"bass!"

The bow string fell, and the golden arrow teared through the air, like a ferocious beast running under the air. It could not see its whereabouts, but it could feel the fierce aura that burned and melted the air. It came from the northeast of Zhongyuan Town. Before the sound of the string fell, the arrow had already hit the dark clouds of An Bochen and Hua Fei fighting.

"It's finally over."

With his bow closed and hung it back to his waist, Huang Batian murmured and breathed a sigh of relief.

He used ten successful forces to do that arrow. Not to mention sneak attacks, he was a general on the battlefield, facing the enemy with a dignified face, and there were only a handful of people in the world who could block it.

Huang Batian thought so, and was about to turn around and leave, when the black wind dissipated, Huang Batian's face suddenly froze.

The young man in blue shirt and silver spear had a leisurely journey. He seemed to have known about Huang Batian's existence for a long time, and even looked to the northeast and bowed his hand.

And the golden arrow was not lost, and there were only two people in the black wind. Since it did not hit An Bochen, the arrow naturally hit Hua Fei.

In front of Zhongyuan Town, the wind blows sand and dust, and the weeds are lonely in the sky.

The tiger general from Lu Fengqi, the commander of Zhongdu, knelt on one knee and gasped heavily. His left hand was bleeding. He held a golden arrow tightly with his palm. The tip of the arrow was inserted into his chest two inches. The blood flowed out and dyed the thick black breasts red. Huang Batian secretly used a cold arrow, which was ten percent of his skill, and he was as strong as Hua Fei, but he could not defend himself.

Fortunately, Huang Batian's arrow triggered the air. At the critical moment, Hua Fei finally noticed it, but he didn't have time to use his knife to retract his left hand and grabbed the handle of the arrow when the golden arrow entered his chest two inches. The fierce arrow force cut off Hua Fei's flesh palm. Although the tip of the arrow only entered two inches of flesh, the arrow power rushed straight into Hua Fei's chest.

After the initial calm, Hua Fei's body trembled and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Huang Batian in the distance was already stunned and looked disbelief.

Huang Batian waited for a good opportunity and thought about it all, but in the end he fell into the trap of An Bochen and the other two.

One of the injuries will be caused when the two tigers fight. As early as the way to Zhongyuan Town, An Bochen and the other two had already agreed. If Hua Fei was too powerful and the three of them could not deal with each other, they could only use Huang Batian's roaring arrow to kill him.

An Bochen glanced at Hua Fei who had not risen for a long time not far away, and then smiled at Zhang Bushi who was walking towards him. Zhang Bushi's move worked and was quite satisfied, but when the two of them looked for Wuhua, they were stunned at the same time.

In the distance of the deserted road, the young monk stood straight, motionless. It was not because he didn't want to move, but because he was stiff, like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, and he could not take steps for a long time.

Since leaving Qingtian Temple, Wuhua has used Tiantui more and more frequently.

A cultivator of heaven needs to sacrifice white fire to his eyes to open up the heavenly eyes and display the magical powers of heavenly eyes. The same is a cultivator, but the unpretentious one is born with mystery and mystery, which is not comparable to that of a cultivator of heavenly eyes.

However, the power contained in the upright eyes between the eyebrows is too huge and mysterious, and cannot be supported by non-natural realms.

Wuhua's cultivation was still stagnant at the ground level. It was logical that it was the limit to use it once every ten days. But after he left Qingtian Temple, he was like a wild horse that broke away from the reins, and he completely forgot the advice of his master, the monk of Qin. He used his magical powers in just a few days, but no less than three times.

Although this move of the ecstasy and movement is named after the ecstasy temple, it is a magical power hidden in the eyes of heaven and Wuhua was born to have.

Born to be able to use it, Wuhua could feel many magical powers hidden in his eyes, most of which were tall and far, and could only be seen but could not be touched. But for this battle, in order to kill Hua Fei, the winged tiger in Zhongyuan Town with the help of Huang Batian's hand, Wuhua had to do his best to pick up the magical power.

To swell the sky. Move the shape--using the sky eyes as the mirror to adjust the figures of An Bochen and Hua Fei to the seats. At least in Huang Batian's eyes, An Bochen is Hua Fei and Hua Fei is An Bochen.

Anbo Chen is bait, Zhang Bushi sacrifices to the black wind as a cover, and Wu Hua opens the heavenly eyes to display the magical power of moving the body.

When Wuhua volunteered to volunteer, neither An Bochen nor Zhang Bushi had any objections, but he thought that the magical power of Tianmu was easy for Wuhua. At this time, it seemed that the two of them had just realized that they were very wrong.

"Wu Hua, you..."

An Bochen said with concern with his face, and was interrupted by Wuhua before he could finish his words.

The unpretentious face was as stiff as his figure, and his handsome face was as tight as marble, with no expression seen.

"Kill! If you don't kill, you will be in danger."

Even though his whole body was stiff and unable to move, his unpredictable intention to kill was still not diminished. Or for some reason, his eyebrows were wide open, from the whites of his eyes to his pupils, they were scarlet and bloody, and his temperament suddenly became particularly bloody.

An Bochen was stunned and turned around and looked at Hua Fei who was struggling to get up, but did not take action.

Everyone knows the relationship between Hua Fei and Lu Fengqi, and An Bochen naturally knows it. An Bochen can kill Qi Xiong, Wang Yue, but he cannot kill Hua Fei. If he kills Hua Fei, it is equivalent to sending his life under the Fangtian Painted Ridge. This principle is understood by An Bochen, Zhang Bushi, and Wuhua should understand it.

In the morning, An Bochen saw Zhang Bushi suddenly tear off a large piece of linen cloth from his cuff, walked to Wuhua's side, slapped it with a slap, pressed Wuhua's forehead with the linen cloth, covering his eyebrows and eyes.

The bloody eyes disappeared, Wuhua staggered, his eyes stuttering, and then he fell staggering in Zhang Bushi's arms and couldn't get up.

Zhang Bushi looked sad, it was not good to let go, nor was he hugging him, but he was embarrassed in his face.

The bow-holder on the northeast hillside was gone, and no one knew when it would appear. An Bochen retracted his magical powers in his left eye and looked at Hua Fei opposite him. He was brewing words, but Hua Fei suddenly pulled out the golden arrow, and blood beads spurted out from the wound, dyeing the dead grass all over the ground red.

"The Bloody Disaster...Is this the result you calculated?"

With his arms, he folded the golden arrow in two pieces and threw it behind him. Hua Fei faced the north and laughed hysterically. Until the end, he laughed gradually lowered, wandering in the warm wind that became hot at noon.

"But I am your Lu Fengqi person. Even if you lose, you will be humiliated at most. For your sake, no one in the world dares to touch me."

Hua Fei smiled self-deprecatingly, and the moment when he withdrew his gaze, the tiger's eyes were dull and his cheeks were dull, and he seemed to have grown older by about ten years.

In the battle with luck, Hua Fei was still at a disadvantage. The battle in Zhongyuan Town was one of his few defeats in his life. Hua Fei was not a general of yam. He had lost, but he had never lost so humiliatedly, because every time he was defeated, there would be a horse and a painted halberd from behind, piercing his enemy through the belly and taking the head of the sky. Hua Fei was proud even if he was defeated.

A humiliating defeat like today is the first time, but it will never be the last time.

Hua Fei smiled and shook his head, his left hand covering the wound was trembling, and blood overflowed from his fingertips. When he was young, he dyed his whole hand red.

"What's the point of staying here, why don't you rob your woman?"

He raised his head and looked at An Bochen, looking tired, but still laughed, his self-deprecating expression beyond words.

He bowed to Hua Fei, but An Bochen didn't say anything. He looked into the distance and could vaguely see several smoke and dust after passing Zhongyuan Town. From northeast, northwest and northwest, he rushed straight towards the southern Wei area. In the north of Wei area, eight thousand people surrounded the palace-like sedan chair, heading north.

His heart pounded, and An Bochen subconsciously clenched his fists, and his pale face looked a little bloody.

After passing Zhongyuan Town, there was a flat horse. Although there were large troops in the wedding brigade team, the threatening famous generals were all on the southern wilderness road, either defeated, injured, died, or left without fighting, and there were fewer and fewer obstacles to her.

Heavy footsteps came from his ears. An Bochen looked back, but Zhang Bushi walked over with a blushing face.

"Brother An..."

"Brother Zhang, please take care of Wuhua first. Strange, why did the sky suddenly become cloudy at noon?"

An Bochen said, looking at the sky, and saw a dark cloud floating slowly, covering the red sun, and becoming more and more accumulated, as if to crush the humble wasteland under Tianxia Pass.

Zhang Bushi also knew that he would take Wuhua to snatch people with An Bochen, which would only become a burden. He nodded and said goodbye to An Bochen.

An Bochen went east and Zhang Bushi went west, while the seriously injured Hua Fei walked north with his staggering steps and dragged his long sword.

The dark clouds are overturning and the sky is dim.

The cold wind rose from the north, whistling across the wilderness, pressing the dead grass into waves, rising and falling.

For some reason, Amber Chen felt something was wrong as he walked. As the sky became more and more gloomy and the cold wind became more and more rapid, Amber Chen's heart thumped and he suddenly looked back.

Zhang Bushi, who was on the west side of the wild road, seemed to have noticed it, and his body stiffened. He stopped at the moment when An Bochen turned around, and turned his head to look at it.

Through the lonely and deserted road of the three miles, with yellow grass leaves, An Bochen and Zhang Bushi looked at each other from afar, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time.
Chapter completed!