repeatedly pondered the magical powers he possessed. Although the secret technique had already opened up the root chakra and the navel chakra, he could only gather for one round. He could only practice the navel chakra until the ground level fire was broken through to the ground level fire. In every way, An Bochen had to study the mantra and the hand seal. The mantra had no progress. On the contrary, the hand seal An Bochen had mastered more than ten kinds, each of which could be used separately in the three-character mantra, but the effect was subtle. In addition to the mantra, An Bochen also had the technique of water and fire hiding, thinking day and night. Although he had not taken a step further, he also studied these two body techniques thoroughly. For example, the method of dispersing water into beads is enough to be called magical. It is not recorded in "Ghost Shadow Kung", but it was mined for An Bochen himself.

Looking around, there were a lot of herbs growing, wrapping the place where Wuxie lay Buddhists had been tightly and tightly, and it was not airtight. Feng Xiaoleng's face was happy and he heard a harsh laughter coming from the top of his head.

"Honest, have you ever had enough fun?"

Feng Xiaolen's body trembled, subconsciously took two steps back, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Seeing that Feng Xiaoleng was lost and had no intention of fighting, An Bochen was happy. Although he had two moves dangerous and dangerous, if he successfully survived two moves, Feng Xiaoleng would be afraid and had no confidence, and the general trend would turn to An Bochen's side.

It seems that this master of Nagato is good at Taoism, and that's all, he can defeat him by just being close to him.

An Bochen did not hesitate and wandered down, speeding up the middle, rolling up a long wind, flowing rapidly towards the wind Xiaoleng.

In a blink of an eye, An Bochen and the helpless boy were only three steps away. Wuxie was not there, and his arms became a gun. An Bochen raised his right arm, and the three feng shui and fire spiraled up his arm. He made a move like a snake holding a sharp move, moving forward. In the blink of an eye, his right hand carrying the gun had already attacked Feng Xiaoleng's throat. At this moment, Feng Xiaoleng suddenly raised his head, and the panic on his face instantly dissipated. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He leaned back and pulled back.

Could it be that there is a backup plan?

Amberchen frowned, but the big fighter was right in front of him, how could he miss it?

“Duh!”

As An Bochen bullied himself, the spell that had been brewing for a long time finally spit out from Feng Xiaoleng's mouth. A cold light pierced the night and slid through An Bochen's eyes.

The moon was as bright as water, and it flew out of the boy's mouth wrapped in a short dagger.

As cold as ice, as fast as lightning, it is hard to defend against.

It was not until this time that An Bochen realized that Feng Xiaoleng had planned for a long time and pretended to show weakness, just waiting for this moment to killer move.

At a close distance, Anbochen's moves were already old, and the dagger was as fast as a tiger pounced, slashing straight towards Anbochen's wrist that turned into a spear tip.

The lightning flashed and the strange changes were born. An Bo was rushing and his heart was pounding. When his soul was absent, a wonderful feeling surged into his heart.

Life was hanging in a thread, and even if it was mysterious, An Bochen had no time to understand it. Life and death were successful and failure in this move. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. An Bochen exerted force at Feng Xiaoleng without hesitation, but was fighting with the dagger. As long as he could defeat the high disciple of the Nagasun first, it would be fine if he was stabbed in his arm by the dagger again. At worst, he could just bear the pain.

But Feng Xiaoleng retreated quickly, and An Bochen chased after him, so he was already slower to the line. The dagger flew over, so naturally he went up to the line faster than An Bochen's pistol.

Just a slight slight slashed Amberchen's wrist with a "clang".

The next moment, the two of them were stunned at the same time. Feng Xiaoleng opened his mouth in disbelief as he looked at the dagger falling to the ground, while An Bochen looked at the bead chain on his wrist that blocked the knife for him.

Yu Guangzhong, Feng Xiaoleng had already come back to his senses, flew back, and kept opening his mouth to vomit daggers, intending to force An Bochen to escape.

How could An Bochen allow him to escape? If the "Wuxie Layman" could not even capture a junior, wouldn't it be a pity for him to laugh?

The three forces of water, fire and wind gathered and surged. An Bochen flashed up, and daggers kept shooting at him. While dodging, Feng Xiaoleng was getting farther and farther away.

Even if Feng Xiao fled in a cold and neglected manner, if he didn't capture him, he would lose.
Chapter completed!