Chapter 130 Blood-stained Ink Cloud Building

This team will never be Li Jiajun. Thirty riders have land cultivation. You know, no matter where you put it, you are at least qualified to be a lieutenant.

looked at the cavalry in front of him, and Zhang Bushi said secretly in his heart.

Unlike the impatient Wuhua, Zhang Bushi always likes to think about things, and Wuhua doesn't like to use his brain, but he often has a temper, so he no longer thinks so much, such as at the present.

On the streets of Huayi, the monk in white turned over and got off the horse, put his palms together, one Buddha number one step at a time. After seven steps, he walked to the front of the cavalry.

"Amitabha, why did several benefactors stop?"

Wuhua looked like a Taoist monk with a solemn look. He looked at the thirty riders looking at each other and didn't know what to say.

"The little monk is going to Zhuque Street, and I hope you can give up."

Wohua Youdao.

"Brush!"

Thirty steel knives came out of the sheath and hung in front of the horse. Although the knights did not speak, it was self-evident.

"Amitabha, since the benefactors insisted on not giving up, the little monk had to go there by himself."

A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and said faintly.

Zhang Bushi, who was not far away, frowned slightly and knew that Wuhua was ready to come. If it was an ordinary cavalry, it was 30 masters who could be intercepted here, just like Wuhua's cultivation. With Wuhua's strength, it is no problem to deal with three or four. Six or seven are a little waste of strength, and it is almost impossible to go up ten.

Zhang Bushi thought that in a blink of an eye, he saw a burst of gold sand gushing out from under the white cass, stepping on the gold sand with his feet, and his body was like a whirlwind, floating past 30 horses in an instant. The next moment, thirty horses let out a heartbreaking scream at the same time, raised their front hooves, and a crack in their necks. Hot blood gushed out, like plum blossoms pouring on the streets of Huayi.

The monk does not kill life, just because he sits in front of the Buddha. Once he came out of the Tianqing Temple of the State of Qin, who could stop his innate murderousness except Buddha?

Thirty horses fell to the ground, and the thirty knights turned over and jumped up. They looked at Shi Shiran's Wuhua angrily. The green fire jumped out of the tip of the knife, and the synthetic knife array cut to Wuhua. Wuhua was not in a hurry. He pulled back, pinched the Buddhist seal in his hand, raised his sword eyebrows, and whispered, "Wo!"

The free and vast truth in the Buddha seal, the Buddha's name was loud, and the gold sand on the soles of Wuhua's feet suddenly rose to the sky and turned into a magic stick, which was copied in the hands of the monks of the State of Qin. In an instant, Wuhua forced himself up, and a magic stick danced like the wind, changing moves, as if the crazy dragon came out of the abyss, suddenly pulled it up, and chopped to the thirty horses.

Zhang Bushi saw it clearly, nodded, and shook his head again.

This magic stick seems to be a flowerless Taoist skill. It is invisible and wandering in the air. It is a little mysterious of Buddhism. Unfortunately, the killing of no flower is too heavy. The Buddha's Dharma exists in the table. Without entering the heart, a crazy magic stick is strong, but it is far from strong enough to defeat 30 good students of the same level.

Sure enough, a stick fell, and the stone street roared. There was no end within ten feet. The first seven knights were shaken away, but the next 23 riders were unscathed, holding a steel knife in their hands to kill Wuhua.

"This monk loves to show his ability."

Zhang Bushi shook his head, said with a wry smile, just about to beat up.

At this moment, his body suddenly shook and he narrowed his eyes to look at the sky.

The previous moment was still a clear sky. In a blink of an eye, there were dark clouds rolling, covering the sky and the sun. It was as heavy as ten thousand miles, as if it was going to press 70 miles to Liujing.

Zhang Bushi's heart moved and turned his eyes to Wuhua.

The young monk carried a golden stick, gently dressed in white, but did not move at all. There was a gap between his eyebrows. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a standing eye.

The eyes of the sky came out, and a vortex broke between the clouds in the sky. The vortex was surrounded by black air. In a blink of an eye, it crossed the sky and was sucked into the eyes by Wuhua. In this picture, the twenty-three local knights have been killed to the front. However, in a flash of their fingers, they all showed extreme panic. In the face of Wuhua's open vertical eyes, they were at a loss. They stood on the spot and couldn't move.

The ink stick swept over, and the twenty-three riders flew out and fell to the ground heavily, stirring up dust.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the clouds were comfortable. Wuhua hesitated. After all, he did not shoot down the magic stick.

"No killing..."

He muttered in a low voice, and Wuhua sighed secretly. In the afterglow, Zhang Bushi came.

"How about wearing cloth shoes?"

Turning his head to look at Zhang Bushi, Wuhua narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I will do it."

Zhang Bushi didn't raise his eyelids, but there was a trace of curiosity in his heart. Wuhua turned his back to him and deliberately or unintentionally did not let him see the situation when Tianmu opened. Naturally, Zhang Bushi didn't know how he made the twenty-three riders stay still.

Those who are born with bottomless holes have their own different appearances and magical powers. The master also mentioned the young monk of the State of Qin. He said that his divine power is unique in the world, and he is the best in the bottomless cave. Even so, Zhang Bushi was not discouraged. Although Wuhua did not use Tianmu when the two gambled, he did not take out the two knives in his eyebrows. If he really went all out to fight, the victory or defeat was still unpredictable.

However, there should not be that day.

Fee unconvinced, Zhang Bushi's heart was funny, but in a blink of an eye, his eyebrows frowned deeply again.

Wuhua defeated 30 riders with his own strength. At this moment, the sound of horses' hoofs came. The two looked around, and another 30 riders turned out of the street corner. The same black mask is also a local cultivation.

Who are they?

Zhang Bushi asked secretly in his heart, and Wuhua laughed.

"It's your turn to wear cloth shoes."

In his heart, Zhang Bushi rode up with a wry smile, and heard a hisss coming from behind.

The two turned around and saw An Bochen rushing at a glance. They looked at each other, and they looked strange at the same time.

As soon as they left school, they hurried to Zhuque Street, but because they heard that the Li family besieged Moyun Tower, they thought An Bochen was still in the building, so they came non-stop. Who would have thought that An Bochen would run from behind them?

"Don't go there!"

Wuhua was anxious and shouted.

An Bochen was so anxious that he didn't want to pay attention to him. He kicked the horse's belly and ran to Zhuque Street.

Unexpected by Zhang Bushi and Wuhua, the thirty riders who were originally blocking the intersection dispersed the same formation, let An Bochen pass, and then closed the formation and looked at the two teenagers, waiting.

"It's strange that he wants to stop us in order to get rid of the brothers."

Zhang Bushi frowned and muttered to himself.

"What are you doing when you wear cloth shoes?"

Wuhua's voice came from his ear. The young monk Yu Guangzhong had already rushed up first with the magic stick in his hand. Zhang Bushi hesitated slightly and clapped his horse up. But he vaguely guessed in his heart that if someone deliberately prevented them from passing, I'm afraid that the masked cavalry would be endless.

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Rushing through Huayi Street, An Bochen could see the black army in front of Moyun Tower, and he became more and more anxious.

Li Xiaoguan will go to Moyun Tower every afternoon to wait for himself. After dinner, he will go back to the shop. At this time, he must be trapped in the building. The Li family was besieged but did not attack. They wanted to know that they were not in the building, waiting for the rabbit, just waiting for themselves to turn around.

At this moment, An Bochen frowned and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Yes, the Li family rose up in the capital. This is a great act of rebellion and the charge of treason. If Liu Jun wants to take action against the Li family, why not send troops to suppress it at this time? First, to solve the big trouble, and second, it is just right... From Dongyuan to Zhuque Street, Li Jiajun is like this**..."

Looking back, while the dust was flying, An Bochen clearly saw the iron horse fighting with Wuhua and Zhang Bushi. The next moment, his heart was shocked and his face turned pale.

Along the way, An Bochen was flustered and didn't think much about it at all.

At this moment, An Bochen can't guess the thoughts of those who are against the game. Everything is because of his other identity - the innocent resident. Thinking of Liu Jun and others, they have been suspecting that they have something to do with the innocent monks. This game made the Li family throw stones to ask the way. They sat by and waited quietly. If an innocent monk appears to save him, he can no longer get rid of himself. If the innocent monk does not save him, he will die. Together with Li Lin's death in prison, he is probably one of the three people, just to anger the Li family, trap himself to death, and attract the innocent scholar.

The nameless fire rose from his heart and was suppressed by An Bochen in a blink of an eye.

As I thought at the bottom of the well before, I am lucky, but in the face of the struggle of those superiors, I am still as weak as an ant. Even if I can escape the death again and again, I will inevitably fall into the realm of nine deaths again.

The fire wind hit the face, lifting the long hair and flying back, and the sound of the horse's hoof roared, which came to the teenager's ears.

At this moment, the idea at the bottom of An Bochen's heart became clearer and clearer.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen kicked the horse in the abdomen and accelerated the speed.

Originally, he planned to use fire to rescue Li Xiaoguan from an uninhabited corner of Zhuque Street, but now he knows that he can't do it. At this time, there must be many eyes staring at him, and every move will escape those people's ears and eyes. If he casts a spell, his identity will be exposed. Ten thousand steps back, even if the casting of the spell was not found, Li Xiaoguan was unconsciously rescued. Everyone would guess that it was the work of an innocent resident. An Bochen's last dependence on the public, and his walking in Liujing would become tied up again.

However, Li Xiaoguan must be saved.

Although there is a dead end ahead, An Bochen has no hesitation. For more than a month, Liujing has experienced several deaths. From the uneasiness at the beginning to the current heart like water, An Bochen's state of mind has advanced rapidly.

No matter how fast the mood rises, it is just a guarantee of practice, which has no effect on the current situation.

If you want to save Li Xiaoguan from thousands of troops, you can't do it. In this way, you can only do it.

From beginning to end, An Bochen seemed to rely on luck and urgency to pass the test repeatedly.

Nowadays, in the face of the struggle of those invisible giants, the two thousand soldiers who surrounded the Moyun Tower, and the fate of being as humble as ants, the blood in the depths of An Bochen's heart surged up again.

Horseshoe array, soldiers goose miso, thousands of troops and horses to face, one general and one shot, take the head of the general like picking up grass mustard.

In the play, it is said that perhaps as early as the side of Wangjun Lake that year, it made the teenager throb until today.

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