Chapter 186 A thousand-mile battle without victory, a hundred defeats and no death 2

In early spring, the small flowers are bright and the willows are green, the warm wind is pleasant, and the air is full of laziness.

But it only lasted for a moment.

A moment later, with An Bochen's exhalation and firing gun, the silver gun came out like a snake, and the atmosphere in the small building suddenly became cold.

Originally, he wanted to come to Simajin, but he threw himself into the net. What An Bochen didn't expect was that the rear military governor mentioned by Simajin was also a person in the long gate. Even the governor of the Sima family in the previous dynasty came from Changmen, and the power of Changmen can be imagined.

The more so, the more An Bochen couldn't help being annoyed.

It's not good to pick anyone in Changmen, but he picked An Bochen among tens of millions of people in Da Kuang, forcing him to leave his hometown, like a bereaved dog.

Changmen Changmen, it sounds like killing demons and exorcism, but after uncovering that layer of fig leaf, isn't it a group of insidious villains with despicable means?

An Bochen stabbed with anger, and the silver gun changed one by five. It was erratic from left to right, faintly mixed with the momentum of thunder, and then immediately went straight to Liu Laoxiu's face.

The gap between Dipin and Tianpin. An Bochen learned early under Fang Bai's double whips. Fang Bai, who said that he could not be in the top 100, could defeat An Bochen with one move. What's more, Liu Laoxiu, the son-in-law of the long door, must be still above Fang Bai.

An Bochen is not without self-knowledge, but at present, he can only unexpectedly take the lead and gain the upper hand, forcing Liu Laoxiu to sacrifice white fire. An Bochen has a glimmer of vitality.

"Hung!"

The silver gun stabbed Liu Laoxiu's raised sleeve of the robe, making a sound of gold and stone, but there was an arm hidden under Liu Laoxiu's sleeve.

With only two arms in his sleeve, Liu Laoxiu calmly decondged An Bochen's continuous offensive, and his footsteps had not shifted three feet from beginning to end.

An Bochen pulled out a series of guns and attacked Liu Laoxiu like a tide. The more difficult the war was, as if the person in front of him was not an old man of nearly 70, but an insurmountable mountain. No matter how fierce An Bochen's attack was, Liu Laoxiu did not move.

An Bochen just came out of the hut and only heard the names of several contemporary tiger and wolf generals, but he didn't know that Liu Laoxiu and his iron sleeves were famous for a while decades ago. The sleeve arm guard is not unusual, but it is strange that the arm guard in the sleeve is applied to the fire, killing people invisibly. Although the iron sleeves are famous, they are just a way to fight. Liu Laoxiu relies on a long knife of flying snow in the sand. However, until this time, Liu Laoxiu has not pulled out the long knife as white as snow from his back.

He calmly resolved An Bochen's attack like a tide. Liu Laoxiu looked complicated and frowned into Sichuan.

The teenager in front of him was really not as amazing as he inquired, but there was a trace of indescribable temperament between his eyebrows, just like a treasure knife hidden in the snow. It could not be seen from afar. It was not until the knife broke through the snow that he could see how sharp the knife was. Cultivation also has local products. The age of 17 is definitely a rare genius, which is slightly higher than Sima Fang, who returned to Qin to recover from illness.

But that's all. Although his shooting skills are exquisite, they are far from as extraordinary as he thought before.

Slowly raising his head, Liu Laoxiu's eyes, which had been buried in the dust for more than 20 years, gradually ignited with brilliance, and the murderous intention suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

The right arm walked from the middle, and the five fingers seemed to bloom like lotus petals, and the tip of the gun was innocent. At the same time, Liu Laoxiu's shoulders trembled from side to side, which seemed to be extremely casual, but there was a crackling sound between the blades. As soon as it came out, there was a trend of mountain collapse and boulder collapse.

The tip of the gun was hit, and a wave of force like high mountains and running water poured along Liu Laoxiu's arm. An Bochen's body shook wildly, and the tiger's mouth was numb. "Gosso" fell back, describing it as withered.

"Do you really think I'm from Changmen?"

The body couldn't help retreating, and the old man's emotionless voice came to his ear. Before An Bochen thought too much, Liu Laoxiu sneered and said.

"Yes or no, in a word, I can't keep you today!"

No matter which side you belong to, whether it's Changmen, Simamen, or your own selfishness, the teenager in front of you has to be killed.

His right hand crossed the remnant shadow and fell back to his shoulder. Liu Laoxiu looked at An Bochen, and his heart was as strong as iron.

The flying snow knife is like a mirror, reflecting the sunlight after the morning, and the eyes are dazzling.

As soon as An Bochen stopped retreating, he was pierced with a knife. Through the long knife raised by the old man, An Bochen could faintly see the Sima family's iron horse from far to near.

Not to mention whether you can avoid the old man's knife, even if you have avoided it, in the face of the endless Sima family's iron horse, there is no other possibility but to be buried here.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen's face was pale, swallowed the blood from his throat, and his right hand holding the handle of the gun gently turned it. He suddenly tightened it. A decisive color floated in his eyes and quickly stepped forward.

What else can I do now besides a fight? As for the ghost power... That's a way to save your life. Once it is displayed, nine out of ten people in the long gate will be suspicious. He is an unintelligent and brave general, but he can't hide his body. In Simajin's words, he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and he has a wonderful relationship with an innocent layman who has never appeared. His second identity is about to come out. When negotiating with Lizhu and Mr. Yi, they all have the upper hand with the help of innocent scholars. Once their identity is exposed, not only is it difficult to protect themselves, but also their parents and officials will be implicated.

In the face of the magnificent murderous intention rising from the old man's blade, An Bochen raised his eyebrows and dispelled the idea of fire art.

The gun is like a silver dragon, raised from the bottom up, like thunder, and the water and fire are twisted into a spiral force and pouring into the silver gun along the arm, stabbing Liu Laoxiu's face.

An Bochen did not use the power of the spiral before. He fought in the fighting room. Liu Laoxiu only defense but did not attack, and An Bochen naturally left a hand.

One shot at each person, stabbed Liu Laoxiu without hesitation. When the tip of the gun was still two feet away from Liu Laoxiu, An Bochen only felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The knife is continuous, and the murderous intention is leaked. Liu Laoxiu's knife method is not as powerful and full of infinite variables as that of the Duke of Huo, but it is like the goose feather snow falling from the sky. The shadow of the knife is like snow, pouring down, overlapping and endlessly.

He only cut a knife. This knife has changed little, but it strangely turned into a series of heavy snow, one after another, one big and one over one.

The snowflakes were light and soft, but An Bochen knew that as long as he was stained with a piece, he would be killed on the spot, and he would be smashed to pieces.

Tianpin monks have been able to explore the mystery of heaven and earth. Although it is only fur, such as Liu Laoxiu are all tough generals who have been killed countless enemies in the battlefield in the past. Taoist skills are their own faction, and the mystery is not just like adding wings to a tiger.

Compared with Liu Laoxiu and other veterans, An Bochen can understand all directions at a young age. He asks the heavens and the earth and the ghosts and gods. He has also won several mysteries, and the luck is extremely good. But after all, he is too young, his Taoist skills are not the same, and his vitality and mood in his body are not enough to carry the strong mystery.

An Bochen's gun wrapped in a spiral with thunder is also a feeling of the mystery of heaven and earth. The artistic conception is bright, but in the face of Liu Laoxiu's flying snow long knife can only fall steadily.

Outside the small building, hundreds of iron riders rushed to the small building. In the small building, it was the knife of Liu Laoxiu's great success in his 50-year career.

An Bochen can't retreat, and there is no way to avoid it. He can only stab it with his scalp.

It's either life or death.

In An Bochen's eyes, the feng shui and fire rose one after another, and the moment he fired the gun all turned into a red tide, like blood churning.

"Fight!"

In the buzzing sound of knives and guns breaking the wind, An Bochen drank the truth in a low voice. The original lightning-like shot accelerated a little when it was close to the flying snow long knife, like the wind passing by, invisible.

The tip of the cold silver gun whined, and his fingers plunged into the "flying snow" in an instant. The spiral power brewing in An Bochen's right arm suddenly broke out, like a flood rushing from the top of the mountain, sinking into the silver gun.

The innocence breaks through the flying snow, and the power of the spiral swings.

A trace of consternation and disbelief flashed in Liu Laoxiu's eyes, but he saw that the "flying snow" in his hand suddenly stagnated at the moment when the silver gun was pierced. In a blink of an eye, he was twisted to both sides by the strange force from the tip of the gun.

It's just a short moment.

In an instant, Liu Laoxiu's shoulders shook and exerted strength again, making it easy to lift weights.

The backhand spiral gun power hidden by An Bochen only won a trivial moment for him, and victory or defeat is often only instantaneous.

The silver gun retracted, and it was flexible like a thin snake returning to the hole, but it was not taken back, but raised high, crossed the shortest distance between the two points, and took Liu Laoxiu's right shoulder.

Insight into the enemy's situation has become An Bochen's instinct. Liu Laoxiu's Taoist skills are very different from those of most people. He does not exert his strength in his waist or his arms, but his extraordinary strength in his shoulders. Although Liu Laoxiu concealed this point intentionally or unintentionally, An Bochen saw it in his eyes and was clear in his heart.

"Flying snow" is about to fall, and a silver dragon roars up and goes straight to the shoulder well.

At this moment, Liu Laoxiu was already shocked. He was not surprised by An Bochen's shooting skills, but by the sky-like tactics that An Bochen came up with in a short period of time between the two.

He lost both moves, but Liu Laoxiu had no choice but to deal with it.

The teenager in front of him who is less than 17 years old is nothing worse. What he lacks is only battlefield experience and vitality enough to compete with himself.

The heart tightened, and the murderous intention between the eyebrows was even more strong.

Liu Laoxiu snorted coldly, sprinkled his sleeves sideways, and his left arm came first. The iron sleeve suddenly shook, which could block An Bochen's blow.

In the sound of "sound", Liu Laoxiu pulled out his eyebrows angrily, and he swung a long knife in his right hand and cut An Bochen mercilessly.

An Bochen inserted the tail of the gun upside down, spit out the "pro" formula, and the power of feng shui and fire all over his body gathered in his arms.

The flying snow splits, the middle is innocent, the innocence is bent from the middle, and the Mars splashes everywhere. More than 6,000 catties of great force burst out like a tide, and An Bochen's arms shook wildly. In a blink of an eye, he flew out, spit blood, broke through the wall, and fell to the ground like a broken kite.

There was no evil fight against the snow, and An Bochen was defeated.