In early spring, the flowers and willows are bright and green, the warm wind is pleasant, and the air is filled with a lazy atmosphere.

But it only lasted for a moment.

After a while, as Amber Chen exhaled and fired his gun, the silver gun came out like a snake, and the atmosphere inside the Xiaozhu suddenly became cold.

Originally, he wanted to come to find Sima Jin, but unexpectedly he fell into trouble. What An Bochen didn't expect was that the governor of the rear army mentioned by Sima Jin was actually a member of the Changmen. Even the governor of the Sima family of the former royal family came from Changmen, and the power of Changmen can be imagined.

But the more this happens, the more An Bochen can't help but feel annoyed in his heart.

It is better for Changmen to choose who, but he picked Amber Chen among the thousands of people in Dakuang, forcing him to leave the country, like a dog with a broken family.

Nagato Nagato, to put it nicely, is to kill demons and eliminate demons, but when the fig leaf is uncovered, isn’t it a group of sinister villains with despicable means?

An Bochen stabbed with anger, and the silver spear changed in five numbers, floating left and right, faintly mixed with thunder. In a flash, he rushed straight to Liu Laoxiu's face.

The difference between the earth and the heavenly grades, An Bochen had long been learned under Fang Bai's double whip that Fang Bai, who said that he could not rank among the top 100, could defeat An Bochen with one move, not to mention that Changmen Sima's son-in-law Liu Laoxiu, his ability must be above Fang Bai.

An Bochen is not without self-knowledge, but now he can only take the initiative and gain the upper hand when he unexpectedly takes action and gains the upper hand, forcing Liu Laoxiu to lose the white fire. An Bochen has a glimmer of hope.

"Clang!"

The silver spear stabbed Liu Laoxiu's raised sleeve, making a sound of metal and stone fighting each other, but there was an arm guard hidden under Liu Laoxiu's sleeve.

With just two arm guards in his sleeve, Liu Laoxiu calmly resolved An Bochen's continuous offensive, and his pace never deviated from the beginning to the end.

An Bochen pulled out a series of gun flowers and attacked Liu Laoxiu like a tide. The more he fought, the harder he had, as if the person in front of him was not an old man in his seventies, but an insurmountable mountain. No matter how fierce An Bochen's offensive was, Liu Laoxiu remained unmoved.

An Bochen was just starting out and had only heard of the names of several contemporary generals of tigers and wolves, but he didn't know that Liu Laoxiu and his iron sleeves were famous for a while decades ago. It was not unusual to hide the arm guards in the sleeves, but the strange thing was to use the arm guards in the sleeves to perfection and kill people invisibly. Although the iron sleeves are famous, they are only a method of fighting. Liu Laoxiu relies on the long snow sword in the battles. However, until this time, Liu Laoxiu had never pulled out the long snow-like sword from behind him.

The attack of An Bochen calmly dispelled the tide of the attack. Liu Laoxiu looked complicated and his brows frowned.

The boy in front of him was indeed not astonishing as what he was inquiring about, but there was a hint of indescribable demeanor between his eyebrows, just like a treasure sword hidden in the snow. He could not see the clues from afar. It was not until the knife broke through the snow that he could see how sharp the sword was. He also had ground-level cultivation. At the age of seventeen, he was definitely a rare genius, and he was slightly better than Sima Fang, who returned to Qin to recuperate.

But that's all. Although his gun skills are exquisite, they are far less extraordinary than what he had thought before.

He slowly raised his head, and Liu Laoxiu's eyes that had been buried in dust for more than twenty years gradually became bright, and murderous intent suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

His right arm walked through it, and his five fingers seemed to bloom with lotus petals, and the tip of the Wuxiu spear was shot. At the same time, Liu Laoxiu shook his shoulders left and right, which seemed extremely casual, but there was a crackling sound between his scapula. As soon as it was heard, there was a slightest like a mountain collapsed and huge rocks collapsed.

The tip of the gun was hit, and a force that looked like a mountain flowing water rushed down Liu Laoxiu's arm. An Bochen's body shook wildly, his mouth was numb, and he fell backwards "stop" to describe his slump.

"Do you really think I'm a Nagatoka?"

The body couldn't help but retreated back, and the old man's emotional voice came from his ears. Before An Bochen could think too much, Liu Laoxiu sneered and said.

"It's okay, no, in short, I can't keep you today!"

No matter which party you belong to, whether it is the Nagato, the Sima family, or your own selfishness, the young man in front of you has to be killed.

The right hand passed the afterimage and fell to her shoulders. Liu Laoxiu looked at An Bochen, his heart as firm as iron, without any thought of mercy.

The flying snow is like a mirror, reflecting the sunlight in the morning, shaking people's eyes.

As soon as An Bochen stopped retreating, his heart was so cold that his heart was stabbed by the sword. Through the long sword raised by the old man, An Bochen could vaguely see the Sima family's iron cavalry from far away.

Not to mention whether I could avoid the old man's sword, even if I avoided it, facing the endless Sima family cavalry, there was no other possibility except to be buried here.

Taking a deep breath, Amberchen looked pale and swallowed the blood from his throat. He gently turned his right hand holding the gun handle, tightened it suddenly, and a resolute look appeared in his eyes, and he quickly stepped forward.

What else can I do now besides fighting? As for the ghost shadow skills... it is a way to save my life at the time. Once it is used, most people in the Changmen will have suspicion. He is a wise and brave general, but he can even know the invisibility and hiding a cultivator. In Sima Jin's words, he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. He has a wonderful relationship with the Wuxie lay Buddhist who has never appeared. His second identity is about to emerge. When he negotiated with Lizhu and Mr. Yi, he took advantage of the power of Wuxie lay Buddhist. Once his identity is exposed, he will not only be unable to protect himself, but also his parents, but also his little officials will be implicated.

Faced with the powerful murderous intent that rose from the old man's blade, Amberchen raised his eyebrows and had already dispelled the idea of ​​using the Fire Technique.

The gun was like a silver dragon, provoking from bottom to top, like thunder, and the two forces of water and fire twisted into a spiral force pouring into the silver spear along the arm, stabbing Liu Laoxiu directly in front of the door.

An Bochen had not used the power of the spiral before, and he fought in the battle between the rooms. Liu Laoxiu only defended but did not attack, so An Bochen naturally had a move.

Each man shot and stabbed Liu Laoxiu without hesitation. When the tip of the gun was two feet away from Liu Laoxiu, An Bochen felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The sword lights are continuous and the murderous intent is revealed. Liu Laoxiu's sword technique is not as powerful and powerful as Duke Huo, and full of endless variables. However, it is like goose-feathered snow falling from the sky. The sword shadows are like snow, pouring down, stacked and continuous.

He only slashed one sword, and the sword almost changed, but it turned into heavy snow, fluttering, one by one, and one by one.

The snowflakes were light and soft, but An Bochen knew that as long as he had a piece of it, he would die suddenly on the spot at the least, and would be crushed to pieces.

A cultivator of heaven can already explore the mystery of the world. Although it is just a superficial one, like Liu Laoxiu, they are all powerful generals who have been through the battlefield for many years. Their Taoist skills have become a sect, and their chances of mystery are more than just like tigers.

Compared with veterans such as Liu Laoxiu, An Bochen was able to attain enlightenment at a young age, ask heaven, earth, ghosts and gods, and also gained several mysterious places. His fortune was already extremely good. But after all, he was too young and his Taoist skills were not yet in the same sect, and his vitality and state of mind were not enough to carry the powerful mystery.

An Bochen's gun was wrapped with thunder and spirals, which was also gained from understanding the mystery of heaven and earth. It had a brilliant artistic conception, but facing Liu Laoxiu's long snow sword, he could only be at a steadily disadvantage.

Outside the small building, hundreds of iron cavalry rushed over. Among the small building, it was the sword that Liu Laoxiu gathered to achieve great success in his 50-year battle career.

An Bochen had no choice but to retreat, and he could only bite the bullet and thorn up.

Either life or death.

The three forces of Feng, Shui and Fire rose and fell one after another in An Bochen's eyes, and the moment he shot out his gun, they all turned into a red tide, churning like blood.

"fight!"

Amid the buzzing sound of swords and guns breaking through the wind, An Bochen yelled the truth in a low voice. The originally flashed as lightning shot accelerated a little more when approaching the long sword of the flying snow, like the wind passing by, invisible.

The cold silver spear tip whirred, and in an instant, the fingers pierced into the "flying snow" in the sky. The spiral force brewing in Anbochen's right arm suddenly burst out, like a flood rushing from the top of the mountain, sank into the silver spear.

Wuxie broke through the flying snow, and the spiral force swept away with a bang.

A hint of astonishment and disbelief flashed in Liu Laoxiu's eyes, but he saw the "Flying Snow" in his hand suddenly stagnated at the moment when the silver spear penetrated, and in a blink of an eye, the strange force emitted from the tip of the spear was twisted to both sides.

It was just a short moment.

In a blink of an eye, Liu Laoxiu shook his shoulders and exerted force again, making it easy to lift the general trend.

The spiral spear power of the backhand hidden by An Bochen only won him a trivial moment, but victory, defeat, life and death are often only in a moment.

The silver spear retracted, and was as agile as a thin snake returning to the hole, but it was not retracted, but raised high, crossing the shortest distance between two points, and taking Liu Laoxiu's right shoulder.

At the critical moment, it has become An Bochen's instinct. Liu Laoxiu's Taoist skills are very different from those of most people. They are not exerting force on their waists or arms, but extremely strange force on their shoulders. Although Liu Laoxiu concealed this intentionally or unintentionally, An Bochen saw it in his eyes and knew it in his heart.

"Flying Snow" was about to fall, and a silver dragon roared upwards and went straight to Jianjing.

At this moment, Liu Laoxiu was already shocked. What he was shocked was not An Bochen's spear technique, but was surprised by the wild tactics that An Bochen had come up with in just a few breaths between the two.

Both moves lost, but the moves forced him to have no choice but to change his moves and deal with them.

The boy who is less than seventeen years old in front of me is nothing but his experience on the battlefield and his vitality that is enough to compete with him.

My heart tightened, and the murderous intent between my eyebrows became even stronger.

Liu Laoxiu snorted coldly, sprinkled his sleeves and turned sideways, and his left arm came first. The iron sleeve shook violently, barely blocking An Bochen's attack.

Amid the clanging sound, Liu Laoxiu pulled out his bearded eyebrows angrily, swung his long sword with his right hand and ruthlessly slashed at An Bochen in half.

Anbo's dust spear is inserted into the tail and spits the word "lin" in his mouth, and uses the Feng Shui and Fire momentum of the whole body to gather on his arms.

The snow fell, and Wuxie was slashed, and Wuxie was bent from it, and Mars splattered everywhere. More than 6,000 kilograms of huge force burst out like a tide. An Bochen's arms shook wildly, and in a blink of an eye, he flew backwards, spitting blood from his mouth, breaking out of the wall, falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Wuxie fought Feixue, and An Bochen was defeated.
Chapter completed!