After more than ten days of long journey, from the Xijiang River in Qi to the deserted road in Weibei, An Bochen kept working tirelessly. Except for taking a few nap on the flying dragon, An Bochen almost never closed his eyes, hungry eating the sun and thirsty drinking the dew. An Bochen was not a god, but was forced to become a "divine person". Along the way, he lost half a circle, was covered in dust, tired face, and was extremely energetic, but his eyes were always shining with a brilliance.

Holding Wuxie in his hand, there was also a Wuxie hidden in his heart, supporting An Bochen along the way to grit his teeth and survive the difficulties again and again. Now the journey has come to an end. The afternoon sunshine falls along with the battle songs and blood in the sky, as if a broad road is spread out in front of An Bochen, but at this moment, An Bochen suddenly stopped.

The wasteland entered the rugged mountains. There was wind in the forest. The wind blew continuously, and the internal organs were experiencing constant pain. The meridians in the body seemed to be blocked. Although the vitality was there, it flowed extremely slowly. Subconsciously, An Bochen recalled the words of the God of Immortal Palace. The Fire God Lord hurriedly shouted - "Don't use the true essence of the natal world again in the future. Don't fight for a long time within ten days, otherwise..."

Although the battle with Hua Fei was not a long battle, An Bochen also tried his best. After that battle, An Bochen had already noticed the four forces and his vitality was stagnant. An Bochen had more important things to do, so he tried not to think about it, not to think about the words of the Fire God Lord, and not to think about the consequences of "otherwise". However, facing the roaring sun tiger Huang Batian, there was another imperative death battle, and the last battle was only separated from her. At this moment, An Bochen could no longer control his thoughts and thoughts.

Huang Batian only had the last arrow, and I should be able to send out a spiral air column to fight his arrow with the spiral air column. If I have good luck, it would be enough to kill him Huang Batian here, and it would be a draw. If one move fails to kill Huang Batian, then a chariot will be used, and the warship will trap him here, and I will drive the flying dragon to take the wedding team...but...

While gasping, An Bochen smiled bitterly in his heart.

This temporary plan was full of loopholes. Not to mention whether his attack could work, even if he was lucky enough to kill Huang Batian on the spot, the price of using the spiral air column was not something An Bochen could bear at this time. The confrontation with Huang Batian had already made An Bochen unable to bear it. After consuming the vital energy of a spiral air column, Zhou Tian's four forces stagnate, and the vital energy in his body could not be replenished. An Bochen's power would become weaker and weaker, and how could there be no cultivator in the 8,000-person wedding team?

The afternoon sun shone on the boy's forehead, his eyebrows were tightened, and he could not help. From time to time, sweat dripped down his cheeks, wetting Amberchen's collar.

"Crash!"

At this moment, a scattered sound came from the other end of the dense forest, but a group of birds flapping their wings and flying high, disrupting the leaves of the forest.

Among the dense or sparse forest leaves, the halo flowed. Through the gaps, An Bochen saw a large number of dust coming down from the north, and the tide-like black-armored iron rider drove south with a bright slashing sabre.

The wedding team finally arrived.

An Bochen's heart tightened, and as he saw two streams of dust walking towards each other between the hillsides outside the dense forest. After another half an hour... Maybe not, maybe only three or four incense sticks can be used to meet with the bride-sending team... I can't wait any longer.

Huang Batian, who was standing against the forest, saw the boy confronting him suddenly take steps, and his condensed eyes shot towards him with a total of two hundred steps, with colorful colors in his eyes.

He exhaled his breath, and Huang Batian's single-eyed eyes widened, and his fingers that were clasped on the arrow feather suddenly loosened.

At the same time, An Bochen also provoked Wuxie.

Using gun skills as a pen, outlines the air, aggregates Feng Shui and fire, but uses thunder power as arrows.

With a "clang!", the spiral column of air floated in the air, paused for a moment, and then shot out from the tip of the gun. Wherever it went, the air waves flew, and the thunder shone, causing dust and mud to splash on both sides.

Huang Batian's golden arrow also let out a wave of roaring, shuttled through the air, and in less than a blink of an eye, he had already jumped over a hundred steps, much faster than the spiral column emitted by Amber Chen.

Another half blink of an eye, fifty steps later, the spiral air column and the golden arrow finally met.

An Bochen gasped, staring at Huang Batian's roaring sun arrow, his fists tightly pressed, and silently looking forward.

The golden feather arrow carried a huge force of ten thousand kilograms to break the stone, tearing the air through the flying, but it also had a bit of skill to control the air. But in the end it was still an arrow, far less than the spiral column emitted by An Bochen.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came out, and Amberchen showed joy on his face, but the spiral air column effortlessly crashed into the golden arrow and flew forward with irresistible force.

However, at this moment, An Bochen's eyes fell on Huang Batian opposite him, and a trace of anxiety suddenly arose in his heart.

The sun shrouded the one-eyed general wearing a black armor and flowed on the corner of his stiff and indifferent mouth. He did not seem to be discouraged by the defeat of a single arrow, nor did he feel panic because of the whistling spiral air column.

As the golden halo flowed to Huang Batian's wrist, Amberchen's heart trembled violently.

With his backhand, his arms raised, the soil flew. Huang Batian pulled out a long sword from behind the tree.

The knife was stuck behind the tree and was blocked by Huang Batian's burly body. An Bochen's attention was attracted by Huang Batian's bow and arrow. He did not find the existence of the long sword from beginning to end.

The spiral air column crushed the air all the way, thunder shone, water and fire whirled rapidly, and rushed towards Huang Batian fiercely.

The blade flew over an oblique arc from bottom to top, and at this moment the air became Huang Batian's painting, using the knife as a pen to draw a knife-shaped cyclone.

An Bochen stared at Huang Batian with a knife, provoking the overbearing cyclone, cutting his spiral column into five or six pieces, and flew around, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Before killing you, I'll tell you something."

With his sword closed on his back, Huang Batian looked at An Bochen, who was breathing with a look on his face, and said calmly: "Huang practiced arrows after he was alone. Before he was blinded by Lu Fengqi, Huang broke into the name of Five Tigers with this knife alone."
Chapter completed!