"I can't fight at all."

In a teahouse outside the gate, two young men with blue noses and swollen faces were drinking tea, and they never looked at each other from beginning to end.

"A horse fighter, with both legs clamping the horse's belly, straight and soft waist, holding weapons in both hands, and using the power of the horse to exert force on the waist, you can achieve it overnight."

Looking at Amberchen, who was holding the reins with one hand and holding the spear with the other, Zhang Bushi said expressionlessly.

"Is this the young talent of Liujing as Master Wuhua said?"

Hearing that Zhang Bushi still called himself "Wuhua", the young monk from Qin held back his anger, lowered his hunches and said quietly.

"Although Mr. Zhang is proficient in horse fighting, there are countless strange people in this world, and his skills and methods are all kinds of. How can the donor know that Mr. An does not have his own horse fighting method?"

"What a stubborn monk, I have to make a point. Since Master Wuhua doesn't believe it, then let's continue to watch."

Upon hearing this, Wuhua didn't say anything, his eyes fell to the martial arts venue and watched quietly.

Yesterday I passed by Moyun Tower and encountered that shot by chance. It is true that the energy contained in that shot is not deep, only the power of fire, but the mystery inside amazes him and then stops to confront him. Buddhism pursues a clear mind, a divine wisdom and Zen heart, and uses the mind to promote cultivation. The unpretentious and unpretentious hunting heart is happy, and naturally he is particularly concerned about An Bochen.

I thought that in today's battle, the young man in Moyun Tower was sure to win, but he didn't expect that he would not fight.

He sighed inwardly, and Wuhua shook his head.

Although he and Zhang Bushi were inconsistent, he knew very well that An Bochen really couldn't fight.

Those who can’t fight with those who can’t fight will start fighting. Unless their cultivation is much higher, there will only be one outcome, that is, a disastrous defeat without any suspense.

An Bochen ran out with his horse. Not only these two foreigners, but also those with a little knowledge among the people, who knew that An Bochen was not a horse fighting on the sidelines of the martial arts field.

No wonder I have been hesitating before.

The people thought to themselves, looking at the two riders who were about to meet, with a complicated expression.

Only three horses were separated from Li Lin. An Bochen looked cold, his four fingers were tightly wrapped, he held his index finger, turned his right fist slightly, shouted for a long time, and with the help of the horse's stance, he leaned over and stabbed out.

One inch long and one inch stronger. When two generals fight, the advantage of the gun lies in its length. As soon as the opponent's weapon takes action, the spear has already pounced on the door.

Although sitting on the back of a horse, An Bochen still looked like he had been practicing hard countless times before. The spear drew a straight arc and stabbed it hard. As soon as the spear shot, two changes occurred, like left and right, layer by layer, and from a distance it looked like two gun shadows, which were difficult to tell the truth.

Liu Jun on the high pavilion to the east had a serious expression, but he didn't expect that An Bochen's attainment in the gun was much higher than he thought. Yu Guangzhong saw the boy beside him watching with concentration, his face full of excitement, and he was almost shouting out.

Frowning, a hint of displeasure flashed in Liujun's eyes, and he looked at the martial arts venue again.

Although An Bochen's gun came quickly and was unpredictable, the gun became more and more bizarre at the end, but Li Lin was prepared for it. He had lost twice, which was a great humiliation for him. How could he lose the third time?

These days, Li Lin has been practicing hard behind closed doors and invited several guns to accompany him to practice. He also knows the various changes in gun technique and knows that he can use maces to attack the enemy guns as the back.

The silver spear pierced the dust in the sun and stabbed Li Lin in front of him with the two forces of water and fire.

Li Lin did not take action until the silver spear was three or four feet away from him.

The two copper maces were like tigers passing through the stream, and they hit the tip of the spear churning like a snake.

An Bochen was calm and fire was pouring into his arms with water. Although this shot was used, he was not afraid of Li Lin's copper mace because of the subsequent power. The moment the two maces were about to close, he suddenly twisted, like a long dragon shaking his head and hitting the two maces.

After one move, the two seemed to be indifferent, but Li Lin was well versed in the authentic horse fighting method. He tightened his legs and squeezed his abdomen with his legs, and used the horse's waist to exert force. He used the horse's waist to squeeze the two maces on the horse's back with no effort. However, An Bochen pulled the reins in one hand and the gun in the other. Although he used the power of water and fire, his power was still dispersed a lot. With the exquisite gun technique, his opponent was hit by Li Lin, but his mouth became numb and his entire right arm became sore and swollen.

During the first charge, Li Lin took a little advantage, and in a flash, the two of them passed by.

Gripping his teeth, An Bochen rushed to the opposite side, trying to take a breath after taking a moment of returning the horse. At this moment, the light of the light accidentally fell to the crowd not far away, and saw the people all showing shock, and opened their mouths to look behind him. His heart tightened, and an inexplicable alertness arose. At this moment, An Bochen felt a chill on his back.

It was too late to look back at this time. An Bochen subconsciously crawled down his body, exerted force with his arm, and naturally swept his back. The silver-gray gun shadow flew across the martial arts field, like a water curtain, barely blocking Li Lin's "trump card" move.

An uproar sounded from all directions, and even the civil and military officials of Liuguo on the shelves around him were whispering and talking.

The 18th Route Mace Technique of the Li family is famous for Liujing. The most vicious one is this killer move. In the early years, the masters of the Li family followed the Liu army to expedition to the Southern Wilderness and made great achievements. When the two armies faced each other, they would destroy the lives of a general of the enemy army and also had a place on the Great Kuang Qi Skills List.

Li Lin had already given up five or six minutes of fire just now. When An Bochen was unprepared, the timing was right. The mace was like a tiger pounced on his food, which was extremely fast, breaking the wind and silently, and unexpectedly.

Even so, it was still calmly resolved by An Bochen. He swept out from his ribs and shot the copper mace to the ground, as if eyes were growing behind him.

The battle between this round was a series of strange tricks, thrilling, and the people watching were excited and cheering. Only the king in the east stand was silent, tapping his fingers on his arm of the chair, and his face sank into the water, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

An Bochen rode his horse away with a calm face. If he looked carefully, he could find that his forehead was covered with sweat.

Although he had escaped danger and blocked the trump card of that strategy, Amberchen was slightly better than half a move on the surface, but he himself was in pain. Just now, the mace hit the spear, and the strange force broke through Wuxie, drove straight in, and hit his vest. If he had not subconsciously tightened his legs and straightened his back, even if he could block the copper mace, he would have fallen and defeated.

The right arm was sore, and the silver spear in his hand became heavier again. An Bochen turned his horse's head and looked at Li Lin fifty steps away. He saw his legs clamping his horse's belly and his toes lightly to control his mount. His waist was tight and his body leaned forward slightly, but he was silently accumulating momentum.

After thinking for a while, An Bochen held the gun in his hands and crossed his chest, tightened his legs and clamped his abdomen with his legs, and gently tapped his toes and tightened his waist. He actually learned Li Lin's immediate posture in a very good manner.

The people who were devoted to watching the fun naturally would not notice this change, but there were many generals present who had led the army to fight. Seeing that An Bochen had understood the method of horse war in a fierce battle, his eyes lit up and his face showed praise.

You should know that the first charge was just a test, and Li Lin did not use all his strength. Even so, he gave An Bochen a warning and almost knocked him down with one trump card.

If An Bochen continued like this, grabbing the reins with one hand and the gun with the other, riding a horse loosely, unable to use the power of the horse, if he didn't make two rounds, he would definitely be shot down by Li Lin.

But the method of horse fighting cannot be learned overnight, just by imitating it.

At the gate, the tall Yulin Army commander looked at An Bochen thoughtfully, subconsciously groped the black talisman on his waist, lowered his head, and looked silently. The sound of horse hooves came from the front, and An Bochen looked up. At this time, Li Lin took the lead in attacking.

He kicked the horse's belly suddenly, and Wu Guoma suffered pain. He raised his front neck and neighed. In the blink of an eye, he carried An Bochen and rushed towards Li Lin.

An Bochen held the gun handle in both hands, and the invisible water rushed out of the Mingmen acupoint. The innate fire ignited from the Shenque acupoint. The water and fire combined to flow through the meridians of the heavens and into the right arm.

In just twenty steps, he blinked by, holding a gun in his right hand and holding it with his left hand. An Bochen shouted softly, and the gun was like a dragon running to the gorge, piercing straight out, rushing towards Li Lin's dantian in front of his chest. He saw Li Lin suddenly shrank down and circled around the abdomen of the horse to avoid An Bochen's shot. His right mace swept the tip of the gun, and his left mace drew an arc and hit An Bochen's waist and abdomen from the oblique piercing.

Although An Bochen could use seven or eight percent of the force with both hands, he would not use the horse's stance to be hit by Li Lin's right mace. The tiger's mouth suddenly became numb, and his whole body fell backwards and almost fell off the horse.

The screams came from outside the martial arts field, and everyone stared at Li Lin's left mace that was rushing through An Bochen's waist and abdomen, and did not dare to breathe for a moment.

The danger arose again. An Bochen's shot was killed by Li Lin's right trump card and it was difficult to rescue him. Seeing that his left trump card was about to hit the waist and abdomen, An Bochen was quick to get out of the danger of being knocked off the horse. He let go of his left hand and held the gun in one hand. The tail of the gun seemed to be out of the hole, and he used the right mace to hit the gun head and raised it slantedly.

"clang!"

The tip of the gun fell down, but the tail of the gun suddenly raised it, hitting Li Lin's left hand mace, and then danced a semicircular gun flower to block Li Lin's subsequent maces.

Dangers were everywhere, and An Bochen was sweating coldly behind him, and cheers were heard everywhere.

It was another round, and the two still tied, and neither of them got much advantage.

When he passed by, Li Lin frowned, but did not notice the cold light flashing in An Bochen's eyes.

Just when everyone thought that the third round of charge was about to be launched, a sudden change occurred.

This change belongs to Amberchen.

To everyone's surprise, the two horses had just staggered half of the horse's body. The young man holding a spear did not run out, but suddenly pulled the reins tightly and looked back with a gun in his right arm, like a long rainbow that hugged the moon, stabbing Li Lin suddenly.

"Back!"

Sima Jinfang's heart suddenly jumped, and she looked at An Bochen, who was dancing with a cold face and turned around and stabbed. Even if she was as indifferent as she could not help but look surprised.

In the shooting technique, the most difficult thing to practice is to turn back the horseback. It not only requires superb equestrian agile shooting technique, but also requires superior eyesight to capture the fighter. Usually, one person can practice alone, and most masters of guns can easily use it, but they can be placed on the battlefield, but it is a win-win situation. If you hit, it will stop. If you don’t hit, it will expose your entire empty sect to the opponent. You can imagine the outcome.

Few people can use this shot during the battle, and even fewer people dare to use this shot. However, in today's martial arts field, they were used by An Bochen, who had only been practicing guns for five or six days.

These are nothing. What surprised Sima Jin the most was that he had never seen An Bochen practice guns before.

"A king and prince will be the best man, and he will be slight in the future... he is talented and intelligent, and he will not be surprised when changes are made, and he will not let down the young master's poems. His shot was a trump card that imitated Li Lin."

An inexplicable sigh came from the carriage. Sima Jin was stunned for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

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